I know it's been forever. Unfortunately I've been buried in personal things and other works. I'll try my best to stay faithful to this and finish as much I can.
Ellie sat next to Riley, still struggling to fathom at what had just placed its permanent mark on her. It still bled, for God's sake! She had wiped at the bite mark with her other hand several times, as if she were hoping it was only some bloody smudge that would disappear with the rest of the dirt she cleaned off. The imprint screamed out with its crimson vocabulary.
No! Nononooo.. She almost broke down into tears.
"You don't know what could happen." Riley desperately tried digging for a brighter side injected with heavy amounts of denial. Ellie had stopped scratching at the bite wound. Her acceptance sat down with her.
". . . Yeah," She could only say back. The majority of her wailed at the thoughts of deteriorating from the inside out and soon walking amongst the things that were once human.
Fucking monsters. And she would be turning into one. That's what happened when you were bit, right? It's all over from that point. Say your goodbyes now and cherish these last peaceful moments.
Her reluctant side managed to cap these destructive emotions.
But she had no idea how right Riley would be and how irony would turn every around . . .
Ellie awoke, staring at her large scar that was first to greet her. While getting a sharp inspection of just how well a good job her scar tissue did in healing, she got a flash of memory of when she thought her fate was sealed, despite all the training she grew up with.
All that and still don't know how to swim, she thought with a smile that was quick to wilt. She had thought—knew—she was going to die. But as everyone else who had been infected around her succumbed to a clicking fate, Ellie stayed standing without any fevers or mutations.
And without Riley. She immediately yanked on her prison chain, causing a loud shink with its shackle. But it wasn't to try and break the hold, it was to interrupt the quietness around her from letting those past memories and tragedies eat her alive.
She was like a fly disturbing a web and alerting the giant, hungry spider. David had walked in. In his hands was the eminent tray of meat mixture and cup of water—or what she HOPED was water.
Ellie's eyes threw themselves at his presence once, only to pull back and stare at lampshade and desk next to her instead. Her breathing picked up slightly and she balled her chained hand into a fist, but felt no fiery will to try and banish him from the room.
What was happening to her, she wondered? This wasn't like her. It wasn't like her to submit so easily. Perhaps maybe so if she were in deadly conditions like she had been back in the kitchen's freezer, but even then she put up a feisty battle. Here she was limp and offering only a fist as defense.
You're kidding, right Ellie? She suddenly heard a voice in her head. For a moment she couldn't even decipher its origin or who it sounded like. She wanted to say Joel, but that may not have been right. She ignored it for now.
"Thought I heard someone waking up." The gangly man smiled with a dark mouth. "It's like ringing a bell if you think about it." He joked.
"The fuck is wrong with you," Ellie growled. "Did you just fall out of your mother's cunt evil?"
David held in a decent laugh, almost gagging. "You keep it up." He told her while taking steps. "See where it gets you."
Ellie gazed at the food. The contents were light in color again. She tried digging in her mind at what animals there were with light muscle tissue that could look like this; Anything but human.
It's just deer! Her mind repeated what David had told her a while back. But how long could a buck last them?
"You know what I'm startin' to think?" David randomly asked as he put the tray down next to the lamp.
"I don't care." Ellie said. To mean it, she turned head away.
"I think," David carried on, disregarding her remark. "that you're beginning to like it here." This earned him a sudden glare from the girl.
"You can give me that hate-filled look all you want, but I know how to read people." He told her while looking into those fiery-twinkling eyes with no fear. "You may not be aware of it at the moment, but I'm pretty damn sure your conscience is getting comfortable. You have food, you have shelter, you have all the security you need. It's only natural to start settling yourself in. It's only a matter of time before you realize and accept this."
Ellie blew steam through her nose, but only turned back away. "You don't know anything about me."
She suddenly felt his fingers run along her arm—the one with the scar. Almost like petting her. Her hairs stood on end.
"I know that you're starting to recognize who your master is now. I know that you're finally getting tamed."
That did it. Ellie sprung out from her laying position and made to lay into him with her free arm and fist. She succeeded in only angry grunts as he easily pushed her back down, climbing over and straddling her.
"Need I give you a reminder?" He spoke with a surprisingly calm voice mixed with hot breath.
"Fuck—" Ellie was cut off by his egregious mouth claiming hers. It seemed that he hadn't learned his lesson last time he tried taking the girl's mouth for his own. His result was another bite, though not as horrible as the first; Ellie managed to only scrape his bottom lip with her front teeth.
Being that it was still early in the day, his patience was high as was his tolerance. He wasn't too bothered by the backlash.
But this still couldn't go unpunished. Ellie needed to learn who she was under(no pun meant). He struck her across the face, a little harder than intended. The meat-slap sound would've made anyone cringe.
Even Ellie was caught by surprise. The girl was dazed, seeing red dots in her vision for a short moment. With her nerves temporarily numb in shock, she didn't feel David grab her chin.
"Look at me," He calmly told the grunting girl. He moved her head with no struggle. Ellie wouldn't get a choice. "Believe me when I say that if I wanted to do something about that biting problem, I could. If I really wanted to—and you're pushing me there—, I'd remove all your teeth. Wanna find out if I'm lying?" He got closer to her face, his musk overwhelming. "So understand me when I say that you don't know what I'm capable of."
When the girl's vision regained clarity her pupils dilated when locking on David's face. For the first time Ellie felt a deep fear for the man. Her ego of fire was replaced with a trembling coward; An entirely foreign entity.
She took in a slow, chopped gasp.
Oh God, he was right!
Ellie didn't want to believe his threat. There was the weak piece of knowledge she was aware of that the man didn't want to actually do anything to disfigure his precious prize, but the both of them also acknowledged that he just might do it if things really came down to that.
David took notice in the girl's eye. He did more damage than he had hoped; The white of her eye was already protruding broken vessels. He stroked a finger on the side of her face, feeling a hint of remorse. The girl was already bearing purple bruises on her chest and (other) side of her face. Now there'd be quite a shiner on her eye come the next day or two.
"Don't touch me . . .," She found her nerve again.
David scowled. "You don't get to tell me what to do with my own possessions." He hissed before repositioning himself. "Are you not understanding that?"
"I won't call you 'Master'. But I have some other names I can think of." The girl smirked, her inner flame returning—Though that scared person inside her didn't leave completely.
David had her legs pinned, making sure she couldn't kick out. He slipped a hand under the too-large-for-her gown and shoved a finger inside her already-incredibly sore cunt.
Ellie yelled out in pain as she felt a trickle of blood bloom from the remains of what was once her hymen. She heard the man above chuckle in satisfaction, and excitement.
"You fucking monster!" She shrieked.
"Now now," David moved down her body, his lips on one of her inner thighs. She kicked once and he dodged. Then he removed his finger and pulled back, only to take out the pistol he had strapped to his pants.
The girl froze when seeing that she was being threatened with a firearm. Yet again.
Trembles took over her body.
She didn't want to feel that pain again. She didn't want to feel him inside of her. It was bad enough that he took her when she was forced drunk. She could only imagine how much worse it'd be sober.
"I think I need to remind you who you belong to." He told her.
"No." Ellie refused while looking straight at the gun.
"That there's exactly why, Ellie." The sound of her name from him was never comforting. But she'd take that over the next sounds coming from him.
He was undoing his pants.
Ellie looked elsewhere; back at her large scar.
She wished she had succumbed to infection and died that day. Died with Riley . . .