Greetings friends! Once again my humble apologies for the slowness in my updating, but my computer monitor is on the fritz and I haven't gotten around to replacing it yet. I believe the cooling fan is going out, as it shuts down for about a minute out of every 5, which gets really annoying when you are trying to read/write.
As usual, anything you recognize from the book or movie versions of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory is not owned by me---the only thing I claim is the original characters I create and the plot line, and I am receiving no monetary compensation for the publication of this story.
Speaking of the story, this chapter contains fluff, descriptions of an attempted sexual assault, and a bit of gore towards the end, so be warned! That being said, lets get back to it, shall we?
Chapter 8: Sweet Kisses and Death Wishes
Sarah had read about mind blowing kisses in the romance novels she used to sneak from her mother's room, but nothing she read could come close to describing what it was like to experience one first hand…..
For one thing, from the moment Willy invaded her personal space, no one else seemed to exist; all she could focus on was him and the magic she saw dancing in his eyes. Once his lips captured hers, time ceased to exist as well. Her involuntary gasp of surprise and protest became a sigh of welcome as her eyes drifted shut and she lost herself in the sensation.
Gods….how to describe the sensation of being kissed by Willy Wonka. If she started writing at that moment, she could write until she was lying on her deathbed and still not fully depict the euphoria of that moment. His lips when they first made contact with hers were cool, but quickly warmed as she accepted then returned the sensual gesture. Her hands slipped up and rested on the lapels of his velvet dress coat as she leaned into him.
Feeling Sarah relax against him, Willy deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth hungrily as one hand slipped from her cheek and slipped down to caress and cradle the back of her neck. To say Willy's kiss was sweet was like saying Mt. Kilamenjaro was a big hill; a massive understatement. He tasted of butterscotch, rich and decadent, and when she inhaled Sarah recognized the fragrant scents of chocolate, caramel, and peanuts which seemed to emanate from his clothing. (((Damn…I feel like I'm sinking into a man size Snicker's bar…)))The hunger in his kiss awoke a similar hunger from deep inside her, and she could feel her body thrumming with a strange new sensation that made her weak in the knees.
As the saying goes however, all good things must eventually come to an end. After what seemed like an eternity, Willy slowly and gently disengaged, leaning back to look at the woman in his embrace. For a moment Sarah stood there with her eyes closed, still slightly swaying, completely lost in the moment. Then she slowly opened her eyes, blinking rapidly and stared at the man who still held her face with one hand as if trying to remember what she was doing in the middle of the dance floor with him surrounded by clapping party-goers. With a gasp, she released her death grip on his coat lapels as her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. The opening notes of a new song, a slow dance favorite, began pouring out of the rooms hidden speakers.
"Why did you..." But before she could finish her question, his glove covered fingers moved to press gently over her lips in a silencing motion. "Shhhhhhh!" he whispered, lowering his head to gaze at her over his glasses, his eyes revealing amusement as well as barely banked flames of desire. "Dance with me."
Before she could protest, he slipped one arm around her waist and laced the fingers of his other hand through hers as the beginning vocals of "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin swept over the crowd. His eyes never left hers as he guided her steps in the hypnotic ambiance of the dance floor, lit only by the magnificent lights of the crystal disco ball above their heads. After a few minutes it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her to lean her cheek against his chest; he in turn pulled their clasped hands closer to them and rested his chin on her head as they swayed together. The song was nearing its end when he finally broke the silence between them.
"Sarah?" Willy's breath was warm in her ear as he leaned down to speak, his husky voice pulling her back to reality.
"Hmmmm?" Sarah didn't raise her head or open her eyes, but instead inhaled deeply, memorizing his delicious scent and tucking the memory away for safekeeping.
"There's a question I've been wanting to ask you ever since you walked in this evening."
That combination of words made her snap back to reality, and she raised her head to meet his gaze. Her heart gave a little lurch when she saw the serious yet curious expression on his face"You have my undivided attention."
Willy cleared his throat a little nervously and suddenly a thought ran through her head. . Oh my God, I think this man may be about to ask me out on a date!
"When you said during your winning ticket interview that my chocolate came in a close second place to sex, was that comment based on personal experience or merely speculation?"
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Willy Wonka had heard of something called a conniption fit but had never witnessed such a thing first hand. One moment he had been dancing with an angel, the next had found him flying backwards, scrambling to prevent his black top hat from hitting the floor as he watched her swift retreat from the dance floor.
"Must have been something I said, ..eh-heh." He commented matter-of-factly to the guests watching the scene with raised eyebrows. He replaced his hat and tipped it to a rakish angle before smoothing his velvet sleeves and adjusting his gloves, a feral gleam in his eyes as a wide grin crossed his face as he spoke to no one in particular.
"Y'know, I think she kinda likes me!"
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"Of all the boorish, rude, egotistical…ooooh, the nerve of that man! How dare he ask me such a question!"((( And ruin the probably only perfect romantic moment of my life to boot!)))
Other party-goers quickly moved out of the way as she hurried past them muttering aloud, following the discreet signs directing guests to the powder rooms. After fighting her wide skirts into a stall to take care of business, she took a few moments to examine herself in the large mirror above the elegant pedestal sink. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears of fury, her face was flushed and her lips were still swollen from his mind-boggling kiss. Pulling a tissue from a conveniently placed box, she quickly blotted away the tears that were threatening to fall and ruin her mascara. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she spoke to her reflection brusquely. "Get ahold of yourself, Shawe. What were you expecting, a declaration of love at first sight? All he did was kiss you, after all. You'll be going home in a few hours and he'll forget all about you.." (((But I won't forget about him…not ever!)))
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted the bodice of her fantasy gown and made a few minute adjustments to her hair before turning away. (((Maybe it would be best if I said good night to Charlie and left before I make an even bigger fool of myself this evening…)))
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The watcher had nearly howled aloud with delight when he saw his angel shove the candy maker away from her precious self. Aaahh, she truly resembles a goddess in her fury…he sighed with admiration and unrestrained lust as he watched her flee the dance floor. Tightening his mask, he pulled his cape tighter around himself as he followed the object of his desire, sticking to the shadows as he waited for just the right opportunity to strike….any moment now…..
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Sarah nodded politely and plastered a falsely bright smile on her face as the restroom was invaded by several other guests as she was leaving. Moving down the long alcove flanked hallway, she was once again struck at how vast the factory was. There were endless-looking corridors lined with doors on each side of the walkway in either direction. Strolling slowly back towards the ballroom, she paused momentarily just beyond the pillar flanked entry, wondering which direction she should go in to try and find the cloakroom. That short hesitation was all that her stalker needed to make his move.
In an instant Sarah was jerked off balance as a hand wrapped around her arms and waist while another clapped itself firmly over her mouth and nose. The gloved hand muffled her shriek of outrage as she was pulled into the darkened alcove and into one of the endless hallways. His grip held her upper body immobile, but that didn't stop her from twisting and lashing out with her legs. Unfortunately, her voluminous gown prevented her from making contact; the only thing she managed to do was kick off one of her sequined satin slippers.
Her attacker hadn't loosened his grip over her face, and her struggles slowed as her lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen. Just as the blackness started closing in, he released her nose and she was able to suck in some much needed air. That air was swiftly knocked out of her as she was slammed up against a wall and her skirts tossed up over her head. She immediately began to fight even harder, and her renewed struggles earned her a vicious backhand. She felt cold metal against her skin and the sound of nylon ripping, and realized that he was slicing away her awkward hoop skirt.
Sliding the petticoat down to the floor, her attacker whispered to her as he ran his hands down the backs of her trembling thighs. "It wasn't very nice of you to brush me off like you did, Angel. I call you angel because that's what you looked like when you came down those steps earlier, so innocent looking. But then I saw you dancing and when you sang, I knew that you were a fallen angel sent here just to tempt me. I knew right then that I had to have you, and after I do I'm gonna make sure no one else ever has you…you're mine, Angel, mine alone."
The hand slid from over her mouth down around her throat where it tightened, cutting off the beginning of a scream as he pressed her to the wall, his other hand leaving her leg and gliding upward toward her lacy briefs. Her hands, which had been feebly scrabbling at the hand at her throat, clawed blindly for his eyes while her knee sought out his groin. Her assailant outweighed her by at least 100lbs or more, and while her knee making contact caused him to grunt with pain, his face had been well protected by his mask. Angry now, he slammed her once again against the wall, her head striking it so hard that she saw stars.
"So you wanna play rough, Angel? I like to play rough too….lets say we go somewhere a little more private and I'll show you just how rough I can be." With that, he crouched down and wrapping an arm around the back of her legs he tossed her over one shoulder and rose, checking for unlocked doors on each side of the hallway, a dazed and moaning Sarah dangling limply down his back as she prayed silently for intervention.
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Willy kept one eye on the doorway that Sarah had disappeared through when she fled the ball room, but wasn't too concerned when she failed to return right away. He realized that the abruptness of his question had provoked her temper, and that she was probably sulking….after all, that's what he himself did when he got into a snit, although that occurrence didn't happen very often.
Ordinarily, Willy wasn't much of a drinker, though he did enjoy his own blackberry brandy swizzle sticks on occasion, but since it would be rude to indulge without offering any to his guests he settled for a glass of champagne instead. Looking at his watch as he scanned the dance floor for a particular lady in white, he suddenly felt a jolt of warning run down his spine and his extraordinary instincts told him that something was just not right. Setting his glass down on a nearby table, he moved towards the hallway leading to the restrooms.
Standing just inside the columns, he focused his mind and inhaled deeply, separating the various odors that flooded his olfactory senses. Estee Lauder, White Diamonds, Patchouli, Black Suede, marijuana (ooh, someone's being naughty!), Obsession, aaah…there it was. She had been here recently….he could still smell the lavender-vanilla scent that was uniquely hers, and tied with it was something else….an unusual masculine cologne combined with sweat. Following the scent, he turned to the alcove on the right and spotted something white and glittering…a satin shoe lying on its side, an object that screamed "something wrong here" just by its very being. Stepping into the hall, Willy caught another scent that caused him to growl deep in his throat as the blood in his veins began to pulse with barely suppressed rage.
The scent of feminine fear almost overpowered by testosterone enhanced lust……..
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Sarah's head was spinning from the prolonged rush of blood to her brain by the time the madman found the unlocked office. The small room contained only a single chair and a solitary desk covered with paper trays and invoices, but it was enough. With a sweep of his silk covered arm, the man in the Zorro costume swept the desk clean, preparing the altar where he would sacrifice his angel after he finished taking what he wanted from her.
A sharp cry escaped her lips when she was flung unceremoniously down on the hard surface, striking her already aching head against the cold metal. Not bothering to close the door, her assailant climbed on top of her and straddled her legs, preventing her from rolling away from him. The wicked little knife reappeared in his hands, and he used it to hack away the elaborately sequined and beaded bodice of her fairy tale gown. He chuckled as she thrashed frantically beneath his hands, her gaze locked on the knife as he waved it back and forth before her terrified eyes before tucking it away. . "Not yet, Angel….I'm going to look at and touch and taste all of you before I send you back to God." One gloved hand brushed gently, almost seductively around one exposed bosom before squeezing it cruelly, her yelp of pain cut off by the other hand once again pressing against her throat. His hand released her breast and caught her weakly flailing arms, holding them to one side of her head. "I saw the way you were dancing with that freak after you turned me away….he won't give you what I can, what a slut like you deserves." With that, he lunged down and bit her breast, ignoring her tears and muffled shriek. Neither of them noticed the figure that appeared in the open doorway.
Sarah was half conscious from lack of oxygen and scarcely registered the figure's roar of rage before her stalker was suddenly lifted from her, spouting vile obscenities. Gasping and coughing, she rolled off the desk and hit the chair, knocking it and herself onto the floor. Still dizzy, she managed to climb up on all fours and move around the edge of the desk, where she was met with a sight that would forever be etched in her brain.
The obnoxious Texan who had asked for, no, demanded a dance from her earlier that evening was pressed against the wall of the dimly lit hallway. His arms and legs were thrashing as if he was experiencing some sort of seizure as he dangled there, a few inches above the floor. What was even more amazing was that he was being held there by an enraged Willy Wonka, who was using only one arm to hold up a man who was nearly twice his size. Willy was speaking a foreign language she didn't recognize, but the fury in his voice was unmistakable…she had barely managed to take in this information before the unthinkable happened. Willy moved unbelievably fast, and then the Texan uttered a shriek that died down to a deathly rattle as his lifeblood poured from his ripped out throat onto the marble floor of the hall.
A horrified gasp escaped her lips, and Sarah found herself frozen momentarily as Willy turned his attention toward her, his look of fury replaced by shock and sadness as he took in the terrified expression on her rapidly bruising face and her hopelessly torn gown. Her mind reeled as she took in his elongated canines and red-tinged eyes no longer hidden by the violet lenses, as well as the bloody evidence of his savage deed dripping from his chin.
Willy released the dying man, who slipped to the floor like a twitching marionette whose strings had just been cut, and took a step towards her. His movement spurred her into action, and she scrambled backward, clutching her ruined dress with one hand and putting up a hand as if to ward him off with the other. She backed away, looking around for an avenue of escape, and stumbled over the upended chair when she stepped on her now too long gown. Before she could hit the floor, Willy materialized behind her and caught her in his arms. She uttered a mewl of sheer terror and went stiff as a board as her eyes flew up to meet his for a split second, before going utterly limp as she collapsed into a well deserved faint.