Chapter Twelve

Maria held onto the back of Rocky's head, holding it dearly between her palms. "You're such a beautiful boy Rocky. Faaar more beautiful than any of the others I've brought down here."

Rocky turned his eyes left then right. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to comment on that or not. So he remained silent.

"Rocky, when someone pays you a compliment, you thank them."

Not true. But Rocky figured he'd better listen. "Thank you." His voice was as young as a twelve year olds from not being used in so long.

Maria continued to pet the boy. Her attention wandering from this part of his face to that. "Your eyes are remarkable. I've never seen anything like them." Leaning forward she kissed each temple, then backed away with a giggle.

"Thank you."

"I'm curious about your knowledge of punishment for bad people, bad deeds... Do you know how to make a person crack my love. How to get what you want when you want it."

Rocky shook his head. He knew but he didn't want to think about it at the time.

"There are many ways... One, is by simply torturing them ahaha, can you imagine how fast you can make a mouse find cheese in a maze... if you shock him at every turn that's incorrect." Maria closed her eyes. "I can... I can play with fear Rocky."

The teens body twitched at this. He had no clue what she would do to him, but it didn't sound good.

"I know what scares you most... I've seen everything about you. From beginning to-.. well... I can't see into the future quite well enough, but I'm learning." Her eyes opened and she looked at Rocky's face. Titling the boys head so that his eyes met hers she smiled.

"Back in the old days, if you wanted to get your wife to tell you something- if you thought she to be cheating on you... A man would cut her hair off. A woman's joy is her vanity... threaten to take that vanity and you now hold the world of her information in your hands." She began to pet him again. "Do you know how to squeeze a man, Rocky?"

He swallowed hard, shaking his head. He wanted to look away, but her eyes were so intense, he was sure he'd burst into flames if he did. As though those eyes were the only things keeping him safe... for now.

"Simple... You take away his dignity- his priiiide. I can crack you, Rocky, if you don't listen to me."

"I will listen." His voice was quiet as his head dropped back down.

"I know you will." Maria's smile became cocky and she slid down in the seat to a more relaxed position to show off the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "...Lick it."

The command was clear, plain, and simple. It also wasn't going to be done. Rocky's eyes narrowed to the slits of a cat, his head lowered to the point where his chin touched his collar bone. "No." The boys words weren't mumbled or stammered in anyway. He rejected her words, plain and simple, just as Maria had asked of it.

The girl titled her head back laughing carelessly. "Oh Rocky, that's so cute how you say that as if you have a choice." Removing one hand from his head, Rocky soon felt that bare side come into contact with the arm of the chair. HARD!

"Aaahhh!" His eyes closed as pain washed through his body.

Again Maria laughed. "Oh my sweet baby Rocky, you have lovely bed music... I looong to hear you sing for me." Placing her hand on the side of his head again, she let her fingers play in the blood on the side of the boys head. It was almost like she had gone into trance. Lifting the captives face, so that he could look at her she spoke in a melodic, sadistic tone.. "Rule number one, when I talk you listen. If something is asked of you- obey- without question." Yanking his face quickly to hers she sneered barking. "DO WE UNDERSTAND!"

Rocky nodded frantically. his vision swimming.

"Good... Now... Lick it and like it."

Rocky's mouth went dry. He couldn't believe he was going to do it, he didn't want to. He truly didn't want to. But he was so weak from hunger, that if Maria were to hit him any harder he would surely black out and there was no telling what would happen to him if that happened. Leaning forward toward the girls crouch, he took in a shuddered breath then stuck out his tongue and did as she asked.

Maria giggled and moved her hips forward on contact. "Much better... See how nice I can be when you listen."

Rocky hated himself for being this weak. Why couldn't he just run. Could she really stop him if he did? I'm strong and solid... I can get out of here. I can get out of this. Strong and solid... Pull from that Rocky, I have to.

"You won't...Aaahhh!" she sighed in pleasure. "..-be escaping anytime soon, my love. Rule number two, if you want to ask a question, you ask if you may first."

Rocky nodded, never pausing his actions. It smelled so horrible. A lot like that scent that was on his pillow back at the dorm. So Maria was there, in my bed... That stupid bitch. How could I be so dumb?

"You're dumb because you're weak, just like when you were a kid."

Both Rocky and Maria looked up hearing that. So I'm not crazy, she heard it too. Some one is trying to get my attention. He quickly brushed a hand across his mouth to wipe the girl from his lips.

"No, I'm sure it was just the television. Tut, tut! Back to work." She pressed his face into her vagina. "Rule number three, you are nothing more than a slave here. You are my fuck toy. I can play with you however I want, when I want. I am the queen." Her words faltered a bit as she sighed again. "You are good at this... I might just..." Shoving the boys face away, Maria caught her breath shaking her head. "Enough..." She pants. "Truly you spoil me lover."

"I'm... glad, I could... make you happy." He lied.

"I'm glad you can too." Her mouth twist into a bitter, tight, little smirk. "Rule four... If I am not here... you are to watch our daughter until I get back. I think the two of you need to get better acquainted, you always leave before she gets a chance to know her father. You're all fuck mommmy and never let her have fun."

"If I can ask a question...?"

"Go ahead." She began to pet his hair again. The insane girl loved the softness of his hair, she especially liked the blood that gave it that red spot like a ball of fire to his head. Hmm hmm, she chuckled. Be careful Rocky, cause if you play with fire, you get burned.

"Who is our daughter? I've never met her before. Have I?" His voice was so weak he could scream. He felt like his life were fading from him every minute he spent with this demented girl.

"Our daughter, Pamela? Surely you remember her? You met that night when we came home from the club. Well... actually, we were just at our hotel that night. But for the time being it was home.

"I'm sorry... But I don't remember that night to well. Please, tell me what happened."

Maria looked him over, then smiled an honest smile. "You speak as though you were someone else then... Someone must have slipped you a roofy and you didn't know it."

Rocky looked down embarrassed. He knew she was getting at herself. That much Rocky began to remember, they kissed and something went down his throat.

"That night when you and I left, we had a little fun in my car. You were so hot for me right then I thought you would- tear my clothes off and fuck me in the front seat! But I pushed you away, pappa bear. I told you we would wait until you could come home for good, then we drove off to the hotel to pick up our dear Pamela."

None of this was coming to Rocky's recall. He must have done some serious blocking out for this to not even sound like his actions.

"Once we got there, you looked Pamela over and squealed with delight. I had never seen such fire in your eyes... It was electrifying! Ahahaha." She threw her arms in the air as though it were happening all over again. "You and I were on the floor rolling around kissing, you bit my lips little lover but I played back."

Then that means Maria was the one who scratched me.

"I did nothing of the sort." She said in a playful tone. "I merely... Nibbled your ear and cock, nothing wrong with that. It was Pammy who scratched you."

"Pamela?" His eyes went wide with horror. Please don't tell me I tried to rape a child? Rocky didn't think he could handle hearing that. Or having it come back to him if his memory returned.

"No no..." Maria was reading his mind as though he were speaking out loud. "But... you got so excited when she saw us that you grabbed her up, asking her if she wanted to join in. I know you were just messing around, but when she scratched you... I don't know I guess you just lost it."

"Did I... hit her?"

"No, no... you did something much more fun. You held her down and cut all her hair off!"

"What!"

Maria began to laugh heartedly at this. "If you could hear her wails! Oh wait you did! Ahahahaha... She tore into you like you were a prize in a cracker jack box. I finally pulled her off of you then you took her into the next room- ha, I don't know what you did in there but when you came out you insisted on stuffing her hair down your pants." She pushed Rocky's shoulder. "I thought that was so kinky that I helped out, we would have gone further but... I don't know you got a bad headache, so I brought you home."

Rocky blinked lazily. "That's a fucking laugh, you showing compassion."

Maria looked around the room. "It seems one of my little friends has decided to speak tonight. I'm gonna have to pay him a visit."

"Maria, if I can ask... Who are all those other people in those rooms?"

"Oh them? Rocky... Don't be so jealous. You're far better looking then all of them, ha! They're not even gifted like you and I. I only needed them to try my experiments on... you know: how long a person can last without food or drink, how much oxygen is needed to survive. That sort of thing."

Rocky wet his lips wishing he hadn't as he could taste a little of the girls discharge there. "Are they... Dead?"

"Yes." Her voice showed now kind of concern of care. "One starved to death, one killed himself by- of all things drowning in the toilet." she burst into laughter remembering this. "The other... a very handsome- though not as handsome as you, mixed Hispanic boy Alfonse Mansfield, he's still alive. Nearly dead, but very much alive and very loyal to me."

"Hmph, more like afraid."

Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Maria shoved Rocky aside so she could stand. "And as you can hear, the other boy some how went nuts and got out. I suppose he escaped, but other than that I think he still wanders around in the house."

"You haven't found him?" Rocky asked, wincing when he saw her hand come up to strike him.

"I won't hit you, but always remember that you ask before you speak. But no. I haven't found him and I suppose he is somewhere in the house. Now go to your room. I'll visit you later." Unhooking the collar on the boys neck, she dropping the chain to the floor.

Rocky nodded, quickly standing to leave. On his way back to his room, he made sure not to look at the other doors this time. The paintings inside. He didn't want to see the girls museum of kidnapped children and teens. It was to gruesome to think about. People starving to death, drowning themselves. He couldn't take it. He couldn't take any of it!

Maria watched her lover disappear into the darkness of the hall. With the blink of her eyes, she closed the large double doors.

Bbbbbbaaaaauuuuuuuoooooonnnnk! It sounded after Rocky, making him run faster.

Maria touched a hand to her breast, brushing it past the nipple. "Why Rocky you tease." Smiling, she turned on her heals and headed upstairs to her bedroom. The light in the lavish living room turning off with her departure.

"Did you know that stripping people from the things they need will get you what you want?" She was speaking into the mirror or her vanity. "Fresh air, food, time...Hahaha, that one is my favorite of them all. But most of the time, it's the clothes. People will bend to your every will to be dressed and covered from the peering, judging eyes of the world." Maria's smile danced like fire off and on her face. "Wouldn't you agree Rocky?"

Tilting her head slightly, her eyes reflected in the cut out holes where Rocky's eyes should be. The same as her lips where his mouth belonged. Maria had a life sized picture of Rocky's face glued to her mirror. But the eyes and mouth were missing, so that she could gaze into her own like they were his, and watch her lips move with the same thought of Rocky.

"I'm afraid of you Maria. Please don't hurt me." She made him say.

"Why Rock'ems, I would never hurt you... I just want you to be mine forever."

"I will... I tried to deny it, but I love you. I'm just afraid that you will be tired of me."

Laughing again, the girl leaned forward kissing her reflected lips on the mirror. "My amor, I would never tire of you."

"Please lover," Rocky was saying. "Come downstairs and fuck me. I need you so bad."

Maria began to rub herself, watching her eyes in the mirror beyond Rocky's face. They half lidded and closed every so often. A smile came across her face. "You like to watch me do this, don't you?"

"Yeeessss," she made him moan. "Please come to me."

Thinking it over, the demented girl stood from her seat. "I will. I just have to freshen up a bit. I wanna look sexy for our first time." Tapping the nose on the picture, she playfully giggled to the bathroom as though Rocky were chasing her in there, his hands pinching at her butt. The door closed and the water to the shower started up.

When Rocky was safe- well, as safe as he could be inside his cell, the door automatically shut after him. The ninja climbed onto the bed, curling his legs in as he trembled with tears. He could still taste her in his mouth, on his tongue like sticky film. Placing a hand over his mouth, he hurried over to the toilet and emptied his stomach. It came out in hot angry gushes, some from his nose causing him to gasp and choke. His stomach turned a bit, but he wasn't done. Shoving his finger down his throat he allowed his self to throw up once more before he gripped to sink, and with all his strength pulled his self up so that he could rinse his mouth out.

With luck the water was clean, and he needed something cool to go down his throat. It was unbelievably cool. Kind of like when it was winter time and the pipes froze making the water cooler as it rushes through the icy tunnel to the faucet. Did she bring me some place out of the city? California water usually needs a minute to get cold, because it's so warm there. He didn't want to think about being out of the city. Right now, Rocky just wanted to sleep and forget that any of this had happened. Who knows, if worst came to worse he could always drown his self like that one kid did.

"Aahahahahahaha! You are so damn pathetic!" There was that voice again. Rocky looked everywhere but saw no one. Glancing at the door with the window, he was a little scared to think that some crazed boy was standing out there. Maria had said that she and apparently HE, were the only two in the place with a gift. But who knows...

"Aaaahhh," he grabbed his head as it began to pound like a jack hammer. "Not now..."

"Yes now... because if I don't do this... you're dead Sam."

Rocky bent over curling into a ball, his mouth hung open in pain that wouldn't escape him by sound. "No!" Standing, as hard as it was, he hurried over to the bed falling down on it. He wanted sleep to take him. He wanted to forget about what was going on. But the voice only sounded closer.

"Are you starting to get it now Sam?" The voice asked him.

"No! Who are you?" Rocky almost spit his voice as so strained in pain.

"Good question, very good question... Who am I?" The voice took on a kind of cocky mocking tone. "I guess you could say... I'm you... you are me... We are us." The voice began to laugh again.

"No! Shut up! You're not making any sense!" Rocky screamed at the top of his lungs. The voice only began to laugh louder.

"Come on crybaby... Let me out. Let me help you get out of here."

"Rrr, I can't let you out... I'm stuck too!"

"Saaam is afraaaaid to get heelp!" The voice called out.

"Stop it! Stop making fun of me and help..." He was almost crying.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?"

Rocky's eyes turned red as tears stung them. "Get out of my head! Get out..." he sobbed. The voice laughed. Lower this time and then right into his ear it said.

"I thought you'd never ask."

And as if it had never happened the voice was gone. Same as Rocky's headache. His body tried to clam down, his breathing thick and heavy in the moldy air. With force, he peeked open a wet, burning eye and glanced around the room.

He was alone. But wait!

A hand came over the side of the bed, gripping it as though it needed a hand to sit up. Then another, after that came a thick head of ashy blond hair. Rocky's eyes widened in horror as he was then greeted by a pair of rich grassy green eyes.

"No..." He whispered.

Sure enough, the face before him smiled, sinisterly, as it came higher and higher over the bed, coming face to face with him.

"It can't be..." Rocky whispered lower than before, his entire body shook.

"Hello Sam... BOO!"

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The other boy titled his head back laughing heartedly. Rocky couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that he was now staring eye to eye with his self...!