Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Before beginning, my writer partner Kenju wanted to say a few words. So here they are!
"Hello loyal readers, this is Kenju, back from the grave as it were lol! Okay so it's been awhile since any updates on this story, and for that we wish to apologize, but real life has been making, well, life difficult again, so it has taken far longer to get this chapter written and edited than we would have liked. Please understand that this story isn't going anywhere, we have dozens of chapters outlined and prepped, and it's just a question of having the time to write them out and edit them that's the problem.
"Additionally, yes this chapter is a little short, and might seem a bit off but there are some reasons for that that hopefully you will understand by the end, and if not, there will be an explanation in the closing AN. Thank you guys so much for your patience and understanding, we hope you enjoy this latest chapter and we look forward to hearing from you!"
Thanks Kenju! Okay, Rufus is back. I don't want to take up too much time but I do have to acknowledge something…I'm the main reason why this chapter too so long to come. Between FINALLY graduating from grad school and FINALLY getting a job in the history field (as a tour guide on the Battleship New Jersey), time has been pretty rare until recently. And even then, I'm still out all day most days of the week. I could say more here but I've kept you from the next chapter for long enough.
Here is the eighteenth chapter of "Unbreakable Red Silken Thread": Chance: Christened on Tuesday
October 28th, 2014 (5:45 AM)
The lucid tendrils of her fitful nightmare were pried from her heart and mind as Gwen fidgeted in her sleep. It was a hard fight, clawing at her core, but she managed to win and return to the waking world. Her eyes shooting open, she instantly sat up on the uncomfortable pullout, her chest heaving as her lungs filled and emptied with gasps and pants, feeling as though she were being crushed under a lead weight while sweat glistened on her ghostly white skin giving it an almost ethereal glow. The springs barely covered by the thin fabric groaned lightly under the sudden shift of her weight as she ran one hand over her face then through her sweat filled mess of hair.
After taking a few seconds to manically obverse her unfamiliar surroundings, she found herself almost thankful that it was in the spare bedroom of Heather and Cody's dorm.
Almost.
With relief flooding her chest no longer under imprisoned by the crushing grip of abject terror, she allowed herself to fall back, her head landing onto the pillow and sheet-covered springs. With a weak groan the Goth stared up at the ceiling, noting its remarkable lack of features as she tried to piece together the fraying fragments of her nightmare into a coherent narrative.
This however proved to be a difficult task, like chasing a phantom fawn through a thick forest, as the forest itself was becoming a phantasm, dissolving like clumps of flour in water. Her slowly awakening mind was wiping away the wispy remains that resisted being erased even as she struggled to hold them fast.
She wasn't able to remember much. She remembered being cold, wet, afraid, and running, but why, where and from what were empty voids. The only other thing she could recall from the dreamscape, as it faded into nothingness was the distinctive howling of wolves, but nothing more specific. Calming her breathing and collecting herself, Dawn's words from the previous day flittered across her mind.
"You need to stop running from the wolves! They don't mean you any harm!"
In her hazy early morning state, Gwen wondered if those were the wolves the Moonchild had been referring to, before instantly dismissing the idea, citing to herself that there was no way that the blonde could know about her nightmares, the images that had been plaguing her the scant few nights she slept alone the last few years.
The image of a growling wolf flashed across her mind, snow white fur just barely illuminated in the pale moonlight and piercing green eyes with its fangs barred. Gwen shuddered at the image and couldn't help but wonder, 'How the fucking hell am I NOT suppose to be afraid of that!? I mean, I'm awake and I can still almost feel that thing clawing at me!?'
That was when the Goth noticed something…
She really could feel something clawing at her!
More confused than worried in her present state, Gwen noticed a sizeable bulge on her chest moving, slightly at first, but then much more noticeably as she sat up slightly to get a better look. In her half-asleep state, she recalled the image of the iconic chest bursters from the Aliens franchise. Then, in a sudden moment of realization, she fully woke and reacted about as well as could be expected with that particular mental image flashing across her eyes.
With a piercing, raspy scream, the Goth leapt from her bed and pulled up her nightshirt in one swift motion! Her now frantic night black eyes looked down to see whatever the hell was going on, if there was indeed something moving within her about to send her to a grisly death!
What she found was far from what she most feared, though it wasn't much better for her panicked and still half asleep mind.
There, clinging to her black satin bra, were two half asleep, very disgruntled looking ferrets. They started to chitter unhappily at being awoken in such a manner, both the scream and sudden jostling, all one had to do was see the annoyed look in their eyes to know just how comfortably they had been sleeping. Gwen responded to their unintelligible complaints with a second, even louder scream as she raised her arms, determined to drive out and hopefully kill whatever these pests were!
Before the Goth could act on her reflex, Cody and Heather stormed into the bedroom, each brandishing a makeshift weapon ready for whatever it was that had made the Goth scream as she had, a baseball bat in Cody's hands and a golf club in Heather's. Almost in unison, the couple asked what was going on.
"What's going on?!" Cody shouted, his eyes searching the room for whatever assailant Gwen had been struggling with.
"Where is he!?" Heather seethed, her grip on the driver in her hands tightening as her cold gray eyes swept across the room as well.
Both received their answer however as soon as they took in the bizarre sight standing before them in the middle of the room. Gwen was frozen like a statue with her arms raised, her face conveying pure confusion and fear while her already generously filled bra moved with furry life. Cody and Heather were both stunned by the sight, but it was difficult to tell which was more so…
Snapping out of her daze first, Heather groaned under her breath, "Damn it, I knew I forgot something!" Then, patting her leg and making a clicking sound, the Queen Bee called the two ferrets to her and away from their terrified guest. Chikktika and Boo, knowing that this was the signal for their feeding wasted little time in jumping down from Gwen's chest and racing into the kitchen, Heather followed directly behind them muttering something about 'screaming banshees' as she did.
That left Cody and Gwen as the room's sole occupants, with both exactly as they had been, neither moving an inch from where they stood.
Filling his sight, the Tech Geek saw Gwen, the dream girl of his teenage years, before him as he had always dreamed of one day seeing her back during Total Drama. With her black T-shirt held in place over her large breasts, her overflowing bra was proudly on display, the soft globes contained within rising and falling, squeezing together then parting with her every breath. His eyes followed the contours of her bust to the expanse of pale flesh they rested upon, down over her belly, past her exposed navel until they reached her matching black panties, the thin material, simple and without pattern, lace or design seemed oddly fitting for her, unlike the frilly and overtly sexy lingerie Heather typically wore. With a single blink, his eyes continued to trail downwards, over the smooth curves of her wide hips, down her soft thighs as they led to her small dainty feet. Due to his initial shock and panic the previous night, Cody had barely noticed of the changes in Gwen's physique from the last time he had seen her. But now, in a much clearer mindset, he was able to look upon them and fully grasp their implications.
While Cody truly loved Heather with all his heart, and despite the fact he had most of this sexual desires realized and fulfilled thanks to her, some lingering, long dormant feelings were aroused as he once again took in the sight of Gwen's nearly exposed chest. He was a guy, and like any guy, his brain went into a 'standby' mode whenever such a sight was before him, but on top of the fact that there was a very beautiful half naked girl before him, there was the factor of just WHO the very beautiful half naked girl WAS.
To say he was having a difficult time getting his mind around just how big and beautiful those twin fleshy pale moons looked against the contrast of her jet-black bra would be an understatement. Thanks to Heather, he had seen his share of breasts, hell he had done a lot more than just see them, but the Tech Geek had never seen any quite as large as these, at least not in person. Heather had always been very careful about the girls she picked to bring around for her itch, though he wasn't sure if it was out of fear concerning him or herself she went out of her way to avoid any with noticeable endowments.
The pair before him, he knew in his heart had to have been D's, or just under by a hair given how they overflowed the pair of cups holding them. He had always known that Gwen would become hotter as she got older, but he wasn't prepared for the full extent of it. Her much larger chest and thick curves got his blood pumping; so much so that he was worried his ever-growing boner might become noticed. He couldn't help it as unbidden the image of her large soft globes squeezing his prick jumped to the front of his mind, the slightly irritated voice in the back of his mind that bemoaned how Heather never let him get a boob job rattled and cried out from being awoken. As pleasant as the images were however, and despite how aroused Cody was by them, they were immediately followed by feelings of shame. Here he was in a happy and healthy relationship, with an insanely beautiful girl who took care him in almost every way, from the things mundane to any sexual need or want he had, and his lower brain focused on the one thing Heather had drawn a line at.
The one thing she herself couldn't give him.
While it was nowhere nearly as extreme, Gwen found herself giving Cody the once over as he too was causing some unexpected revelations to dawn on her. Her black as night eyes roamed over the shirtless Tech Geek standing before her clad only in his boxers from head to toe, several times. Every sweep of her eyes told her the same thing, but she found it so difficult to believe, impossible to even imagine it as the truth. She had never thought of him much since the end of Total Drama, and until now the few times she had were always the image as he was during Total Drama. The contrast between that, from back then, and what she saw now almost caused her mind to break. Never in her most drunken stupors had she imagined Cody as 'growing up' in any sense of the phrase. Yet, in just three years time he had gone from a skinny and scrawny nerd to a toned and very well sculpted young man.
His muscles were easily visible and quite defined, not bulging, but distinctly…present. He had commendable pecs, a flat stomach, six-pack abs, and toned arms and legs. While he was a far cry from Duncan or any beefcake, he could easily pass for a track and field athlete. He had grown several inches as well she idly noticed, and they complimented his broader frame. Against all odds, she was forced to admit that Cody looked…handsome.
The two continued to stare at each other in surprise and wonder, their reunion almost having the air of a pleasant dream if either were to be honest.
But the dream was shattered when Heather's voice called out from the other room, "Cody, stop ogling Gwen! And Gwen, stop flashing my boyfriend!"
Immediately, both blushed. Gwen only then noticing that her shirt was still pushed up over her breasts quickly pulled it down to cover herself while turning away from Cody. The red-faced Tech Geek stammered out a meager apology before clamming up and leaving.
Gwen, even redder cheeked thanks to her pale face, crawled back into her bed and pulled the covers over her head, just wanting to die of embarrassment or at least disappear from existence.
As she tried in vain to disappear into nothingness, the Goth could hear some sounds outside her door, from what she knew to be the kitchen area. She heard chairs moving, soft mutterings, cabinets and drawers opening and closing, more mutterings, and an occasional yawn. Basically, the sounds of Cody and Heather starting up their morning routine of breakfast she guessed. Peeking her head out from under the blanket, she grabbed her cell phone and checked it.
Six A.M.
There were no messages.
Gwen frowned slightly, but then remembered she had just left Duncan's a little over six hours ago, so it wasn't too surprising, especially considering how early it was. He and a good-sized chunk of the campus were likely still asleep. Returning her phone to the nightstand, she moved around and tried to get comfortable but found it to be a futile endeavor.
Part of the reason was a common phenomenon known to all people, of trying to find that elusive perfect spot you were previously sleeping in, but that wasn't the main reason. Duncan had extra rough and horny the previous night, fully dominating his 'hot, horny, hungry big-tittied cock-slut'. Rather than just one round like normal, they had gone three, with the Delinquent claiming it was to make sure the Goth didn't forget or miss him.
Wincing slightly in pain, her thighs aching from the nights' activities and the sudden motion triggered by the ferrets, Gwen muttered, "Like that could ever happen."
Thinking about last night, of course, made her think about yesterday, how after returning from her shower she found the dorm to be completely empty, having expecting Heather to be there at least. And instead she ended up finding Cody's porno stash.
Gwen was shaken from her memories of the previous day when she noticed the door to her room being closed softly, as if the person shutting it was trying not to wake her. Unsure of what else to do, she waited and listened, hearing the sounds outside her room that were indicative of two people going about their morning routine. She could hear someone in the bathroom taking a shower, while the other was apparently wandering around the dorm between Cody and Heather's room and the front room.
Trying to drown out the sounds of the early morning going-on's just outside her door, Gwen turned onto her side and attempted to fall back to sleep. It didn't come easily but eventually she managed to do so.
However, it wouldn't be long before Gwen would wish she hadn't.
It was a time of running. Why she was running, she didn't know. There had been no beginning, and the end appeared just as intangible. She had always been running, her life an endless marathon in medias res. She ran even as the world around her convulsed and flowed like a viscous nightmare of liquid flesh. Images and sounds were mangled, garbled up, pure nonsense given grim gravitas. The previously blotchy landscape, after many debates with itself, decided on a physical form with color, texture, and solidity.
It was a rocky beach, with the grit of sand rubbing edge-filled shoulders with chucks of broken boulders. The area was putrid with the carcasses of decaying fish, and of other less describable things protruding from the nasty treacle-black grit of the unending shoreline, with their fleshless bones and various colored gores offering the only visual deviation from the oppressive night-color of the world.
Flakes like coal bits were wedging themselves against the bottoms of Gwen's shoeless feet, jamming themselves between her increasingly calloused toes, but she still ran. She couldn't stop. If she stopped they would catch her. She couldn't stop.
The flat, snowy fist of a foam-covered wave crashed against the shoreline, an upturned collection of man-sized stone steak knives sharpened by countless eons of elemental ire.
The merciless sea's strike went far onto the gravely shore, swamping the running Goth. A crashing of foul algae and dark cold consumed everything and within moments her world was transformed into a weightless twilight realm, into a miserable shifting landscape of iron green that crashed into her like Judgment Day. The water was frigid, and it was flooding her ears, the pressure endlessly mounting and pushing against her eardrums, turning the flaps of skin into dams threatening to burst. The same pressure was building behind her eyes as they darted around in primal panic; her head feeling as though it were being crushed in a vice-grip.
As she struggled to escape, she felt herself being held down as if by invisible hands. She was forced to hold onto the last gasps of breath, which were burning to escape her lungs. Straining, she put every last bit of energy she had into pulling herself up from the depths, determined to free herself from whatever intangible moorings were holding her in place.
Her body bucked and heaved at the burden released into the clinging green water.
She was doing everything in her power to brush the water away but for every swat or kick or thrash, the water would just roll over itself and return to the calmness it had before the Goth disturbed it, making all of her efforts null and void.
The rush of water had knocked her down without difficulty, trapped her within its swirling embrace that pinned her down and wouldn't allow her to escape.
It owned her.
Gwen fought with all of her strength, but when she saw it was doing nothing, she stopped. What was the point? Why fight when you do not have any chance of winning, when you can just submit to something greater than yourself and hope for the best?
In all the excitement and panic, Gwen had forgotten to close her black painted lips, her soft skin matching the abysmal landscape in both color and bitterness. The water's icy burn pushed past her teeth and slid down her throat in an effort to invade her, fill her completely as much inside as out to consume her once more. It might as well have been acid for the burning feeling it brought as it was struggling to surge into her lungs. The salt water rushed into her mouth and nose, filling both orifices with a commingled taste of rotting fish flesh, iron shavings, and the viscera of unsuccessful whale births. She hated the taste but decided to endure it, even as it was suffocating her.
She had no choice.
Her death throws were becoming just that…the throws before death. She felt like salmon just after spawning, weakly thrashing, decaying even in lingering life.
Then, right as the last breath had been all but pried from her painted lips; she could feel pain exploding throughout and across her back as the water retreated, as did the entire beach. The sea and sand and stone steak knives disappeared from her vision, as the world was once again amorphous, devoid of shape or substance aside from the pure blackness of the void. But Gwen still felt the coldness of the water clinging to her like a straight jacket, her bare skin feeling like that of a corpse and her bones started to feel brittle as they were chilled to the marrow.
She looked upward, but only saw the same featureless night sky as before. There was no stars, no moon…only darkness. Soon however the darkness only remained in the skyline. The terrain before Gwen changed again, this time into a forest that was coming into view beneath her.
The Goth's heavy pants and footfalls echoed throughout the vast forest, reverberating against the thick trunks of ancient trees from an age before time itself. These trees were water-soaked and dull as they littered and carpeted the area, serving as moist witnesses to the events unfolding. As she looked closer, Gwen saw the deeper details of these depressing denizens of the forest. Their barks were coarse and rough, with patches upturned and the signs of decay present. The branches also were gnarled and entangled, some actually piercing the barks of their neighbors in nature in gruesome displays.
Gwen's feet had become nothing more than platforms of pain as random twigs, stones, and rough patches of earth slowly cut them as she ran, but she couldn't see any of this because of a thick mist. The floor of the forest obscured by an ocean of bleached white vapor that covered a carpet of rotten leaves just beneath its murky surface. The pain was sharp and frequent, but it was preferred to what she feared was following her.
The loud, piercing howl that ripped through the darkened sky proved her fears warranted, and the following cries and wails accompanying it added further proof. Even when the howls fell silent, the unexpected sounds still rang in her eardrums like water falling in the distance and caused her heart to race faster than her feet.
As she ran, Gwen could not help but absorb more features of this forest she was trapped within. Some dim and unidentifiable source shot faint rays of light upon the branches. As if they were blacksmiths, the branches forged from the light monstrosities made of shadow. As those shadows were thrown upon the forest floor, they formed fantastic terrors the likes of which she has never seen before.
They only added to the heightened sense of tension and terror coiled around Gwen's core. She ran and ran but the forest just stretched on and on. She felt the isolation weighing down on her with a gravity all its own. Her body was still cold in the damp atmosphere. She felt spears of fear jabbing and impaling her at regular intervals.
Gwen's only thoughts were of running, of hiding, of escaping…but at every turn, every time she would try to deviate from the fairly straight path before her, a shape would materialize at the edge of her vision. They would be shaggy masses of shadow with glaring eyes and haunting calls that crackled through her mind and vibrated in her skull painfully. She had no idea how many there were, but she knew they had numbers on their side. One in particular she had spied dwarfed herself in size.
As she ran, it started to rain, as though nature itself was joining in on the hunt. The sky released a torrent of tears onto the damp earth that clung to all it touched like syrupy, from her naked breast and bare back to the rocks and leaves that now stuck to her feet, slowing her down as much as it sapped the strength and warmth from her body. Gwen could feel her efforts weakened. Suddenly it felt like she was stomping through mud up to her knees, the thick muck pulling her down and holding her back, every step was a labor, taking twice as long as before.
With her reduced pace, the shrill howls that stabbed the velvet night air grew louder. Even so, the Goth ran and ran even as she felt like her legs would break and her feet would fall off. This continued for what felt like forever until she finally allowed her feet to rest at last.
As Gwen finally stopped from her long run, she felt as if her heart was going to implode inside her heaving chest as she stared at what was before her.
There were the same massive and daunting trees as elsewhere but here there was no space between them. Gwen was trapped in an open clearing!
Realizing she would not be able to continue this way, the Goth turned around to go back and find another path, but the moment she did so, her head was assaulted by sound. The forest suddenly came to awful life all at once in an auditory bombardment that left her trembling on her hands and knees, cowering like a small child lost in a great storm.
The wind raced, tearing dead leaves from withered branches with nails of heated ether. The raindrops fell like heavy, fat bombs of water that violently exploded and plopped. The frogs croaked like car alarms. The rodents squealed in sadism and suffering as they staged tiny nightmare ballets of blooded needle teeth in sharp black grass, and the crickets picked up the macabre musical number as they chirped in disjointed harmony while a loud screech filled what empty air remained.
The howls, accompanied by the heavy panting huffs of breathes pressed against bloodied tongues that drew in and out grew louder and louder, overpowering the rest. The wolves were close, rustling amid the shrubs and low-level branches telling how close.
Gwen panicked, unable to take the terror and that unending upheaval of endless noise. It was enough to even overwhelm the blood pounding in her ears and the jet-engine roar of her escalating heartbeat.
Then, the chorus of chaotic calls was silenced as a single mighty call sang out amid the darkness. Everything, even the falling of raindrops, were rendered mute by that lone howl.
The only sound that followed was the soft treading of padded paws over snapped off twigs and crumbly leaves. Something was shuffling out of the undergrowth into the opened clearing as it sucked in the stale air thick with the crawling ground fog displaying the luster of vaporized pearl. Amid the milky ether, a shape began to materialize, draped in shadow. The shape in stark silhouette slowly strode into the realm of colored and physical form with ancient grace, its padded quadruped gait unhurried with the confidence of victory.
Two emeralds floated in the white aerial sea just above the ground full of dead things. Those twin green moons as bright as suns gleamed from the shroud and the shadows. They were shining, faultless, pure…untouched by love or joy or sorrow or even anger.
They focused on nothing but Gwen. She was in their sights, powerless against this foe. It was the fiercest survivor, the purest warrior.
And it had decided it was going to claim her.
Jolting awake, Gwen once again found herself soaking with sweat and short of breath. After getting her bearings, on pure instinct, the first thing she did was look down and pull up her shirt.
There were no ferrets this time.
Sighing in relief, she swallowed and gathered herself for a few moments before rolling over and grabbing her cell phone.
10:30 A.M.
She had been asleep for four and a half hours. With her mind still kind of groggy, she thought to herself, 'Ten thirty, uh? Well…I guess it's almost time for breakfast.' With that lone thought animating her, Gwen rose out from her tangled mess of sheets and started to pick out her clothes for the day as she quickly planned out her morning routine. She would take a quick shower, get her bag, grab some breakfast and then make it to her first class.
With a bundle of clothes under one arm and a bag with her toiletries in the other, she nearly walked into the closed door of her room, before noticing a sheet of paper tapped to it.
Colored curious, she took the note. In flowing script she found a short message saying,
'Sorry about this morning. I forgot to warn you about Chikktika and Boo yesterday. By the time I got back however, you had locked yourself up in there and never came out, so I never had the chance to tell you about them. They are Cody's, and before you ask, no, they are not rats, they are ferrets. As long as you give them a snack from time to time and scratch them on the chin or rub their bellies, they're harmless and will ignore you.
'PS. They are perverts, just like their owner. Make sure you keep your underwear in the suitcase with the tab locks, otherwise they will steal them.
'PPS. This applies to the ferrets and their owner.
'PPPS. If you are going to watch a DVD of mine or Cody's, please return it to its proper shelf and place when you are finished watching it.
'PPPPS. While you are staying here I will not be washing your things. This applies to both your clothes and your bedding.'
While Gwen felt one of her wedge-shaped eyebrows twitch at the first two of the P.S.'s, she was confused about the second pair. Eventually, the fog of having just woken cleared enough that she remembered switching Heather's DVDs with Cody's porno.
Then, after an additional moment of thought building off of that one, realization dawned on her and it came together. Heather knew about Cody's porno DVDs. Heather knew about Cody's porno DVDs and thought she watched them.
And that in turn made the fourth line come into focus.
Heather thought she used them!
Face red in embarrassment and anger, she nearly ripped the door off its hinges and stormed into the main room. As she did so, the waft of bacon and syrup filled her nostrils, along with the familiar scent of tea. But in the kitchen/dining room, she found nothing.
Thinking back to earlier when she first woke up, Gwen knew that she heard someone making breakfast, and the smell of it was still very strong in the air, but she couldn't see any food in sight. That caused the hungry Goth to feel a spike of ire rise in her rumbling belly. However, while she wanted to hold onto that hate, calm reasoning took root. She remembered the two ferrets, which she now knew as Chikktika and Boo. And that made her realize that it would have been a bad idea to leave food out where they could get to it.
So, with that in mind, she resolved to look for food where the pair of furry perverts would not have been able to reach it. She started by checking the neatly organized fridge, but to her disappointment she saw that there was nothing in there that was already prepared. There were no plates of existing meals, or anything that appeared to be leftovers. Feeling her dormant anger rising ever so slightly, she moved on to the cabinets next. But to her ever increasingly chagrin, the Goth found that the contents here were even more meager. She didn't recognize a lot of what was there, but none of it looked appetizing. There were no snacks or munchies that she knew or liked, not even a box of cereal!
Despite that, the waft of what was likely a delicious breakfast lingered heavily in the air. After a few seconds of that aroma permeating her nostrils, a new thought occurred to her.
'Someone cooked breakfast this morning for two…not three,' she thought as her lips painted like shadows to move downward in a frown. Something didn't sit well in her gut at that realization. Before she could seriously consider why, however, she pointed that disappointment away. 'Why the fuck should I even care!? I don't even want to be here!'
Before it could get any more spiteful, Gwen's line of thought was interrupted by a series of clatters before her. Looking downward, at the source of the clangs, she found Chikktika and Boo, each pushing a plastic food bowl with their noses in her direction.
Looking at the two with raised eyebrows, she saw their beady little eyes looking up at her expectantly, imploring her.
The bubbling fury in her curvier form was briefly dosed by the sheer incredulity of the sight. Then, reality came back to her and reacted fittingly enough given what happened earlier. Snorting, Gwen nastily remarked, "You have to be joking? After what you two did to me this morning, you're lucky that I don't take Heather's golf club to you pervy fuzz balls!"
Acting before she made good on her threat, Gwen stormed out of the dorm, with her high-heeled shoes stabbing the floor with every step before she closed the dorm's door loudly.
The ferrets were now left to their own devices. A few seconds after the door had been closed, the two pets looked at each other, chittering and chattering back and forth before making a sound resembling laughter. As the duo of pets continued their weasel-related hoots, they ran back to her room, searching it for some unknown reason. Eventually, one of them emerged from the sleeper sofa with something shiny in its maw.
Gwen's dorm room key.
October 28th, 2014 (11:15 AM)
After her shower, Gwen discovered that the door to the dorm was locked. She couldn't find her key, and she knew she didn't lock the door. But still the stubborn door would not open.
The Goth found herself getting more and more worried and annoyed as she struggled with the door that would not budge no matter how hard she pulled, how harshly she kicked or how foully she cursed and swore at it. She couldn't go to her classes without the books and homework, and she refused to leave without her phone. With an armful of her dirty laundry from the night before, she was left with no other choice but one that left her empty belly to recoil in disgust.
Gwen had to than to sit and wait for Cody and/or Heather to return from their classes and let her in to retrieve her things. Between the two she couldn't figure out which would be worse. Heather, she knew would make life hell for her if she found out that she locked herself out, either chewing her out or mocking her. Cody, on the other hand, she was still embarrassed about what happened earlier because of the ferrets and how she practically flashed him. Even if she was wearing a bra at the time, he saw her in her underwear and she did not want to face him if she could get away with it.
So, for the next two hours, Gwen did the only things she could; sit on the cold floor with her back against the wall and marinate in her feelings of bitterness and wrath.
Eventually, with luck seemingly against her yet again, it was Heather who got back first. The Queen Bee asked the obvious, and the Goth reluctantly told her what had happened.
To say Heather was unhappy would be an…understatement. After a few condescending quips that Gwen had to repress the urge to fire back at, the shorter black haired girl opened the door. However, she refused to allow the Goth to leave until they found her missing key. Gwen, already starting to get short on patience, tried to brush her off and leave, but Heather told her that if she didn't find that key before leaving then the door would be locked when she came dragging herself back in at two in the morning.
Late for her classes already, now being threatened, Gwen felt her temper rising and was about to let loose with some very choice words, only stopping when she noticed that Heather was smirking, that she was trying to goad a reaction out of her. That was all Gwen needed to swallow her anger and push down her urge to yell at Heather since she knew it was what Heather wanted, that she was trying to get a reaction out of her. With that swallowed anger fermenting in her stomach, the Goth searched for her key.
After nearly half an hour of searching, she finally found it, on the floor by her bed/the couch. On her way out, Gwen caught sight of Heather standing in the kitchen and noticed the Queen Bee was cooking, or rather at least saw her spreading out the ingredients on the kitchen counter as she worked. There, sitting in the center of it all was a thick piece of steak sitting on a cutting board. Despite the urgency of needing to leave for her classes, with her having already missed one and being late for the second, Gwen paused. Seeing the unprepared steak made her realize she hadn't eaten anything yet, and the sight of the massive slab of meat was making her stomach growl, only to be drowned out by her cell phone chirping to warn her of the time, that her second class was half over.
With a huff, the Goth rushed out the door onto the rest of her day.
And that felt akin to rushing into a hurricane, for things only got worse and worse.
Starting with having to stay after her second class ended to copy the notes of someone else, it went downhill quickly. Despite this not being common practice and very much appreciated by the Goth, it did make her late for her third class, which she had actually forgotten to do the homework for. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was also a test she was sure she bombed. Her fourth and final class of the day didn't prove to be any better since the teacher literally talked a mile a minute and her hands were cramped from trying to keep up with her notes. After her fourth class finally ended, she made her way to her first class (the one she missed that afternoon), thankful that the teacher taught the same course in the evening, to turn in her assignment and find out what notes she had missed once the class that wasn't hers was done.
With the additional few hours of the tacked on class she only sat through to talk to the professor, Gwen didn't leave the classroom areas until after six that evening. She was drained; she wanted nothing more than to find something to eat to stop the horrible pain that was her stomach gnawing on her spine and to try and relax. However, that sadly was not an option for her. She still had to get her assignments for the next round of classes started, if not outright finished, and she had to check out some books from the library for an upcoming class project.
Having no car, that meant walking halfway across the campus. Normally not much of an issue, if she had not chosen to wear her heeled boots that day. Insult to injury came when halfway between the main building and the library it started raining. Not a massive downpour, not some gale force thunderstorm, but an early fall shower that was just a little too light to be called a proper rain.
An hour and a half later, after she just fully dried off from the downpour, she had no choice but to enter it again, this time to get back to the dorms. After having shoved the books she needed into her bag, Gwen made her way to her and Duncan's dorm, hoping to just enjoy some quiet time with her boyfriend, maybe watch some TV or just cuddle up next to him and doze off. Above all else though, her primary want, her primary need, was food. She hadn't eaten all day and it was getting close to eight PM now.
Of course when she got back to Duncan's dorm, the moment she opened the door and her boyfriend noticed her, Gwen instantly knew that least one of her two desires wasn't going to be fulfilled. With her clothes clinging to her body after the being drenched in the rain for a second time, highlighting her great natural curves, she knew in the back of her mind that she shouldn't have been the least bit surprised by the aroused hungry look in Duncan's eyes.
Had their roles been reversed, she knew she would have been giving him the very same look, hell, if he had been eating a burger and fries when she walked in she would have been giving him the same look. Beautiful.
Despite how physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted she was, Gwen and her boyfriend fucked. That's all it could have been called, she knew it, he knew it, and neither of them cared. Cheesy romance had never been her thing, 'soft' 'tender' 'love making', these were terms that were met with various degrees of dismissal and disdain from the Goth, for her it was about power, strength and possession, the first two Duncan had in spades, which in turn was half the reason she fulfilled the third. After fucking her outright, hard and rough as always, Duncan demanded a blowjob that was finished with a facial.
Gwen delivered.
It was only after that, as she was wiping her boyfriend's seed from her face with her shirt that the Goth learned that Duncan didn't have a scrap of food in the dorm. Typically she disliked playing up the 'slutty' role that Duncan loved so much, but knowing how quickly it got him off there were times that she would play that card and play it very well much to his delight. This had been one of those times, with her desire to get it over with so she could eat driving her.
The realization that it had been for nothing made her even bitterer, adding a generous helping of anger to an ever-growing pile this day had brought her since waking up. But for the time being, that anger would have to wait, she needed rest. Tired, hungry, and defeated, Gwen got back into bed with him to just get some rest, planning on only taking a short nap with his strong muscular chest pressing into her back and his thick powerful arms holding her, one around her waist and the other possessively pawing at her breasts.
Her short nap however unfortunately turned out to last a few hours. It was quarter to midnight when she woke up, thanks in part to her setting a reminder message on her phone to go off. Amid her panic, the Goth managed to get dressed, hobbling on one foot, as she pulled up her size too small pants and struggled to put on her bra with one hand while also putting on her shirt as she was rushing out the door. Just as she was about to pass the bed, she felt a strong grip take hold of her arm, one hand clamping down on it like a vice while the other took her by the hip. She looked and saw that Duncan had woken up; likely from the racket she had made getting dressed.
For a split second, Gwen merely stared at her boyfriend with eyes widened by shock, after all, given how hard he had ridden her, she hadn't expected him to be able to move for a few more hours, let alone wake up. Then, finding her voice, she asked in a shriek, "What the fuck are you doing, Duncan!?"
The Delinquent was unfazed and simply smirked, "I want a goodbye present before you leave."
The Goth was initially confused, but that cleared up when Duncan sat up on the edge of the bed, his erect member standing at full mast.
Idly, Gwen was impressed, a small part of her feeling a measure of pride, in herself for being the obvious source of his boner, but also in Duncan himself. Over the years she had heard plenty of girls complain about how their boyfriends could hardly go long enough to get them off, hers on the other hand had no problem at all, more than delivering and satisfying her every physical need.
Now was not the time for such things however and she knew it, understanding what he wanted but not liking the idea, especially since she had already given him a blowjob earlier Gwen said, with more worry in her voice then she would have liked, "I have to be back in fifteen minutes!"
Unmoved, Duncan countered with a raised eyebrow, "The Bitch Queen's dorm is on the other end of the hall, not the other end of the campus, Pasty."
Knowing that time was ticking away by the second, the Goth pleaded, "Come on, Duncan! We don't have enough time! If I don't get back before midnight, you could be sent off to jail! I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow! I promise I'll do-!"
The Goth's words died on her lips as she noticed that he was giving her 'the look.' "We haven't seen each other all day, I've been in here, by myself, since yesterday, because you said that you could take care of this and it would be no problem. I offered to deal with this for you, I said I would take care of it, and you know that I would have done that for you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep in a cold bed, all alone," the hand at her hip slid down to her backside, squeezing her ass cheek, "when I've been sharing a bed with you for the last few years? You have any idea what it's like to wake up alone for the first time in months? Come on Gwen, this was your plan, the least you could do is give me something to make up for it."
Gwen's lip curled downward before she let out a deep sigh.
'He's right, this is my fault…and…it's not like it's that big a deal…he's done so much for me…'
Like always, she quickly wilted and gave in, just as she always did whenever he asked her to do anything.
Glancing at the clock next to his bed and biting her lip, Gwen let out another sigh, and then nodded before pushing him back so she could get back down to her knees.
Ten minutes and one BJ later, Gwen was hurrying back to Heather and Cody's dorm. Luckily, she hadn't forgotten the key this time and was able to get in without much trouble.
The dorm was dark and quiet, but it smelled like a steak house. She couldn't tell if it was because of how hungry she was, or due to how small the dorm was, but either way the entire thing was saturated with the smell of prime cut seasoned steak. Her mouth, still having the taste of Duncan's dick and cum on its taste buds, lightly salivated at the odor.
Finding the task difficult in her heeled boots, not to mention the fact she was out of practice from it having been so long since she actually had to sneak in anywhere, the Goth made her way towards her room, trying to strike a fine balance between not making any noise and getting there was quickly as possible. The drive to get her things for a needed shower was competing against the desire to not run into either of the 'wardens' running this prison. With her nerves on edge by trying to maintain this duality, after what felt like years, Gwen finally reached her room and grabbed both a change of clothes and her toiletries. As minuscule as it was, she actually found herself being a little thankful for this brief moment of not having any-
Gwen's waver thin good mood was shattered when she heard a light yawn from behind. As she turned to leave, the Goth saw someone leaning against the opened doorway, with their lithe figure and the hand resting on one of their hips highlighted by the low light. It was Heather, who was sporting a typical Heather glare, which given the height difference between the two girls seemed to be directed at the Goth's large bust. The Queen Bee, in a harsh tone that cut like steel from the shadows, asked, "And just where do you think you're going?"
The Goth's eyes twitched as warmth spread behind them. Everything turned red in her brain, like her skull was suddenly filled with Tabasco sauce. Her gut tingled and her muscles became tense. Her hands clenched themselves into hardened, pale fists.
After an entire day of putting up with one shitty problem after another, Gwen had had enough.
"Fuck you, you sadistic, flat-chested whore!" Gwen snapped, finally going off like a roman candle, finally letting the radiant wrath churning within her release. "I'm going to take a fucking shower, and I'm going to get something to eat from the fucking cafeteria! After an entire fucking day of starving, missing classes, losing notes, getting rained on, and having to swallow because of your Gestapo crap, I'm officially out of fucks to give!"
With that, the towering Goth stormed out, determined to ram down Heather if the shorter girl had tried to stop her. She was unblocked as she left the dorm to the floor bathrooms, though she could feel the Asian's eyes following her as she stormed out.
Under the needed soothing heat of the shower, Gwen took her time cleaning up and getting ready for the night, her anger still overriding her judgment and higher thinking processes, though no longer holding a monopoly over it. A small part of her feared what she might find when she returned to the dorm. Would it be Heather waiting there with her finger hovering over the button on her cell phone that would send that video to the cops, or her telling her she had already done so?
But that part was overwhelmed by the volcanic fury still erupting from her brooding form. The Goth had never had much in the way of patience, nor had she ever been one to hold back her emotions when angered, so she pushed those small worries to the back of her mind. After getting cleaned and dressed, she had a quick meal of a ham and cheese sandwich in the mini cafeteria of the building that had not cost her much, and its lackluster quality was reflective of that fact. It didn't fully slate her hunger but it was enough that she would be able to make it until tomorrow's breakfast at least.
With her belly now full of butchered pig and mass-produced cheddar, she slowly made her way back to that doorway she was coming to hate as if it were the gates of Hell itself. Unlocking the door she turned the knob, and her pulse slightly spiked at this threshold.
Her nerves became slightly relaxed when she found no Heather waiting for her with a disapproving scowl or annoyed glare. In fact, there were no lights on, no signs that anyone had been up in the first place. Instead, all Gwen could find that was out of place was a chair sitting in the middle of the hallway. Though as she approached it, she noticed a few odd details about this chair that she couldn't make out clearly in the darkness. Turning on a light, she noticed that there were two things stacked on top of each other on the seat of the chair. On the bottom there was a folded up trash bag, with a pack of tissues resting on top of it. Next to the tissues, there was a sticky note.
Once again in the flowing script Gwen now knew to be Heather's, it read,
'The trash bag is for the shirt. I will not allow something stained by your gutter trash boyfriend to be in my laundry basket.
'PS. Judging by the size of that stain I would say your technique needs a lot of work, swallowing generally means less of a mess. The tissues are for next time.'
And that is the latest chapter of Unbreakable Red Silken Thread! As always, we hope you all enjoyed it! :)
Once again, I'm going to give the floor to Kenju to offer up some closing comments:
"Okay, so first things first, yes we skipped over the lemon between Gwen and Duncan, before anyone asks, the fact that both myself and Rufus hate Duncan played a role in that but it was not the ONLY factor, actually it was only a third of the reason. While there will be some lime with Duncan, there will not be any lemon. But more importantly, lemons take a LOT of time to write out and edit and work up, and given how long its been since the last update, we felt that cutting out something that might add another week or two was a good choice since it really wouldn't add anything to the chapter itself. Lastly, the third major reason we left out the lemon is that this chapter is from Gwen's perspective, Gwen, who is sleep deprived, irritated (possibly still dealing with lingering hangover) and whose day was pretty crappy. Anyone whose had a day like that (everyone) will understand how we act almost like robots by that point and will do whatever it takes just to get through the day, and we hope that showed in this chapter how Gwen was more or less on autopilot at that point.
"Also just to settle any fears or concerns, there are only five chapters left in this mini arc, each day of the week isn't going to be a three part piece like Monday was, it's a day per chapter through the rest of the week. The purpose of this arc is to build up and get Gwen caught up, to show her character and a small look into her past, what's been going on with her for the last few years since we haven't shown much of her so far in the story. Once she is caught up as it were, she'll join Cody and Heather as a primary character sharing the spotlight.
"Thank you again for your patience and understanding in waiting for us, we hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to hearing your thoughts and reactions in the reviews, please especially let us know thoughts and feelings concerning Chikktika and Boo, as well as the dream sequence as based on your feedback they will have a larger or smaller role in the story from here on out."
I really don't have anything to add to that…so I won't add anymore! Lol
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