Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Charmed. I'm almost positive it's illegal to do what I'm going to do with these characters...ah well, don't sue. It's only fun and fiction!
AN: Thanks to Anarra, pippergurl, Chub, wAnNaBpIpEr, furypiper, line100, versatilecutie, mletts, and prues-clues for your reviews!!! I love feedback, and y'all all have been wonderful! I love you!!!! *grins*
Starring Piper: Aly, hon', this story would never have made it to ffn without you, so this chapter is yours all the way. I hope you enjoy it! Love ya, sweetie!
Chapter 9
Matt hunched over the handcuffs he was moderating, hurriedly wrapping softer cloth around the harsh metal. Piper needed to be freed of the ropes he had used in the beginning, but he had been too preoccupied with the cleansing process to look that far ahead. Today, though...She had started bleeding pretty heavily from all of the friction between the her skin and the ties. He felt guiltily, and a little foolish, for not thinking about it before the incident. Holding up his newest 'invention', he snapped one of the cuffs over his own wrist, testing the comfort level. He could still feel the hard metal beneath the cushioning, but it was barely noticeable. It would do, for now. He grabbed the pole leaning against the desk he was working at and made his way into the living room.
"Hello, sweetheart," Matt greeted her sullen form, bending to kiss her cheek. Piper stared up at him blankly from her prostrate position on the sofa. With a soft smile, Matt reached down and began undoing the blood-covered knots in the ropes around her wrists. Piper didn't react to the freedom at all. She sat, unmoving, while he finished with her hands and worked on her ankle's bondage.
"You sit tight, honey," he told her, straightening up, "I'm going to get you set up real nicely here. You poor skin can rest a little...Isn't it nice to have those things off?" Matt gestured toward the small pile of rope at his feet. Piper didn't' respond. Sighing, he went to work. He secured the long pole -now equipped with a chain about twelve long attached to its middle- across the top of the room's ceiling. He fastened the end of the handcuffs he'd fixed onto the end of the chain, then turned to smile at his beloved.
"Here you go, Piper," he said graciously, spreading his arms to indicate his handiwork, "Now you can walk anywhere you want in this room!"
Piper did nothing to stop him from putting the other end of those handcuffs on her left wrist, nor did she protest when he kissed her lips lingeringly. She continued to stare, unseeingly, into space. Matt barely noticed her unresponsiveness, he was so wrapped up in his own ingenious.
"Try it out, baby," he commanded her, still smiling. When she didn't move, he grabbed her arm and jerked her along with him, back and forth across the room. Sometimes, the chain would snag against the furniture, but it would be perfect for a little while, until he was certain Piper wouldn't try to escape. He glance at her blank stare and smiled. That would probably a lot sooner than he had ever imagined. God was the master of flawless design!
Piper sagged in relief once he left the room. It was difficult to keep pretending to be so accommodating. Plus, her eyes were burning from not blinking when he looked at her, and she was a little dizzy from all of the movement. For the past four days, he had left her on that couch, unable to get up and walk around. Now, all of a sudden, he wanted her to be active. Nice. She studied her new confinement in dismay. There was no way she was going to be able to get out of the handcuffs unless she somehow made her fist inches smaller. Although, if she could get the covering off of the metal she felt underneath it....
Piper jerked her wrist downward with as much strength as she could muster, but it proved to be to no avail. The metal rod across the ceiling did not move an inch. Sighing in frustration, she began to work at the cloth around her wrist, using her nails for a kind of scissors. The fabric tore after a while, but only slightly. At this rate, she thought to herself irritatedly, she would be finished jsut in time to die of old age. Increasing her efforts, she began to make progress, albeit slowly. Once she go through the first two layers of cloth, she could shred the rest easily.
The metal surfaced, and Piper held her breath hopefully. Making her hand as small as possible, she tried to wriggle it out of its confinement. After moments, her hand slipped free painfully. She rubbed her hand for a second, listening for any sound. She heard nothing and moved stealthily across the room, towards the closest exit. Carefully, she tried the knob. It didn't budge. She turned it with a little more force, and still nothing happened. It was then she finally noticed the combination lock on the latch near the top of the door. She swore under her breath. Biting her lip, she forced back tears and started towards the open doorway a few feet away, determined to find another exit.
She quietly tiptoed into a kitchen, noticing a door that looked promising. Her eyes strayed to the drawers near her hand, and her mind turned to what could be hidden inside. A knife...If she wanted to get revenge for her sisters' deaths, what better way to do so than to kill their murderer? Piper toyed with the idea for a few moments, but she knew she could never kill a mortal, insane or not, without paying with guilt for the rest of her life. Although, she thought scornfully to herself, if you keep standing here, there isn't going to BE a 'rest of your life'. With that, she hurried to the door, reaching out to take hold of the doorknob.
"That was NOT a smart thing to do," Matt said from behind her. Piper twisted the knob, trying desperately to get away. Matt stepped towards her, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair. Piper's heart sank as she realized that the escape she had been so close to achieving was going to fail. The exit was blocked, dangling in front of her but out of her reach entirely.
"Hands off," Piper ordered with all of the anger she could muster. She knew he would punish her for her little excursion, and she trembled inside. However, it was jsut not in her to allow him to see her fear.
Matt brought back his hand and slapped her, then twisted her around. He brought her arm around her back and wrenched it upwards. Piper cried out, in both shock and pain. The sound further angered him, and roughly, he turned her to face him once again. Piper's eyes widened as his fist plummeted towards her face, then squeezed tight, reacting to pain with when it connected with her nose. He was in for blood. Piper tensed, her hand cupped over her bleeding nose, awaiting the next blow.
AN: If any of you read my Grief and Rejection series, I posted an announcement about them, so I hope you will take the time to read it. Thanks.
AN: Thanks to Anarra, pippergurl, Chub, wAnNaBpIpEr, furypiper, line100, versatilecutie, mletts, and prues-clues for your reviews!!! I love feedback, and y'all all have been wonderful! I love you!!!! *grins*
Starring Piper: Aly, hon', this story would never have made it to ffn without you, so this chapter is yours all the way. I hope you enjoy it! Love ya, sweetie!
Chapter 9
Matt hunched over the handcuffs he was moderating, hurriedly wrapping softer cloth around the harsh metal. Piper needed to be freed of the ropes he had used in the beginning, but he had been too preoccupied with the cleansing process to look that far ahead. Today, though...She had started bleeding pretty heavily from all of the friction between the her skin and the ties. He felt guiltily, and a little foolish, for not thinking about it before the incident. Holding up his newest 'invention', he snapped one of the cuffs over his own wrist, testing the comfort level. He could still feel the hard metal beneath the cushioning, but it was barely noticeable. It would do, for now. He grabbed the pole leaning against the desk he was working at and made his way into the living room.
"Hello, sweetheart," Matt greeted her sullen form, bending to kiss her cheek. Piper stared up at him blankly from her prostrate position on the sofa. With a soft smile, Matt reached down and began undoing the blood-covered knots in the ropes around her wrists. Piper didn't react to the freedom at all. She sat, unmoving, while he finished with her hands and worked on her ankle's bondage.
"You sit tight, honey," he told her, straightening up, "I'm going to get you set up real nicely here. You poor skin can rest a little...Isn't it nice to have those things off?" Matt gestured toward the small pile of rope at his feet. Piper didn't' respond. Sighing, he went to work. He secured the long pole -now equipped with a chain about twelve long attached to its middle- across the top of the room's ceiling. He fastened the end of the handcuffs he'd fixed onto the end of the chain, then turned to smile at his beloved.
"Here you go, Piper," he said graciously, spreading his arms to indicate his handiwork, "Now you can walk anywhere you want in this room!"
Piper did nothing to stop him from putting the other end of those handcuffs on her left wrist, nor did she protest when he kissed her lips lingeringly. She continued to stare, unseeingly, into space. Matt barely noticed her unresponsiveness, he was so wrapped up in his own ingenious.
"Try it out, baby," he commanded her, still smiling. When she didn't move, he grabbed her arm and jerked her along with him, back and forth across the room. Sometimes, the chain would snag against the furniture, but it would be perfect for a little while, until he was certain Piper wouldn't try to escape. He glance at her blank stare and smiled. That would probably a lot sooner than he had ever imagined. God was the master of flawless design!
Piper sagged in relief once he left the room. It was difficult to keep pretending to be so accommodating. Plus, her eyes were burning from not blinking when he looked at her, and she was a little dizzy from all of the movement. For the past four days, he had left her on that couch, unable to get up and walk around. Now, all of a sudden, he wanted her to be active. Nice. She studied her new confinement in dismay. There was no way she was going to be able to get out of the handcuffs unless she somehow made her fist inches smaller. Although, if she could get the covering off of the metal she felt underneath it....
Piper jerked her wrist downward with as much strength as she could muster, but it proved to be to no avail. The metal rod across the ceiling did not move an inch. Sighing in frustration, she began to work at the cloth around her wrist, using her nails for a kind of scissors. The fabric tore after a while, but only slightly. At this rate, she thought to herself irritatedly, she would be finished jsut in time to die of old age. Increasing her efforts, she began to make progress, albeit slowly. Once she go through the first two layers of cloth, she could shred the rest easily.
The metal surfaced, and Piper held her breath hopefully. Making her hand as small as possible, she tried to wriggle it out of its confinement. After moments, her hand slipped free painfully. She rubbed her hand for a second, listening for any sound. She heard nothing and moved stealthily across the room, towards the closest exit. Carefully, she tried the knob. It didn't budge. She turned it with a little more force, and still nothing happened. It was then she finally noticed the combination lock on the latch near the top of the door. She swore under her breath. Biting her lip, she forced back tears and started towards the open doorway a few feet away, determined to find another exit.
She quietly tiptoed into a kitchen, noticing a door that looked promising. Her eyes strayed to the drawers near her hand, and her mind turned to what could be hidden inside. A knife...If she wanted to get revenge for her sisters' deaths, what better way to do so than to kill their murderer? Piper toyed with the idea for a few moments, but she knew she could never kill a mortal, insane or not, without paying with guilt for the rest of her life. Although, she thought scornfully to herself, if you keep standing here, there isn't going to BE a 'rest of your life'. With that, she hurried to the door, reaching out to take hold of the doorknob.
"That was NOT a smart thing to do," Matt said from behind her. Piper twisted the knob, trying desperately to get away. Matt stepped towards her, reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair. Piper's heart sank as she realized that the escape she had been so close to achieving was going to fail. The exit was blocked, dangling in front of her but out of her reach entirely.
"Hands off," Piper ordered with all of the anger she could muster. She knew he would punish her for her little excursion, and she trembled inside. However, it was jsut not in her to allow him to see her fear.
Matt brought back his hand and slapped her, then twisted her around. He brought her arm around her back and wrenched it upwards. Piper cried out, in both shock and pain. The sound further angered him, and roughly, he turned her to face him once again. Piper's eyes widened as his fist plummeted towards her face, then squeezed tight, reacting to pain with when it connected with her nose. He was in for blood. Piper tensed, her hand cupped over her bleeding nose, awaiting the next blow.
AN: If any of you read my Grief and Rejection series, I posted an announcement about them, so I hope you will take the time to read it. Thanks.
