Disclaimer: I don't own any thing, Joss does! I just love writing stories from his series.
Rated: R
Type: Action/Drama
Summary: What if things were different for Faith, like being in control of her life and evil. And having her way with every thing. My view point on the Ep. "5 by 5" off Angel season one.
Author's Note: I have changed my screen name from Mr. Ribbet-Ribbet to DBF2007. Since I have some time before auditions today, that I'd update. So now let's get back to our loveable characters.
Disclaimer : I do not own the song "Twisted Transistor" it belongs to Korn.
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Because the music do
And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you too
your scream's a whisper
Hang on you twisted transistor
"Twisted Transistor" By:Korn
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Chapter 18: "Twisted Transistor "
By: DBF2007
Wesley sat there on the chair tied up, gagged, and unconscious. The chair in the middle of Lindsey's apartment. Faith stood there leaned up against the wall staring at the unconscious Wesley. He's limp and fragile body just sitting there waiting for her to torture. Not even noticing that Lindsey was standing behind her until th placed a kiss on her neck.
"Your so tense, Faith. Maybe I should help you relax?" Lindsey asked.
"Not in the mood, Lindsey. Kinda of preoccupied with Old Wesley here!" Faith said harsh and quick to kill his mood. "Maybe later."
"Never mind I mentioned it." Lindsey said before walking over to the coffee table and grabbed his keys and left.
Faith just stared at Wesley, not even noticing Lindsey leaving. That's when Faith thought she seen Wes move. Unsure and growing more impatience she walked over to Wesley and grabbed him by his hair, and pulled his head up to look at his face. Slowly but surly he was finally waking up from his sleep. "Wakey wakey Wes." he heard Faith say. Pulling up his heavy head, Faith held on to Wesley's chin very tight. Opening his eyes he saw a blurry and hazy figure standing in front of him holding up his head. "Oh Bloody hell, Wesley" he thought as the figure became more visible. He felt like she had already started the party by the way the body felt. His neck and chest was feeling a little broken and bruised from the last fight. He could make out the shape of her body, her smell, and the strong grip: Faith. Faith just stood their holding him in the palm of her hand. "She could do anything to him make him scream in pain, cry, moan her name in ecstasy, and even probably get him off just by her touch." she thought as she let go of Wesley. Making his head drop back down to his chest, he let out a painful groan. Slowly pulling up his head he saw Faith in the kitchen looking around for something.
"So Wesley, how's it been?" She asked as she turned around to look at him with a look in her eye. "So sorry for the being bound and gagged but I could risk you trying to run, now could I ?"
Walking over to Wesley she stood seat on top of Wes' lap he let out a muffled scream when she landed on him. Faith then took her two fingers licks then and rubs them under his swelling eye. Then wrapping her arms around his neck Faith began to give him a lap dance, that Wesley really didn't care for. "I'm going to make it all better, Wesley. Torture you, kill Angel, and then get fucking PAID!" she exclaimed to him her plan. Wesley just sat there taking it all in strides, but wanting to break free and beat the hell out of this deranged Slayer.
"All these little cuts and bruises - just bring out the mother in me." she said as she took his face into both of her hands Wesley stared to faint. Taking her right hand she began to tap Wes on his check. "Come on. Now, now, don't poop out on me, damn it! Otherwise this all just going to be over too fast, and you'll be dead and I'll be - bored. - Come on, Wesley! Where is that stiff upper lip?" she asked as she jumps off from Wesley's lap but, only to make sure he got the full show of her. "Now, we've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt - but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot and loud. Have a preference?"
Nodding to Faith pulled the gag out of his mouth and kneeled down in between his legs with her arms on his legs. "Well, that great! It's always better with audience participation. - May I take your order please?" Spitting the blood out of his mouth on to the floor he said "I was your Watcher, Faith. - I know the real you - and even if you kill me, there is just one thing I want you to remember."
"What's that, love?"
"You - are a piece of sh.." he said before being interrupted, Faith but the gag back on his mouth.
"You should talk, huh? I guess I'll just have to try a little harder." as she went on with her rant she saw a picture frame on the table by the couch. Walking over to it and picking it up, she took and dropped it on the floor. Breaking the glass Faith bent down to pick up the large thin looking piece of glass. "We'll switch to sharp for a while."
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Sorry about the cliffhanger! There is more to happen like: Will Wesley die? Will Angel and Buffy make it in time? Stay tuned for the next part. R&R.
Thanks,
DBF2007