"I think I gave you a little too big dose, you're badly bleeding. But it adds realism, my little Maxine, it emphasizes your innocence and purity." The brown haired woman almost puked with disgust when a middle-aged man caressing her cheek and gently shifted her face to another, more favorable angle. She was so fucking scared, she had tried to revind several times but nothing happened. Her power had abandoned her. Fuck! What should I do now?
"I know everything, you old fucking perv. Your creepy minion killed Rachel Amber. You were blackmailing Kate Marsh even at school!" Sight of the freckled teenager was wild, animalish, overwhelmed with the will to murder, she jerked in the chair grinning menacingly in a grimace of fierce rage. She looked macabre, the blood was dripping from nose and smeared on her lips, chin and neck giving her a possessed appearance of the wild beast. Jefferson narrowed his eyes, but didn't want to show that he was little scared. "You wanted to kill Chloe, you damn motherfucker! I won't forgive you this, do you hear me, you piece of shit? I will follow you into the darkest circle of hell and make you want to die instead of dealing with me!" Her scream became more and more hoarse, dehumanized, overwhelmed with hatred and desire for cruel revenge. The fury that was shaking tiny body of the brown haired woman has made the darkest features of her personality howled. She usually hid that part of herself deep in her heart, under a tight coat of fear and uncertainty, but not today." I'll penetrate your pedophile ass with an iron bar until you squeal like a fucked pig."
"Wow, strong words for a little girl tied to a chair in a secret bunker that only two people know it actually exists." Mark stepped back from her and instinctively lowered the camera, but after a while he raised it again to his eye and shoot some phenomenal photos of Max engulfed in a wild, berserk frenzy. She was throwing spasmodically and roaring like an wounded aurochs, making the tight ties of thin, rough rope bit painfully into her wrists. These were beautiful, expressive shots, he had never seen in his victim such envy and aggression which was gurgling in teenager and poured from her mouth like lava from an exploding volcano, dormant for several centuries. Such a wonderful show. Most of girls who had the opportunity to be photographed in the darkroom just cried begging for mercy or remained silent, losing themselves in the primal, paralyzing fear. Fear for your own life. "Bravo, Max, you're phenomenal! I've never taken such perfect pictures. You are my beloved muse."
"Eat shit and die, you motherfucking douchebag. Shut the fuck up or I will puke on your crappy face." She growled spitting blood under his feet, it was so menacingly that she surprised herself. Can I sound so ominous? Rage was still boiling in her veins after she had failed in an alternate reality to keep Chloe from being shot by Jefferson. She couldn't forgive herself for that. Although it wasn't really her fault, conscience was like hell with a monstrous, burning heat which damaged her brain. Terrible darkness, emptiness and cold flooded her soul and a rapid stream poured down her throat and choked the girl, drowning her in pure amok. The man thought that he would be able to silence the brunette with a fast, hard slap but this only added fuel to the fire of her anger with a completely unintended effect. Teenager roared ferociously and bitterly like a wounded, wild animal that never had any contact with a human before, occasionally adding into her devilish scream a couple of fierce, disgusting, ominous threats and curses. Seeing no other way out of the situation, he decided to find some kind of towel with which he could gag the kicking and screaming girl.
"Open your fucking mouth, bitch!" He growled irritably grabbing her head with one hand while trying to part the blood streaked mouth, but she was holding her clenched teeth too tightly. Due to the lack of an idea to regain control of the situation, he decided to put his index finger between the lips of a freckled girl. He quickly realized how big mistake it was, because Max in a fraction of a second has opened her mouth to the full width and snapped her teeth like a shark, tightening them with the force of a vice on the brunet's finger. The man howled and tried to yank his finger from her murderous grip which only resulted in a horrible, hollow crunch of broken bones followed by another scream of pain. Girl didn't even know she had enough strength to almost bite his finger off, but she was pleased with that. This prick will remember her for a long time. The enraged, whimpering man with the open palm of his healthy hand hit her on the cheek so hard that the girl fell on the floor with the chair to which she was tied. "Oh you little cunt, that was enough!" This time it was the freckled brown haired girl who regretted her decision, because Jefferson swung and kicked her with all his strength in the stomach, making her groan woefully as the force of the blow squeezed all the air out of her lungs and poured a dull, piercing pain down her spine. For the next few seconds only rhythmic sounds spreading through the bunker were sounds of kicks and immediately following, piercing moans. He beat her until she was completely silent due to lack of strength and slow loss of consciousness. It was hurting so much… Fuck, she had never felt such excruciating, mind-numbing pain in her whole life. But she had to endure, for Chloe, otherwise everything she'd been through the past week would be lost. Max could not let it happen. She gritted her teeth and after a while she snorted on the gray concrete tiles with foamy, containing fresh blood saliva, choking mercilessly she could barely breathe." Max, you know me I'm an artist not a brute. You made me do it, it was your fault. Apologize to me nicely, be a good girl."
"Go fuck yourself." She had the strength to say just a few words, so it had to be emphatic and reflecting her dislike for that psycho. Mark just shook his head irritably, adjusted the slightly tilted glasses and wrapped a cloth around his broken, bleeding finger.
"Think about it, you don't want me to lock you up in my darkroom and go looking for that blue junkie myself." At this point, the teenager's heart contracted painfully and with the effort it beats faster. How dare he? That fucking perv wanted to get his dirty, filthy, pedophile hands on her Chloe. The man noticed that his words worked, because the indifferent, sore girl frowned menacingly on her face and grinned at him like a wounded, trapped animal with teeth covered in its own blood." My only plan was to shoot her quickly, painlessly as an act of grace and a bow to my favourite student. But you've been very, very rude, Max. And she will pay for your mistakes with pain you cannot imagine."
"Leave her! Just touch her and I'll kill you!" For the first time she felt a darkness and a hatred so great that if now someone handed her the hated pistol, she would be able to shoot him right between the eyes. She was terrified of her dark idea, she hated conflicts, violence and revenge, but this guy aroused in her the worst, primitive desires and fury so much that she did not recognize herself. One thing was certain, if she could kill him now, the man would have been lying in a pool of his own blood long ago.
"Oh, a tender point. Does she even know you have a crush on her?" An ironic, full of contempt and triumph smirk crawled at his terrible face, contorted with an imperious grimace, the brown haired girl only growled internally feeling as if someone had stuck a thousand needles into her heart." Nerdy dyke and fucking junky, it has no future, Maxine, you can get more than such a loser. Come on, apologize nicely, then I won't be angry for you biting me ..." The girl just spat out blood, glaring at him fiercely." And I won't smash her empty head against concrete. It's a fair enough proposition."
"It's me you want, not her. Leave Chloe alone!" The man walked up to her slowly and nudged her with his foot so that he twisted her onto her back. Mark looked straight into her bloodshot eyes full of the most sincere hatred. He smirked and twirled his raised hand in a telling, urgent gesture." I'm sorry I bit you." Max practically hissed through clenched teeth in anger, giving him a deadly, disgusted look but he only coughed deafly and lifted her to a seating position.
"I knew you are such a good girl. I didn't want to give you any more drugs, I prefer my models to be alive and conscious to the end."
"I'll meet you in hell, bastard." She hissed in a soft, envious, emotionless whisper, looking at him with the pinning gaze of her misty, angry eyes. Black, bottomless discharges slid over the shimmering turquoise irises, the embodiment of the rage that burned in her little heart.
"You can't get out of here. You are alive because I let you!"
"I would rather die than beg, you piece of shit." The freckled, blood-drenched brown haired girl chuckled nervously, venting the growing fury that spilled murderous tongues of fire all over her mind, incinerating everything leaving only gray, greasy dust behind. The excruciating pain piercing the skull flooded the head of the girl overwhelmed with rage, she had no idea what was going on, but she had no other choice just to surrender to this terrible, yet cleansing feeling. The feeling of having power over the entire universe. Suddenly the entire bunker was engulfed in a living, feathery, hot darkness, a fountain of red, metallic-tasting blood burst from the teenager's nose. And then there was only nothingness. And the pain. Oh, fuck, what a great, almost unbearable, sickening pain it was. Shit, here we go again.
Author's Note:
Hello everyone and thank you for reading next chapter. The previous one was just a little teaser also I was practicing with all of settings, that's why it was quite short. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistakes, I am trying my best. If you want to know Max's dark adventures in alternative realities, the development of her character, the trauma she has to face and find out if she will finally be able to return to her timeline please follow the story! I don't like too long summaries so na koń I do przodu, zaczynajmy.