Author's Note:
Right…herewith chapter 5.
Just want to say something quickly: If you find any mistakes in this chapter please accept my humble apologies. You see my mothertongue is Afrikaans not English so I do sometimes get confused in trying to think in a foreign language. Also this chapter was not beta'd (neither was the previous ones) so all mistakes are only my own.
Lastly I just want to warn that this chapter contains violence and for a while I was considering changing this chapter to a higher rating but after having reread the story I realized I wasn't that graphic and decided to rather keep the rating on PG-13.
Just be warned that some of the contents may be too much for sensitive viewers but I have to add (or at least I hope) that I have written Ms Parker as strong and rather a survivor than a victim. Please read through the whole chapter then you'll know what I'm talking about.
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"We were already doing that your moron!" she yelled out again, her heart was beating at a furious pace as she tried to deny what she could clearly sensed in his words.
"Maybe…but you still need to love me the way you are supposed to," he answered after a while.
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SURVIVAL – CHAPTER 5'…but you still need to love me the way you are supposed to.'
At these words she went completely ice-cold. There was no more denying what his intentions toward her were.
"I'll rather die than let you lay your filthy hands on me!" she spat out. She had hoped that her words would come out strong but instead the apprehension that she was feeling was discernible in every single syllable. Feeling very exposed she moved as far back from that door as was possible and crossed her arms in front of her to cover her shivering body.
He laughed again, loud and clearly taking a delight in her reaction.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day," he spoke up after a while, "all the planning and patience was really worth it. I finally have you right where I always wanted you to be."
She did not reply, only took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds.
"Lost for words?" he asked after a slight pause.
"You won't get away with this," she merely stated in response.
"Oh, I already have, I already have. Haven't you been listening?" The words came out mockingly; he was enjoying every moment of their bantering.
"So what next? You'll just come in here and-" she swallowed before continuing, "and have your way with me?" Feeling a bit more bravado coming back to her she added, "Only over my dead body."
"Oh that can be arranged…eventually," he said in a menacing tone of voice, "but not right now. First I'm going to have a bit of fun."
Before she could respond to his threat the clear sound of a lock being opened was heard followed by that of her door screeching open and ending with a blinding light infiltrating her prison.
Shocked at this abrupt change in his tactics she tried to put more distance between her and the door but her chained leg prevented her from having any success.
As her eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden invasion of light she was at first only able to see the outline of a man standing in the doorway. He took a step forward and she was finally able to make him out to be…
"Lyle," she whispered under her breath.
He did not say anything except to take another few steps forward and then sat down on his haunches. For a long time no words were uttered from his lips, only his eyes kept on roaming over her face and body, lust clearly visible in his eyes.
An ice-cold hand wrapped itself over her heart and she was unable to prevent herself from going over numerous scenarios as to what the immediate future might bring for her, none of them was providing her with any promise that it might be to her benefit.
When after a couple of minutes he still did not act in any way she scrunched her face and growled at him, "What!? You like what you are seeing or are you just too much of a coward to do anything but talk?"
Immediately after the words had been spoken she felt herself regretting and cursing her quick temper, there was no need for her to go and encourage him in any way.
A half-moon smile started spreading across his face. His eyes darkened a bit. "All in good time Sis, all in good time. First I'm just admiring what I'm about to have."
She turned her head slightly to one side. The emotions on her face moved from disbelief, shock, fear and loathing to one of total revulsion and back.
"I take my words back," she dared to speak after a while in a near hissing tone of voice, "You're not mad. You are completely, utterly, in need of someone to help you out of this world and I'll be the first one to volunteer."
His smile widened, "And your words are getting less and less interesting. In fact it is starting to bore me."
Standing up slowly he took another few steps forward, but made sure that he staid out of her reach, just in case.
Having picked up on this she asked mockingly, "Scared I might hurt you and prevent your carefully planned-out madness?" Her words belied her own demeanor. She was sitting with her knees pulled up against her chest, or at least as far as was possible, and her hands were clenching and unclenching in fists against her side, ready for whatever action might be required from her. She was definitely not planning to just allow him to have her in whatever way pleased him.
"Scared that I might actually succeed?" He retorted back.
Lifting her chin up she stared at him with all the hate she was able to master, "Never."
Smiling he took another step forward until he was able to sit right next to her.
It was exactly the opening that she was waiting for.
Without any hesitation she immediately launched out with her open palm at a lighting speed towards his face, hoping to catch him off-guard and if possible to get some sort of control over the whole situation that way.
"Oh no you don't," he said very calmly and without appearing to waste any excess energy he grabbed hold of her arm and twisted it around until she had no choice but to moan softly in pain. With her free hand she tried to break his solid grip on her arm on her but instead he backhanded her so violently that her head snapped to one side and she felt sideways towards the floor, landing with a soft, "oomph," on her side.
He was immediately on top of her, rolling her with one movement onto her back and sitting with his full weight on her legs. For a while she was unable to offer any resistance as her ears was still ringing from the violent attack on her head.
It was only when she started to feel his hot breath on her neck that she finally came back to full reality. With all the strength she could mastered she twisted her body from side to side, her legs was useless due to the near dead weight on them, and brought up her hands to push against his chest, trying to get him off her. At the back of her mind she was cursing herself for her lack of physical strength which she knew was due to the lack of appetite and abuse of alcohol that had been part of her life for way too long.
Instead he captured the side of her neck with his mouth, kissing and slightly sucking on the exposed skin, ignoring any of her attempts to free herself of his hold.
The more she felt his lips exploring her neck the more desperate she became. She realized with a sinking feeling that unless she did something to stop him her world would never be the same again. She also knew from years of experience that she needed to stay calm, now more than ever, since any sort of openly displayed panic would only encourage him further and even prevent her from thinking with a clear mind.
When he moved his head a bit higher to start nibbling on the side of her lips and she could feel his hands fumbling with the top of her shirt's button, his attention obvious a bit distracted from her attempts to free herself, she decided to make her move quickly and without any hesitation. For a moment she forced her body to go still, to pretend like she was going to offer no more resistance, and when she could feel his hold on her ceasing just a little bit she lashed out a hand and with her semi-long nails she raked him across the face, from just below the eye bank of his left eye straight down his cheek and ending just slightly above his lips.
Utterly a loud sound of pain, shock and surprise he let go off her but did not move off her legs. Instead he just clutched the side of his face where long thin red marks with blood flowing slightly from it could be seen.
It was the opening that she had been waiting for. She immediately followed up her attack with a well calculating fist against the side of his neck. She was hoping to hit his main vein in the process, knowing that if she was successful it would stun, maybe even kill, him and as such provide her with the upper hand.
Just at the last moment he somehow managed to pull himself together and with a loudly uttered, "bitch," he moved his head away in time and retaliated with grabbing hold of her arms with his and pushing them above her head.
Feeling all hope disappearing like mist in front of the sun she did the only thing she could think off in the heat of the moment – spitting in his face.
It did not help her in anyway, except to maybe provide her with a small amount of satisfaction in seeing her spit mixing with the blood of her previous attack and subsequently dripping down his face. For a little while she could not help but getting a childish delight out of seeing the disgust forming in his eyes.
It was only for a little while.
With his one hand he kept her arms locked in one place while his other one started encircling her neck, slowly but steadily beginning to strangle her. Horrified she could see his head moving towards her face again.
"I'll have to teach you a lesson," he whispered in her ear and increased his hold on her neck. She tried to resist, to found someway to loosen his grip on her arms but it only resulted in him appearing to get angrier and increasing his grasp on her neck.
After a while it felt like her eyes were becoming heavy in their sockets, her tongue was transforming to something dry and alien in her mouth and she could sense, see and feel the earth dancing at a terrifying speed around her. She knew that she was close to loosing consciousness but was unable to do anything to prevent it; he was just too strong for her. The small part of her mind that was still open to rational thought was amazed at the concept of this but then for whatever strange reason a memory of long ago came to the foreground. It was something about mad people being unusually strong and how it sometimes required a couple of strong men just to subdue one of them.
She could feel his lips on her again, this time it was claiming her face and mouth with excess force. She made a feeble attempt at trying to turn her face away from him but instead he just laughed softly under his breath and increased his terrifying strength on her neck.
It was just as a complete blackness begun to overwhelm her senses that he removed his hand from her neck. She was unable to prevent herself from coughing a few times and taking in a deep breath, trying to get some much needed oxygen to her lungs. For a moment she was grateful for just that one small mercy, hoping irrationally that maybe he was regretting his actions or that everything would turn out just to be a nightmare.
Her hope only lasted until she could feel his hand pulling the corners of her shirt from her pants and after a couple of seconds of hardly any struggle from him or her she could feel the coldness of his persistent hand on the bare flesh of her stomach.
A lone tear ran down her cheek at the frustration of her own complete hopelessness. Never before in her life had she ever felt it in such an intense way. She was scared and afraid. She had always knew that as a woman there was always a good chance that she might be attacked, even raped in her life, but never could she have fathom that it might happen at the hands of her own brother.
His hand continued moving over the bare flesh of her stomach, caressing and groping at the same time. It moved upwards until it just reached the edge of her bra, teasing with his fingertips over the soft feminine material that was still dividing them.
She had no idea where she got the strength from for just as he tried to force his tongue between her lips she moved her head slightly and bit down - hard.
At first she was unsure as to whether it was his tongue or his bottom lip that she had but she anyway refused to let go, instead she bit down a bit harder and could feel blood starting to pour over her gums.
It was only when he groaned loudly in pain, snatched away his roaming hand and tried to get off her that she reluctantly let go of him. He immediately rolled off her and scrambled into some sort of a sitting position a safe distance away from her.
In return she forced herself to sit up too with her fists slightly raised into the air in front of her.
For a while both attacker and victim glared at each other in silence, the one with menace in his eyes the other with a complete hatred.
Tentatively he lifted his hand to touch his injured lip. Teeth marks were clearly visible around his bottom lip and on more than one place the skin was either bruised or broken. When he removed his fingertips after a second it came away with bright red blood all over them.
He stared at his wet fingers with wonder and amazement, the emotion on his face clearly indicating that he found it impossible to believe what she had just done to him.
Sure that she was reading his reaction correctly she hissed between her teeth, "And you deserved it you fucking bastard. There's no way that I will just allow you to rape me without offering some sort of resistance."
The confused emotion on his face gradually transformed into a huge grin and the dark glance in his eyes changed to one of utter amusement.
"What is so funny?" she asked, her eyes narrowing while her face was still twisted in hate.
"Oh nothing…just admiring your handiwork," he answered and followed his reply up with a soft chuckle.
"Well…," she struggled to find the correct words but knew that she needed to make him keep on talking in order to divert his attention from the idea of maybe finishing with what he had started off with. A sarcastic smile suddenly lined her lips, "Why don't you come over here and I promise to do something more permanent with your ugly mug."
His hand gently reached for his lip again before he replied with humor still visible audible in his voice, "Maybe another time. For now I had enough fun for one day."
Standing up he shook his head slightly and started walking to the door. Just before he exited he paused and then as a sort of an afterthought called over his shoulder, "After all I wouldn't want to have my fun all at once and spoiler any future excitement."