Authors Note: Yet another part in the series. Why are you still reading this? Go, read already!
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Damn Memories
"Want to play Frisbee?" As a manicured finger pokes me in the shoulder I open my eyes and come face to face with my favorite girl. Frisbee? On a full stomach? Surly you jest, kitten.
"No, I'm more in a napping mood right now." You go play, Kat, I need to rest...actually I need to rest my eyes more then anything, they're starting to blur and hurt. I hate when that happens. My poor eyes, but then that's what being blindfolded for a year and half will do to you.
Sniffling and finally running out of energy to cry, I'm simply left to whimper at my problems and pain. I'm not sure how long I've been here, but I think I've been awake for at least an hour. I want my dad! I want to go home!
Squirming on the bed, I try to get under the sheet more, I'm cold, I don't know what they did with my school uniform, but I woke up naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed with my hands behind my back. I wish they'd at least take the blindfold off. It's scary enough without adding not seeing to it.
"Well finally shut up did you? Good thing we're in the middle of the woods, or I might have had to gag you." Shaking and scooting closer to the wall the bed is up against, I let out a small noise of fear and pain. He sounds so mean, oh god I'm gonna die.
"Pl-please don't h-hurt me." I don't want to die! I want my mom! My dad'll come, calm down, dad's one of the best cops ever, he'll come and save me, I know he will.
Snorting, I hear him move toward me and feel a weight settle down on the bed. Please, please don't hurt me! As a hand runs less then gently through my short hair, he snorts again. "Hate the hair, brat. Yer parents should be shot for letting it be cut like this. As for hurting you, that all mostly depends on you. You be a good boy and follow the rules and we'll get along fine, but you try and escape or even think of disobeying me, well then you'll have to know what hell feels like. Understand?" When I nod and begin sobbing softly. He gets back up and I hear me stop for a second before he stands all the way up. "Good. Now for the rules. Um lets see... you will have that blindfold tied around your eyes at all times unless I take it off, I find you've taken it off and you won't be able to sit for a week. Next, your hands will stay cuffed like they are unless I restrain you in some other way or choose to remove them. Also you can go where you want in the cabin, but you even try to step outside and an alarm will go off and then I'll have to make you wish you were dead. Nod if you understand." Again I nod. "You're my property now, don't forget it." As I feel something cold and smooth go around my neck, I realize it's a collar.
"Tommy...Tommy!" What!? Opening my eyes again, I glare at Rocky. Hello I was resting here! Okay and thinking about upsetting shit, but still, rude much?
"Rocky this had better be something concerning life and death." I'm ready to call this 'Ranger fun day' quits and go home and sleep. Spending a perfectly good Saturday in the park picnicking, when I could be home sleeping and dumb ass me I agreed to it.
Smirking, he holds up the blue Frisbee. "Come play, you can sleep in class on Monday like you always do, we only have this afternoon to play." I'm gonna kill him.
"Not now." Taking his sunglasses off his head, I slide them over my hurting eyes. What I really need is to get laid.
"Good boy, all done." As I swallow the last of the food, Seith gets up and I hear him setting the plate down. At least he's nicer then the mean man. At least he came and introduced himself and tried to calm me down before feeding me. Yeah I don't like that though, I can't eat on my own with my hands bound behind my back, so now to get food I have to be good and sit still and let someone feed me.
"I wa-wanna go home." Whimpering pitifully, I wish he'd help me.
"I know kiddo, but you can't. I'm sorry, but...Look it'll be alright, just keep being a good boy like you are and you'll be fine." He doesn't sound too sure of that. Well at least maybe he'll keep the mean one from killing me until my dad comes and rescues me.
"Seith, do me a favor and go to town for this stuff, we're running low." Oh no he's back. No, no, don't send the nice one away, Seith don't go!
"No problem." No, please, please don't leave me here with him! Seith! Why did he sound so not sure and concerned there! Seith!
After I hear him leave the room, I cringe and hold back the urge to call for him to please come back. "Alright brat, you've been fed and calmed down, so I don't want or need any trouble out of you. Now I'm going to uncuff you and you're going to do exactly as I say, right?" When I give a shaky nod, he pushes me over onto my stomach and finally releases my sore wrists. "Now get up on your hands a knees."
Trembling, I do as told, cringing when he takes the sheet off of me. I hate my body and I hate to be seen, I won't even change in gym in front of everyone. I still have a bit of puppy fat and not hardly any muscle, not to mention my tool always seems to be humiliatingly hard.
Running a hand over me, he feels and presses every inch of me, while all I can do is stay as he told me to. "Hardly what I'd call appealing, but I've seen uglier...hold still." As I hear a cap being snapped open, I don't even have time to understand what he's doing before something long and hard is shoved into me. Yelping and tensing, I'm rewarded with a painful slap on my butt. "I said hold still, its just my fingers, bitch, now settle down before I really give you a reason to cry."
Tears streaming down my face, I try to be still and stop shaking as his rough and huge fingers fill and stretch me. Why is he even doing this? What's the point? As the painful fullness is suddenly gone, I breath a sigh of relief, was he just checking me out, like at the doctor's office? Hands now on my hips, he holds me perfectly still before I feel something much huger then his fingers slam into me. Crying out and trying to get away, he holds me in place with almost no effort, oh god he's strong and it hurts!
"Cry and squirm all you want, bitch, but that's not going to make it any easier."
"Hey." What now? Again forcing my poor eyes open I manage a smile this time as I see Jason. Squatting down next to me, he gives me a slightly worried look. "You okay, you're awfully...moody today." I'm being a bitch right? Sorry.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired, I had a long night yesterday." Actually I had a long night whoring myself out to my regular yesterday. Had to pay the rent today and was running low on funds.
"Aw." Glancing back at the others who are all playing and laughing, he takes a seat beside me. Gonna sit here and mope with me are you? "Well I could use a break, you're new team is fun and all, but uh, sort of very hyped up on sugar and caffeine all the time, aren't they?"
Nodding, I scoot over so he can lean against the tree too. "Yep, very hyper. Makes you wonder what they were like as kids. But then I guess some things are best left to the imagination."
To be continued......