Chapter 2
By Sull89 and shadows/of/flame
He was talking about Jak… Keira's senses started screaming at her when she realized what Erol meant. Jak was the one they were experimenting on, the one they were torturing, the one they were going to kill!
This bastard of a man next to her was helping this murder happen, and he was proud of it! He bragged about it, like it was something special! Worst of all, Keira knew he enjoyed it!
It was Jak she heard screaming every night. His voice was the one that echoed through her bedroom, keeping her awake with nightmares about the harsh reality of her new home.
Keira forgot where she was as she fell into her own world again. This time though, it wasn't the calm and peaceful world of memories from before, but a dark and depressing hole full of blood, misery, and violence.
She felt as through she was drowning in that blood, the knowledge of what was happening to Jak pulling her down and suffocating her. All she could see was the boy, floating in this sea of red and making it deeper with his own.
It was a horror beyond all belief for Keira, to have that vision pass before her eyes. A vision that she didn't want, that she never asked for. It was wrong, and in this short amount of time, it had almost broken her.
Erol must have seen something change in Keira's face, because he pulled the mechanic closer to him and started to whisper in her ear. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked as he leaned in to kiss her.
The pressure of Erol's lips against hers finally snapped Keira back into the real world, but now all she wanted to do was hurt the man in any way she could. Bite him, kick him, or punch him, Keira felt she had to do something.
She knew though, that she couldn't do anything. Erol had too much power, to much sway in this city, and he could do anything he wanted to her. Keira was also afraid that if she did anything to Erol, he would do something worse to Jak.
So the mechanic waited for Erol to break the kiss, and when he looked at her again, she smiled. After a moment, she bent her head down into the engine compartment of a zoomer, so she didn't have to look at the evil man next to her.
While Keira was under the pretense of fixing the zoomer, Erol wandered around her shop. Stopping here and there to run his fingers over something, he scrutinized every inch of the space.
The redheaded man was always on the lookout for a clue that would tell him Keira had been unfaithful. Although they technically weren't dating, Erol considered the mechanic his, and that was all he needed to be controlling.
Infuriated, Keira watched Erol from under her lashes as he prowled around her garage. She wanted to tell him to get away from her stuff, but once again, she couldn't. She couldn't tell him to do anything.
Sick to death and tired of her situation, Keira decided that there was one thing she could do, something that would keep her sane and thinking in this, the darkest of times. I'm going to try to get more information out of Erol, she thought decisively, there has to be something he'll tell me that will help Jak.
Keira knew though, what she'd have to do to get Erol to tell her what she wanted. Gathering her resolve, she straightened her back and then walked over to the Guard Commander.
No matter what though, she thought as she started to make her move, it won't go much farther than this. Quickly, she reached behind Erol and grabbed his butt, squeezing in the process.
The racer jumped a bit at the unexpected contact. This was the first time Keira herself had made any advance, and Erol found he liked it. Turning to catch her in his arms, Erol almost tripped when he found she wasn't there.
He heard a laugh above his head; Keira had used one of her lifts to reach the roof beams. Erol looked up, and there she was, sitting on one of the metal girders and smiling down at him with mischief in her eyes.
A lustful grin crossed Erol face as he watched Keira uncross her legs. She was so appealing, so beautiful, and so naive. His grin widened; the idea he had in mind would be so much fun.
Keira noticed the way Erol watched her, and she also saw that he wasn't looking at her face, but she knew she had to ignore that. Swinging her body around, she straddled the girder and then locked her feet together.
Quick as a flash, she pushed her hands against the side of the metal. With her feet holding her up, the girl now hung from the beam. With an evil smile she looked down at Erol as she disregarded the fact that her shirt had fallen up toward her head, showing much more of her body than she was comfortable with.
Keira could see by the look in Erol's face that he liked it though. Not much farther than this, she reminded herself. Knowing that everything she did drove Erol a bit father away from reason, she ran her hands down her shirt in a futile attempt to make it lie right.
Faking exasperation, she flung her hands down. "It won't stay," she pouted, her lower lip sticking out, "Oh well." Getting a new idea Keira asked, "Erol honey, catch me?" With that, she untwisted her legs.
The Krimzon Guard had her in his arms way before she would have hit the ground. Letting his hormones override his brain, his pressed his lips against Keira's in a violent move.
It was all Keira could do not to scream out in pain. He had bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed, and she could feel her lifeblood as it flowed into her mouth, to coat her teeth and run into her throat.
Finally, Erol tore his lips away from Keira's. The mechanic could see where her blood was on him, and she had to repress a shudder as his tongue came out and licked it up. After a moment, she could see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed.
Smacking his lips, Erol gave Keira another lustful look. "That's how I like it, baby," he told her, "Nice and sweet." Keira was still in his arms, now though, he flung her onto an empty lift.
"Nice and sweet…" he murmured as he grabbed onto her wrists and began to lower himself down onto her.
Keira's mind was running on high and beginning to panic. This wasn't what was suppose to happen, this was going way too far! She had to do something now, before Erol did what he had planned.
In a quick move, the girl freed one of her hands and pressed it against Erol's chest. "Tell me something first," Keira asked as she kept up her own lustful façade, trying to get some time to think, "please?"
Erol didn't want to wait, but he decided to humor Keira anyway. "What?" he asked, his voice hoarse with suppressed urges, his chest under Keira's hand heaving with need.
"More about that boy, please?" she pleaded. "It's all so intriguing. That's all I want to know, then we can move on." Keira gave Erol the most pitiful look she could manage.
Seeing that look, Erol caved in to her demands, "Alright, babe." Before he said anymore though, he finished lowering himself down onto her, and then leaned his head against her chest.
"It started almost two years ago," Erol laughed, "but you already knew that." He sighed, as though remembering that long ago time, "It was getting late, and all day the Baron had been after me to find someone who could survive the experiments."
Keira decided to keep up her act, seeing that it was getting her somewhere.
Gently, she whispered to Erol, "My poor baby, having to listen to the beck and call of that evil man."