Chapter 9:
Jill didn't go for it. Didn't go for it, go for it. But she waited for him to pull up his mask and for him to lean in. It's what a psycho like him would do, wouldn't it? He just loves to take control, and make her feel horrible about herself. But he waited for her to do something. She looked at him and he looked at her.
There was this awkward moment.
Jill sensed something about him. The way he looked at her. The way he sat there. He waited, sitting there, she knew what he wanted her to do.
She narrowed her eyes. He wanted her to lead the whole thing! Jill's stomach gurgled in disgust!
He didn't! Did he?
From his body language, she guessed so.
So Jill came close to him and pulled up his mask. His hands didn't do anything to stop her. He just sat there, stiff as a statue.
It's just what he wanted, and he was willing to be patient. Jill leaned in and sat on her knees a little. Her head shook, trembling in fear. Her eyes, watery.
She couldn't believe she was doing this.
Going up to him on her own free will and kissing a pyschopath. Was this his plan? Make her feel like she was doing dirty work?
At her fingertips she could feel the small hairs on his chin. Her bottom lip was trembling, and a drop of blood left her chin.
The blood ran down, staining her shirt, feeling hot and wet.
She gulped. There was little hairs on his cheeks and his jaw line. It was a rather muscular jaw line.
His lips were revealed, strong and waiting for her. His breathe on her fingers. Jill didn't know what exactly to do at the moment, but she leaned in, and she paused for a minute.
Don't make this happen! Please, god, make it stop!
"Shy?" he asked.
Jill's tears rolled down. The shame.
Their noses touched, but the pause was still there. Jill's body trembled, and her muscles tensed up, and she whimpered.
Jill closed her eyes as tightly as she coud, and she kissed him.
After the split second her lips touched his, he responded deeply.
That's when he began to take control, just as any psycho would. His big hands held her face closer to his and he kissed her deeper. His hands went wild.
Trying to grab anything that would pull her closer, kissing her, never letting her off him.
Jill for a few short seconds, screamed into his mouth, hitting him on the shoulders. But this made him even more anxious, as he groaned into her mouth. Getting more and more powerful, moaning and shaking.
Her taste. Oh god, her taste. He quivered all over, wrapping his hands all over her hair. He was running out of breathe!
He grabbed her shoulders and held her close. His tongue demanded an entrance. He leaned in, using muscle and lust. She turned her head however.
"Good. Very good," he smiled and put down his mask. He was catching his breathe.
For awhile, he looked at her. Her chest heaving up and down, and her shirt was lifted up a bit, he must've not noticed his hand going over her ribcage. Her hair was a beautiful mess, and she kept wipig her mouth. Her shirt was wrinkled, and he could see her bra. He resisted anything further than that.
He got up from the bed and took the bowl of soup. He threw the blanket at her and turned around.
"The blanket. Your reward. See? I'm a man of my word…"
Jill grabbed the blanket and covered herself in it. Holding her hands up to her chest. She wiped her lips and cried some more.
"And your dinner…"
He put the beef stew down. He walked behind the curtain, up the stairs, and once again, the lightbulb went out.
