Chapter 14

Game: [ON]

Time froze; my situation now went from bad to worse and the diversion desired turned out to be Mr. Cam and I. Eddie smiled like a kid in the candy store as his hand slipped from mine down to my wrist and yanked me down to the floor; I was the easier target with nowhere to go. Mr. Cam, at the collision, found courage running for the elevator shaft. In the moment he turned the corner, light hit him and I saw his handy tool ower.
"Fuck!"

Was the elevator broken? Running energy transferred into an impact that shook the adjoining wall between the shaft and I. "Let's go darling," Eddie exclaimed dragging my fragile figure along a floor of filth. Broken wood pieces covered in dirt, dust and God knew what else. Possibly even moldy fragments digging into the fabric of my dress, the only layer preventing the chances of encountering splinters. I frantically fought against his grip to get away as my former companion had. Only to hear the disintegration of something. Something metal, like pipes followed by a painful yelp. In a hurry, Eddie continued to pull me like a sack of potatoes to investigate the collision and all that could be heard now – anguished cries and a clutter. We were in front of the elevator night, bright light distorting my eyes which had grown accustomed to the dark; I almost felt nauseated again, my face instinctively ducking behind my imprisoned arms leaving me to rely on hearing.

"OH. OH MY GOD."

Screams. Eddie's antagonization continued.

"You'd rather die…than be with me?"

"Then die."

Said and done. At least my cohort found a diversion.

I felt the gates of the elevator close in front of me as a small gust of wind blew past me. My husband and I were alone again. I sat up against his leg as he lifted my arms like a fish pulled out the barrel. "You know, that speech wasn't necessarily for him my darling." I knew it. He had gone full blown mad. I opened my eyes first to acknowledge his presence and then my lips to respond only to be interrupted by a sudden shift in Eddie's position; I fell over watching his free hand grab onto the gate. "What?!" An insatiable growl escaping as he spoke, "THEN WE CONTINUE." Little to effort, Eddie briskly lifted me over his shoulder and hurried to a nearby gate holding a single key. Clearly he had the entire building figured out and it didn't shock me in the least bit. There was mention in past conversations that he'd been here for some time, certainly a lot longer than me; surely, he knew this building from roof and below.

"You wanted to leave me."

I dared not respond to such a statement; for once, I could not predict his behavior or reaction and I had no honest explanation to give him.

"YOU WANTED TO LEAVE ME?!"

A piercing stab invaded my conscious, leaving a throbbing pain around tendon skyrocketing my body into a fury as I fought against his back. My fist flung onto his back with great intention of inflicting the same amount of pain onto him to no avail. In fact, the sick motherfucker returned the favor to the opposite tendon, this time much further igniting an earsplitting scream as tears gathered behind my clenched eyes. I fell over his shoulder in defeat, quietly sobbing in an almost lifeless slump.

"Don't cry darling. I promised, you're going to be beautiful. But not yet."

I said nothing. Emotions ran high and now I was pissed. From this point on, it was war. Our relationship became the War of the Gluskin's. And both parties played hardball.

I'd worry about my injuries later. Perhaps my dress could rip into a temporary bandage until I sought sterile first aid. "I trust you, darling. Make me the most beautiful woman in the entire Colorado area. Make me unforgettable." At this affirmation, I opened my eyes to a hallway that resembled the office areas back in the women's ward and this must have once stood structured as the men's, destroyed much like the rest of the asylum except at the hands of Eddie – trashed and littered with busted property, walls defaced with random misogynic writings by Eddie. Much to my chagrin.

If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

Large blood splatter on the wall and a wide trail of it on the floor like several bodies were dragged through from the elevator. Except he carried mine in anticipation of taking his sweet time to fulfill those last words, into a room lit by a single light – one bulb over a wooden makeshift operation table where Eddie could idly complete his experiments on an incapacitated victims while awaiting guinea pigs laid restrained on tables in close quarters, at the ready when he was no longer entertained and satisfied with the finished product. A hand crept up under my dress right past my thigh to grab ahold of the right cheek of my butt. Eddie paid particular attention to it before, perhaps even the masculine side of him though psychotic could appreciate the curve and definition. And though disgusted, and angry, I liked it. With no regard to the already soiled white I wore, Eddie tossed me onto a blood-and-body-part mix of gore strewn about a thankfully plain wood table. There was no desire to fight him, no energy to physically counter or verbally. I only watched as a professional bound of rope swiftly found my wrists first and equally quick my wounded ankles, leaving me again in the spread eagle, the curly mess of my hair settling uncomfortably over a bath of brain, skin and God only knew what else marinated in warm plasma. But in Eddie's eyes, this was probably the most perfect platform. Once he finished, our eyes met once more. "Wait for me, darling," Eddie grinned and without another word, he exhaled a content sigh as he passionately stroke my cheek before taking off in an immense hurry.

My eyes scaled the room as I took in every sense: the pungent funk of rotting dismembered corpses, with random limbs left carelessly on the floor leaving no room to maneuver with ease in case I did get loose; the corners of the room or what I assumed were corners darkened with no hint as to what resided in the vague obscurity. There was no one else here but surely, that would soon change and I weighed options.

A. Sit here and contemplate untimely doom

or

B. Take a temporary nap

I think the choice is obvious.

A metal object dragging against the floorboards startled me out a deep rest that was probably only lasted 10 minutes but it felt like 30. An emotional duo - the promise of torture and death working in tandem with the power nap - gave my body the impression of rejuvenation and as another tiresome encounter in the making, I watched my surroundings with diligent concentration. And Eddie's voice picked up through a vent somewhere overhead, offering sympathy in pseudo-honest sentiments. I tuned in to the conversation, picking up what I could through these damned screams of metal to sense if the body being brought in was still alive as I or the prepped remains of what lain underneath me. The moment I sensed movement, I shut my eyes; as far as he knew, I fell asleep. At least it'd force him to rethink approach. A grunt of effort prompt a peek, watching as he pushed an asylum-issued locked likely to belong to a guard who marched these halls and rooms with abusive authority taking advantage of patients, bullying them into mental breakdowns on top of the psychological damage already suffered at the hands of silly scientists with maniacal ambitions. No thought in my actions I attempted to take an ill-advised deep inhale only for my nose to flood with a cocktail of odor and had I'd eaten in the last few hours, vomiting wasn't out of question as a violent gag reflex tensed my esophagus propelling my head to the other (and conveniently darker) side of the wooden slab.

"I'm sure you're as eager as I," Eddie carried on giving the impression he had not heard my repulsion. "But try to enjoy the anticipation." As much as I wanted to look, I knew I ought not – listening was now my only option.

A hiss of a spray can or bottle of some sort.

A man coughing, almost into a fit.

After some time, they die down and then there's nothing. I can't even hear Eddie's movements but now light evaded me and I wondered if my fellow prisoner and I were alone in the dark. Keenly, I opened the eye closest to the carnage to notice the bulb light still shining on the wall nearest my feet. Then all senses kicked in. A warmth fell over my body, that feeling you get when you can feel someone near. Then my ears picked up something, breathing right over me and I knew the only thing probably saving me was pretending to be unconscious. Then a touch, his hand running over my shoulder and up my arm, fingertips now grazing the palm of my hand.

"We have all night, darling." His hand moved back down to my face, stroking it effectually before the tips applied pressure to my jawbone, forcing my head towards the light. I wanted to chuckle at the irony in the physical irony but instead, I quickly shut my left eye to focus on maintaining a dreamy state. As if he detected my (what I thought near-perfect) stunt, the pressure on my mandible intensified. The pain resolved and physically, I couldn't pretend I felt nothing – Eddie's thumb and forefinger had no problem finding the pressure point and surely he got off on it, quiet but obvious grunts of stimulation the more the pain registered in my face. And worst of all, there was nothing I could do to stop this and there was nothing I wanted to do to stop it; the harder I tried to resist and present a stone face front, the harder he pressed dragging the absolute worst out of me. Resistance – no longer. A subtle "aah" exposed my true awareness. "You little minx," Eddie gleefully hissed as my eyes finally opened to counter his jeer with a lack of amusement, the caper now revealed. And from his confidence, I'm sure he knew the entire time; my stunt only bought minimal yet strangely pleasurable time. Possibly last….No, I couldn't think like that. But even if I wanted to respond, Eddie held my jaw a notch past tight. "I forgot you like this. You unfaithful waste of a slut."

I grinned on the surface but inside raged a level of distemper exceeding the prior throwing my head from his grasp.

"And you FUCKING like it."

His other hand locked on my neck. "WATCH YOUR MOUTH."
"FUCK YOU." I began to wonder if Locker Boy was enjoying the show but I failed to care about an audience.
His grip tightened, finally shutting down my ability to breathe. My brain filled with pressure as blood flooded my features. A gagged plea later, I coughed desperately seeking oxygen only to further indulge in that damned rotten scent. I gagged again much harder, my head tossing to the opposite side in an attempt to regain control and Eddie suddenly gleamed again.

"Ah, I see. It was you, then."

I managed a "Wha –" before another coughing fit struck yet again. Damn asthma.

"Yes," he continued; my answers, it seems, were not required. "It was you."

cough. cough.

"I thought I heard something before but I wasn't sure."

hmpmf, cough.

"You see darling, gagging is very – "

cough

" –unladylike."

"I don't believe a woman should portray such behavior. And you seem to have a terrible habit of doing it." One hand moved to his belt buckle, the other holding my neck moved back up to my jawline again. "So again, you have all night to correct yourself. I can assure you, we won't be disturbed." He spoke giving impression he was providing me with options. However, to my relief, the coughing ceased and I could finally reassess priorities, sort emotions and clear my head. Until I took notice of the table's height – positioned perfectly at the height of his pelvis, where I was met by Eddie's erection. Pressure pressed again at the point where the jawbone and ears met resulting in a moderate discomfort but the sight before me stirred a body blood rush promoting arousal from the pain. I wouldn't fight it any longer. I turned my head only a bit kissing along the skin between his finger and thumb, teasing him with a light nip once I focused complete attention on frost cold eyes, bloodshot but engaged in my every move. It became a trance, one I fell victim to as I didn't realize his slacks were undone sliding only halfway probably to keep it free from stain; his erection accustomed to the position, immediately planted on my tongue after a slow entrance.

"Chloe darling," Eddie moaned running his hand through bloody strands of hair. The gentle caressing was however short lived as it one single stroke reversed to a grip and I groaned against his mouth, my arm bouncing up to stop his pelvis from pushing in any farther only to be reminded of my imprisonment once again.

"Don't gag."

It was a trap. But I could not deny a trifling excitement, watching him move in and out of my mouth, heavy pressure applied to my head as he refined his rhythm alternating between slow and fast tickles in my throat. Spit and slobber spilled from the side as my eyes watered indicating the effort I was giving, breathing through my nose which unfortunately forced me to suck that despising stink further challenging my gag reflex. A forced glimpse up revealed my captor observing every reaction my body gave: every tear, every drip of spittle, even the vein or two bulging from my neck; essentially, the man bore into my soul savoring the helplessness in its mirrors as my throat tightened up.

"DON'T."

I felt like I wanted to scream attempting to catch air through my mouth as he pulled out. But he made sure it wasn't easy and the next contact triggered a small but apparent gag.

Fuck.

"You filthy fucking whore," Eddie sneered sliding his hand down to my neck in a sudden strangle, "You lack direction but we can change that." My mouth opened to scream but a tighter grasp ensured I'd make no sound, not even a gag. A knife came into view and this time, my intuition told me to make no mistake and brace the upcoming assault.
First, my stomach. I thought he would go with the custom start at the top of my sternum and luckily, he attained amusement making cuts into my stomach. He wanted me to scream, to cry and beg him for everything pertaining to my mortality. But fuck that. I'd give in to making faces and gripping onto my binds with deadly strength that might've even shattered his vertebrae with great concentration if given the opportunity bur he wouldn't get the ultimate satisfaction – my greatest motivation.

Yet my silence only seemed to intrigue him further, a refreshed and competent erection at full attention. "Oh darling...," Eddie purred, a toothy widened grin extending as he became lost in imagination before reaching out for my neck again as his tip settled once again in my throat. Closing my eyes, I continued to tell myself what was at stake and if I wanted to preserve it, I must not gag. For fuck's sake I better not. However, the feeling crept up and once again, mind and matter locked in a battle. The smell. The additional pressure. My body tensed from crown to tip as it all built up and defeated, a premature mental ass kicking began. Until it was swiftly removed as quickly as it had engaged. Several tears fled from my eyes once exposed, watching to anticipate his next course of action. His knife drew again. "You've earned this."

Earned…?

A deeper cut sliced into my belly, one that actually yield sharp and piercing screams. And it didn't stop as before. It just continued, time passed and pain incessantly impaired my intention to keep from screaming. This went on for what seemed forever until he stood back admiring his handiwork. My midsection numbed but I most certainly felt the blood running down my sides in tandem with tears. Pained, I leaned up to see what was done, my eyes widening in pure shock at the red marks.

eddie

Etched into my skin like a kid carving a memory into a tree. "Yes, for forever darling. It's a shame I'm without ink." Now he was being ridiculous and unfortunately, my last straw was pulled. I wanted out.

"Eddie, let me fucking go."

A frown now. "You want to leave?"

"LOOK AT ME," I plead through sobs.

"Don't cry. You're so beautiful darling." Apparently the reaction was opposite the one he expected and disappointment couldn't be cloaked, not even in near darkness. I knew what would follow unless I did serious damage control.

"Eddie…"

"NO." The roar actually instilled fear. His patience with me was running out, as evident by recent events, and I hurriedly searched for some sort of distraction.

"Eddie, please. Come closer. I just want to show you my appreciation."

He hesitated. "Not after last time."

"Don't let me go. Just come closer." The key element of my plan lain in front of me the entire time, unattended and wilting away from the lack of stimulation and arousal. "Please." One last plead.

It worked.

Eddie took his few steps forward and fighting back a look of concern, I opened my mouth without another word. Convinced, Eddie obliged my awaiting orifice with a softened phallus – my preference. I sustained arousal from personally delivering pleasure, the feeling of him hardening over my tongue. Once he was fully inflamed, a genuine grin flourished from my lips, using them to tease the tip then taking him completely in withholding any reflex as his hips picked up the previous rhythm with newfound success.

Eddie paced over to my feet untying one at a time to retie so that my knees bent, feet flat on the bloody table. My dress now hiked up and his pants completely removed, Eddie mounted in between my legs sliding in at instant contact.
I exhaled deeply as my abs contracted tempting the sore results of the new scars. The sensation of each stroke overrode each uncomfortable instance, Eddie meeting the right spot every time. My body tensed again, the muscles below clenching uncontrollably. The orgasm erupted without warning, producing tingles and a consistent twitching as I kept my hips up in pace with his.
"I knew you'd like it, darling," he hissed mid-moan as one hand moved behind my hip adjacent from it, something he'd done previously to indicate how close he was. I assumed the position: lying back flat ready to turn my head and receive his seed orally as before. But his strokes and grip intensified, ultimately slamming my entire body onto the table once his orgasm flowed, slow strokes as he twitched inside me. That same hand on my hip slipped up my body with gentle ease and secured my neck, fingers wiping away the blood and sweat that gathered.

"Eddie?"

"Hm?"

"Who's in the locker?"

"That would be the gentleman you became familiar with earlier." A slow chuckle escaped as he pulled himself off of me to dress. I had no more questions but that didn't cease Eddie from further explanation. He lowered my dress, adjusted his bow tie and leaned his face over mine, caressing my curls then grabbing a handful in a harrowing bind. "You two are going nowhere."

Author's note:
I've finally moved to the west so the craziness of July has passed. :) Also , smut has been in heavy demand. So i hope this chapter was good enough for the uncoming scenes. xoxo

- FLCN