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Is anyone going to save me?
Okay. Suze, calm down. You can deal with this. Take a deep breath. In, out, in, o—oh, screw this. I was dead meat, and I knew it. I glanced towards the area I had woken up in and, to my surprise, saw that a single large panel of ground was at a slightly higher level than the rest of the ground. Perhaps standing on it would lift me back up into the corridor? I filed this discovery away for possible later use, then turned back to Paul and the ghosts.
How the hell had he gotten so many of them, anyway? As far as I knew, all ghosts still retained a mind of their own, so why would they be staying cramped together, apparently under the control of Paul?
…Why weren't they resisting?
Paul barked out an order to the huge mass of ghosts, and in one synchronized motion they turned towards me and stared me down. I felt so lost and forlorn as I gazed back into their eyes, unable to look away. They were so blank, so devoid of all emotion, as if someone or something had stolen away the faint glow of their very last essence of life, the only proof of their sad existence after death.
As if they had no say in their actions, their future. Like zombies come to life…
I shuddered. Paul turned towards me and smirked maliciously. Evil energy crackled in the air and I felt suffocated, weighed down with fear and apprehension as he advanced upon me. The ghosts moved silently in coordinated groups to their posts and stood there, mute guards acting as a prevention of my escape. The panel of uplifted ground was almost completely surrounded, and though it was now obvious where the escape route lay, there was no way I could get past all of them. I hung my head in dejection.
Oh, Jesse… Why did you have to go?
Now I'm stuck in this horrific place, and my life, in all possibility, is at its very end…
I stumbled to my feet when Paul snatched my arm up, practically dragging me across the floor and through the towering doorway. We passed through yet another tall, majestic arch, which stretched so high it seemed to reach the heavens. Only in this place, so deep underground, it might as well have been reaching up to Hell…
A golden door swung open as we neared it and Paul moved through, lugging me along. It crashed shut with a slam, a finality of the agony I might soon go through. The sound echoed aimlessly about the walls of the large room we were now in, finally fading away into its dim corners.
The room was identical in size, shape, color and design to the original white-and-gold one, but with one striking difference. Blood was smeared across three out of four walls, the dark red staining its surface to form a terrible shade of black. But worse was the flaming scarlet splatters that turned the floor into a ghastly pattern of red and gold. The horrifying sight left a stark impression on my fast-despairing self, and I found my brain going into overtime once more, churning out grisly images of gruesome, mutilated, naked and bloody bodies lying on the ground at strange angles.
I was thrown onto the king-sized bed, and Paul proceeded to slip his white polo over his head, giving me a full view of his hard abs and tanned chest. The candles in the large chandelier overhead winked at me, flickering very slightly, and I squinted against their bright glow.
Even as Paul unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, not even bothering to try and figure a way out. I felt so hopeless, and the future looked bleak indeed…
The bed creaked with the extra weight as Paul, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, loomed over me. His towering body made for an imposing figure, and as I lay vulnerable on the bed, he moved so his body covered mine. Acting on instinct, I attempted to squirm away, to no avail. His right hand resting on my left arm, he tilted his head and whispered right into my ear, his breath warm against my cheek.
"Suze, Suze, Suze… How many times have I told you, no one escapes from me? Especially not sexy females who are secretly in love with me…"
He trailed a finger lightly down the side of my breast, my waist, my hip… Eyes glittering hard with lust and desire, his voice was hoarse as he murmured my name. I hit at him futilely with my fists, trying to stop the terror rising in me before it was too late, before it became an uncontrollable wave of panic and turned my brain into a useless lump of gray matter. But my efforts, both physical and mental, were useless…
Paul's POV
Suze's fists pounded weakly against my chest, but with her strength sapped from the small drug dose I'd given her, she was no match for me. She had no idea how much I'd yearned for her all these years. I'd never forgotten her, merely put on a façade for her benefit. But after all that time of pretence, even one with an iron-strong will can break.
And I had. Broken I mean.
After all this time, she still looked as beautiful as she had before, perhaps even more, impossible as that might sound. Her jeans and shirt clung to her womanly curves, emphasizing her beauty and wondrous body… The perfect match for myself. A union of two gorgeous people.
No, I'm not being egoistical. That's the simple truth. Anyone can see that…
But she'd refused me, chosen instead de Bastardo over me. All this time, I'd let out my anger and frustration out by sleeping with women, then dumping them. What an adrenaline rush it gave me whenever they pleaded with me to stay with them! Complying, then murdering them… gratifying, but, oh, I'd never been fully satisfied.
But not tonight.
Tonight I would go full out… and get paid all that was due to me.
Lowering my head, I crushed her mouth with mine, using my tongue to part her lips forcefully. My palms held her head still when she would have turned away, and a jolt of electricity went through my body when the tips of our tongues touched.
When I finally pulled away, breathing raggedly, it was only to drag her shirt up over her head. She tried to resist and failed, miserably. I fingered her black lace bra in hot anticipation, my hands running like wildfire across her smooth, unblemished skin. Then desire overcame me again and in one swift motion, I ripped the black material off. My lips met hers as my hand came up to cup her left breast. Oh, what ecstasy this was! To finally have the silk-like skin of her soft person under me, for me to touch and lick at my every whim…
Suze slapped my hand away, effectively jerking me out of my reverie. Heaving myself off her, I cupped her chin, tilting her head so it was angled towards my face.
"Don't resist me, Suze. You'll enjoy this, I promise…"
She was breathless from my hard kissing, her lips pink and swollen. My gaze wandered down to her chest. It was a beauty in its own right… And for the millionth time in these past few years, I wondered.
When had she so captivated me? When was it that I had become so infatuated that nothing mattered anymore… except taking her?
Sometimes I hated her, hated myself, for letting her do this to me, for allowing her such control over my heart. Yet other times… it was the perfect excuse.
I bent my head down and drew the dark tip of her breast into my mouth, suckling long and hard, rejoicing in her sweet taste, not caring at that moment if I lived or died. I almost couldn't wait to take her, to strip away her jeans, her underwear and mine. The only remaining barriers that prevented me from mating with her.
But I had to show restraint. Paul, Paul… There'll be plenty of time later for being rough. I smiled evilly. I would promise myself that…
Suze's POV
No, no, this could not be happening…
Paul was going to rape me. That much was obvious, and he was more than ready for it, going by the hardness that was pressing against my tummy. His icy, pale blue eyes gleamed as he moved to straddle me. Hatred, desire, anticipation, lust… All expressed in them. And yet there was more than that.
There was a cold, hardened look about his eyes. The years had simply been fodder, time for him to strengthen himself for this encounter… and lose all compassion. I glanced back at him again. The coldness was still there, ever present…
It pained me. I knew then and there… There would be no escape.
Paul pinned my shoulders against the bedspread. My bare shoulders… He ginned nastily as he moved his mouth to my left nipple, pulling hard. My lips were swollen, my hair tousled. But I couldn't do anything.
So weak…
I was teetering on the edge of a deep pool of cold liquid, where underneath its deceptively calm surface lay a murky swirl of emotions. Anguish, despair, gloom and misery, all churned together.
And I was in danger of falling in…
Then Paul shifted slightly, and I got a glimpse of what was behind him. A gasp and a whisper escaped my lips…
Paul's POV
"Jesse…" Suze murmured. I looked hard at her and snorted. What did she think that man was, superman? No, Suze was all mine, and this time there would be no Jesse to interfere with my plans…
Footsteps behind me. But I'd instructed those mindless ghouls that there were to be no interruptions…
I spun around.
What the fuck…?
A cliffie! …Yeah, I hate 'em too… But I'll update soon, if you all review. The longer, the better! Now GET ON IT!
Love, Adeline