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This chapter...well, things are going good, but then, of course, something terrible happens. You should expect that from me by now. ;)
Be warned! Non consensual sex and bloodletting and losing hope. Bad combo.
Spencers13 – March 2003–March 2004
R – Drama – Angst
Chapter Eleven – Taken
The days marched on, and Kyle Bennington realized he was much more soft–hearted than he thought. Endri was practically ignoring him, and it hurt so much worse than any hardship the two had ever faced. Depression followed the human like a black rain cloud, hovering near and drenching him in sorrow every time the ghost passed him by or called out for his father instead of him.
But there was always a silver lining to black rain clouds, and Kyle's silver lining was the small bit of happiness he got out of knowing that Endri and Beetlejuice were getting along so well. The ghoul's son was finally acknowledging his father, and Kyle couldn't deny the pure joy he saw sparkling in Beetlejuice's eyes when his son spoke to him first.
However, still, Kyle seemed to have no one to speak to anymore. His best friend seemed gone, almost like he wasn't even there, and it hurt the human to no end to have the only being that used to depend on him for almost everything ignore him.
It was early, and Beetlejuice and Endri had gone on an outing for the entire day. Home alone, was Kyle, meandering in the kitchen, fixing a little something to tide himself over for a few hours. Depression still hung thickly in the air around him, making his thin frame sag as he slathered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich together.
Across the street, the Monster's attention was pulled from the television when the sound of a loud bang erupted from BJ's Roadhouse. Thinking nothing of it simply because it was common for such noises to drift over from Beetlejuice's home, the Monster went back to watching TV.
Laughing, carrying on, and generally having a wonderful time, Beetlejuice and Endri returned home around seven that same evening. In their hands were shopping bags from the Real World, stuffed full of goodies and unnecessary but nice to have items.
Laughing so hard, it was hard for him to speak as Endri continued on with something they had been joking over before entering the Roadhouse. "I—ha–ha–ha! I can't believe you—ha–ha!—did that to that girl!"
Beetlejuice simply cackled so hard, he held his stomach, unable to form words through his mirth.
"The look on her face! Ah–ha–ha–ha!" the ghost went on, carrying his things into the kitchen.
Following, slowly calming from his merry high and wiping tears from his eyes, the ghoul bumped into his son's back, making the boy drop his bags from suddenly unresponsive fingers. Beetlejuice grunted and looked around his son at the kitchen, his eyes widening when he noticed almost the entire back wall was destroyed and the rest of the room was a total disaster.
"What the hell?!" he gasped, glancing up at Endri.
The ghost was frozen and staring, something akin to fear on his features.
Backing away a little, telling himself it wasn't in fear of his boy, Beetlejuice looked back over his shoulder toward the living room, dropping his bags to the floor as well. "Kyle?!" He waited for an answer, but, much to his dismay, received none. "Kyle! You home?"
Endri moved forward and came to a stop beside the table. On it rested chunks of plaster and drywall and a half completed peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The butter knife used to spread the ingredients rested over the peanut butter side of the sandwich, looking like it was dropped there. The smell of something so eerily familiar made him hope beyond hope that it wasn't what he thought it was but knew it had to be.
Tiny droplets of drying red liquid were pooled on the table in intermittent places, looking as if they had been dribbled there. Slowly, almost dazedly, Endri reached his forefinger down and swiped it through one of the thick droplets of liquid and brought it up to his lips, licking it off with a languid movement of his tongue. His blank stare rose from nothing to gaze out through the hole in the kitchen wall, not registering that his eyes came to rest on the barren back yard.
"Kyle's"
Beetlejuice, who stood a few feet back, heard the tiny utterance and swallowed with nerves. Oh, boythis is all we need. "Endriit's okay. We'll find him. Don't worry."
Endri slowly balled his fingers into a fist and grimaced, feeling bodiless pain waft through his being. His green eyes slipped closed, and his white teeth grit together so hard, they kricked. A small whimper escaped those tightly clenched teeth before the ghost inhaled a quick breath and bellowed his anguish for all the Neitherworld to hear. He fell to his knees, his voice echoing everywhere.
Kyle jerked awake, blinking groggily. In the distance, he swore he heard something echoing, but the more seconds that passed, it felt more like the fading echo of a dream. He looked around the room he seemed to be occupying, unable to tell where he was for the oppressing darkness. His eyes were accustomed to the black, but everything was entirely too dim to take in. Knowing he was sitting upright on something unusually soft and against a wall that had warmed due to constant contact with his skin, he also realized his arms were held securely behind his back by what felt like three-ring shackles, starting at his wrists and ending halfway up his forearms. His legs also wouldn't move very far. A thick, metal shackle wound around each of his upper thighs and was connected to a smaller shackle around each of his ankles by a short four or five-link chain. The shackles on his thighs were also chained to his upper arms, prohibiting him from standing in case he somehow worked the binds on his ankles off. It also felt like he had a metal collar around his neck with metal loops dangling in the frontas if awaiting someone to attach a chain to it too.
A light wave of panic began to set in, then, when Kyle realized his entire outfit was gone, leaving him stark naked! Someone had violated him while he was unconscious?! The mere thought made him sick, and he tried more desperately to struggle with his restraints, throwing caution to the wind. He was loud, probably alerting whoever had captured him, but not caring as he grappled with his binds, grunting and straining, trying to stand as well.
Oh, shitwhat's goin' on? he thought to himself, feeling the fear rising. Sweat trickled along his brow and down his bare arms, chest, and back. He had just been idly making a sandwich when his entire world shattered. He remembered debris, panic, and then pain. Tenderly, he ran his tongue through his mouth and over swollen lips, tasting the remnants of copper that meant blood. He must have been hit in the face with enough force to be knocked out and then taken towherever he was.
Across the room, a light clicked on, shocking Kyle's eyes. He ceased struggling and twisted his head to the side, eyelids locked tight, trying to keep the bright glare from hurting his sensitive cerulean orbs. When at last the sting passed and the light wasn't so hard to bear, he blinked his lids open and slowly turned back to the source of his sudden shock.
A woman sat in a posh chair across the room, slowly drawing her pale hand back from an antique–looking lamp. She sat casually, her long legs crossed and a smirk on her bright red lips. Her overly made–up face glowed as well as her hair, shining healthily in the lamplight. The ebony locks were well–kept, long, and flowing in silky waves about her shoulders, looking like a black waterfall. Skin-tight black slacks adorned her legs and a shiny, tight, black leather corset wrapped around her slim waist. A puffy, red shirt overflowed from the corset, making her already sizeable breasts look that much larger. Black leather boots rose to her calves and laced all the way up, tied off in neat, dangling bows.
All in all, the pale–skinned woman was incredibly beautiful, but there was something definitely not quite right about her. She sat there on her chair in the room—rather heavily decorated with antiques from all across time—looking contemplative.
"Hello, there. You finally decided to wake up, eh, human?" she spoke, her voice femininely deep and sensual.
Kyle blinked and swallowed, but said not a word.
"My name is Moira. You are Kyle, I presume," she went on, not put off in the slightest by his silence.
Anger slowly welled in Kyle's gut, but he refrained from frowning, trying instead to show no emotion whatsoever. He wouldn't let that woman get to him—not in any way. What the hell does she want with me?
Moira only smirked. "Kyle Gavan Benningtonit flows nicely." She stood seductively, something that seemed to come very easy to her. Her height was considerable, probably surpassing Kyle's five foot eight by at least four inches, and her entire body was lean and slender.
Slowly, she made her way over to her captive, saying along the way, "A human"
Kyle swallowed, suddenly feeling very nervous. She was definitely not to be trusted, if the fact that she had him in shackles, sitting nude upon a large, lavishly plush pillow in the corner of her living room said anything.
"From the Real World," she continued on. "A white–haired beauty with pale, but healthy skin; a full, healthy body: soft, smooth, supple. So beautiful" she stopped right next to him and leaned down, putting them face to face, "exotic." Licking her lips, she trailed her yellow eyes up and down the man's body. "You would taste so delicious, I would wager."
Trying his best to show contempt, Kyle turned his face away and scowled, keeping his lips tightly shut.
Moira smirked again. "Nothing to say to me? You screamed loud enough when I saved you from that grotesque establishment." She leaned back up and stared down her nose at him. "Though I have no idea why. I would abhor living in such a" her face scrunched disgustedly, "dump. I'd have been ecstatic had someone rescued me from it."
"That dump was my home."
Moira blinked, surprised. "So, he speaks. And I must say," she leaned down again, "your voice is sodelicious. I could eat you up, human. But I won't."
Kyle couldn't help feeling relieved. He wouldn't have put it past her to literally eat him.
"You would be so much more valuable to me alive. So much more valuable" She trailed a finger down the side of his face and licked her lips again. "I have to admitI'm having a hard time keeping my hands off of you. And I almost can't believe I actually have you: the only human in the Neitherworld. How did you manage to get here anyway? And why would you be living here? This disgusting world isn't that great, is it?"
Kyle was silent.
"No matter. You're here, that's all that counts."
"What do you want with me?" He tried to keep his voice monotone and stoic, but even he noticed the twinge of uneasiness laced into the words.
Moira smiled, bearing one gleaming fang. "What any other Neitherworldian in their right mind would want with a human."
That human swallowed as she ran a hand up his thigh, stopping uncomfortably close.
Leaning in, she whispered the finish of her wants into his rounded ear. "Pleasure."
Kyle hissed. "Keep your fuckin' hands off me."
Moira smirked and pulled away, standing and walking slowly back to her chair, her hips swaying enticingly. Though, Kyle wasn't interested in that one bit. "I bet you're wondering how I even discovered your existence here, aren't you?"
The human scowled but chose not to answer. The talkative wench seemed to want to tell him anyway, whether he was willing to hear or not.
"Sure you are." She giggled throatily. "You can give your former companion thanks for being such a loudmouth. Pepper, wasn't it?"
Kyle almost gasped aloud. "Ptold you about me?"
Smirking, Moira sat back into her plush chair again, crossing her legs. She loved that look of horror on his face. "Not so much as told me specifically, per say, but more of a drunken rant at the unfitness spa about how she had the perfect human in her grip but let him go. Almost everyone thought she was simply raving and drunk. But it got my attention, so I decided to investigate. It took me a while, but I finally found you, and now that I have you, I'll never let you go the way she so foolishly did."
The white–haired human bit his lip and looked down to the floor at his knees, trying with all his might to keep the tears and emotion inside. The horrid feeling of absolute, ultimate betrayal ripped through his being, making his heart seize in his chest and his breath hitch. He felt like he would drop dead right there from such rending pain.
The vampire–like woman stood again and stepped back over to him, kneeling down to stroke his cheek and hair like a master would a beloved pet. "Poor little thing. She must have meant something to you. Well, forget about her. She didn't treat you properly. I will be so much better to you than that ungrateful whore." She leaned down like she would kiss him. "Let me make everything better. I'll make you forget her."
Kyle suddenly panted for a breath and jerked his head away from her insulting hand. "Don't you touch me! Let me go!"
Moira frowned. "I don't think so. You're mine now."
Growling, the human stared at her hatefully. "You don't realize what you've done. You don't realize who I was living with. That was the Roadhouse you broke into and kidnapped me from. Beetlejuice's house."
She only laughed at his attempt to frighten her. "You must think me daft! I knew quite well who's home I abducted you from."
Kyle smirked and bared his teeth. "Then you also must know that Beetlejuice's son, Endri, lives there too. Did you know that he has the Mania?"
Gasping lightly, Moira put a delicate hand to her mouth. "Eew."
"I was taking care of him, you know. I was his caretaker since it started five months ago. With me gone, he'll throw a shit fit and come after whoever stole me away from him. He'll come after you. And when he finds you, I don't think he'll be very reasonable. You'd better let me go now and save yourself any trouble."
His captor giggled throatily. "Sweet Kyle, I don't frighten that easily. Let Beetlejuice or the Mania brat search as long as they want; they will never find this place." She leaned in and held his face still with just one hand and lightly kissed his nose. "Oh, so warm!" More kisses were placed to the human's nose, cheeks, and forehead.
He struggled against the falsely sweet lips, but it seemed he had no strength compared to her. She may have been a female, but she was amazingly strong. He jerked with all his might, trying to pull away.
"Just relax, Kyle. Let me take all of your worries away." Moira's tongue trailed along his cheek and nipped at his earlobe, then nibbled those teeth along one of his shoulders. Sharp fangs suddenly sunk into the soft flesh of the tender part of Kyle's upper arm.
"NnGH!" He bit off the shout of pain in contempt. He would not let her get to him—not in any way! The disturbed woman licked at the seeping blood, mumbling incoherently about it being warm and delicious. Kyle turned his face away and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and humiliation.
Are all ghosts fuckin' sadists?!
With a sudden shout of crazed desire, Moira pulled away from him, displaying a bit of crimson smeared over her lips, and worked frantically at undoing her own pants. "I can't hold out any longer. You taste so good, human! Forget pleasantries and taking things slow. I'll savor you later." She pushed her slacks down to her knees.
Kyle renewed his struggles, trying to jerk away, but was unfortunately reminded that he was held in general place by the shackles around his wrists, thighs, and ankles.
Moira only hissed in desire. "That's right, my little human" She leaned her head down to his groin.
Oh, fuckno!
Endri cried out and stumbled, falling to the rocky road beneath him. Beetlejuice was right there with him and knelt down to help his son.
"Endri! What'sa matter?!"
The ghost cradled his right hand that throbbed painfully. "Something's wrong. Kylehe's beingattacked."
"How can you be sure?"
Endri showed his father his hand. The palm was red and very sore looking, almost like there was a rash or small specks of blood seeping through the irritated pores. "We bondedas brothers. When I concentrate, I can feel him. Strong emotions are made known. I feel him now." He grimaced. "Angerfear."
Beetlejuice hauled his son to his feet. "Come–on, we gotta keep moving. We'll find him." Cupping a hand to the side of his mouth, he shouted ahead of them, "Doomie! Pick up the pace!"
"Meep meeeep!" the auto responded, his RPM's jumping up as he sniffed along the road with more vigor.
The ghoul tugged on Endri's arm. "Let's go sit in the car while he sniffs around. We should rest."
But the boy yanked his arm away from his father's helping hand. "No! I won't rest until I know Kyle's safe!" he shouted, determined, walking ahead faster.
Beetlejuice sighed and jogged to catch up.
"Kyle"
Kyle slowly blinked his eyes open and groggily leveled his blurry gaze upon Moira's saccharine visage.
"Take a sip, baby. You need to keep your strength up," she implored, holding an antique teacup filled with some unknown amber liquid swirling within it.
The human pulled away, refusing to drink.
"Come now, don't be stubborn. Take a drinkfor me?" She gave him some form of sweet, pleading eyes, but that look only made Kyle want to spite her that much more. He closed his eyes, keeping his face, drained of almost all color, away. Moira growled in frustration. "Stupid human! You won't eat, drink, or even talk anymore! What's your problem?! I'm treating you exquisitely, and you continually refuse my kindness!" She threw the cup across the room, not caring that the warm liquid splashed all over the floor or that the expensive china shattered to pieces. "You need to be taught some manners and discipline." Leaning in, she savagely bit the tender flesh of Kyle's chest and literally sucked his blood out through the wound, trying to make it sting and burn as much as possible.
The human held everything in, even the tears as he detached himself from reality—something he had learned very quickly to avoid the pain and humiliation—and let his mind drift elsewhere.
Where are they? Why haven't they come yet? Are they even looking for me?
He never even felt it when Moira raked her nails down his side then backhanded him across an already bruised cheek.
I would have thought at least Endri would be looking for me. But latelyhe hasn't been needing me. Maybeno one knows I'm even gone. Maybe they haven't even noticed. Maybe they didbut they don't care. They don't care that I'm gone. They don't care what could be happening to me. They forgot about me. Sorrow welled in his gut, and his blue eyes swam with tears. M–Maybe I shouldf–forget them too? This womanshe's cruel and heartless. She forces me to do things I don't want to. She keeps me chained up and shows me off to her friends when they come overbut at least she pays attention to me.
Slowly, Kyle came out of his daze and blinked at Moira as if just waking from a dream already forgotten. His cerulean eyes looked upon her, the pupils dilated to unnatural proportions.
The woman seethed and glared. "So you finally decide to acknowledge me? You smug piece of—"
Kyle leaned forward, letting his lips fall against hers in a seemingly timid kiss.
Shocked, Moira pulled away and looked him over skeptically, but when she noticed his body physically responding to her, she allowed a smirk to play on her full, red lips. "It seems I beat some sense into you after all. Perhaps I should have done that first instead of going through all that hassle." A sickening grin spread over her full lips. "I bet you liked that, didn't you? You masochistic human, why didn't you say you liked it rough?" She leaned in to kiss him again, and again, he responded. Backing away, she smirked once more. "Good boy. Let's see what else you know how to do."
Though the human responded to her willingly, he was slow, and she didn't overlook his large, dilated eyes. Attributing that look to some human bodily response to desire, however, she continued assaulting her suddenly willing captive. But even still, he would not speak, would not gasp or moan, would not utter even a single noise. And the only thought in his mind during the entire time was: Maybe this is what I deserve.
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