E is for Evil
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters or the world created by George Orwell in his work 1984.
Warning:This chapter is rated M for violence and rape. If such things make you uncomfortable then I recommend that you just sit this one out.
Evil (adj.): (1) morally reprehensible; arising from actual or imputed bad character or conduct, (2) causing discomfort or repulsion, (3) causing harm; marked by misfortune.
Looking up he frowns upon seeing another grey, cloudy sky above him. The wind brings about a strong gust that chills him to the bones and forces him to pull the collar on his coat up higher. Stuffing his hands in his pocket he leans back up against the brick building, watching traffic speed by and the few pedestrians foolish enough to be outside in this cold, windy afternoon weather.
The clock in the center town goes off signaling the time and drawing his attention away from the busy streets. Letting out a heavy sigh Jacob hunches his shoulders and quickly heads back inside not wanting to be back late from his lunch – again. Once inside the difference in temperature is immediate as he begins to unfasten his coat and walk through the hallway. Despite the alcove being a much longer route to get back to his cubicle Jacob still turns down it and can't help but smile at the freshness that the plants inside offer. It's more of a tiny greenhouse than anything with a few fountains and the only goldfish pond in the city.
Standing he admires the giant koi and other variety of goldfish that he has never bothered to learn. When he looks down the hallway his brow furrows, nostrils flare and the frown upon his face deepens as he sees 'her' coming. He's seen her in passing as she works in the same building but on a different floor. Her name is Leah and she is the walking and physical manifestation of evil. The way she walks around the floors with her long, silky black hair, wearing the standard issued coveralls that are required in their building and her sash. She bears the sash proudly declaring her virginity to all that see her; the sash is wrapped tightly around her waist, succeeding in only accentuating her curves – curves that no man has not touched or probably will ever touch.
Jacob's eyes tighten as Leah comes closer, her hips swaying drawing all male eyes, her full lips parted slightly as they mumble incoherent words and her big brown eyes remain fixed on the clipboard in her hand. He hated her and the evil sexuality and confidence that she exuded; there was nothing that Jacob wanted more than to show the stuck-up cunt that she wasn't better than him, better than any of them.
The sweet smell of her body comes closer and closer as his heart beats faster and faster. His hands clenching open and shut as he tries to fight the anger that is building inside of him for the woman that will simply pass him, as if he didn't matter – as if she was completely oblivious to the affect that she was having upon him.
She approaches closer and closer until finally he's had enough. Opening his eyes, steeling his jaw Jacob walks towards her, his eyes coal black as he snatches her up by the forearm. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in shock as he drags her across the alcove towards the furnace room.
"Excuse me, let me go." She hisses as she fights to break his grasp on her. Jacob smirks to himself as her efforts are futile; she may be strong sexually but physically he possesses the upper hand. Without pausing one moment the pair is inside the furnace room and after throwing her to the ground does he lock the door behind them. She's tormented him for so long that he's had time to plan what he would do to her, the vixen, whenever she finally pushed him to the breaking point. The furnace is forever running and will easily muffle any sounds that she may make.
"What do you think you're doing?" Leah demands standing up and begins fixing her coveralls and pushing her hair out of her face.
That's right make yourself look even more pure, in controlled and presentable, you bitch.
Jacob watches as Leah looks around, the fear beginning to become visible in her eyes. He watches closely as her hands cup together to rest securely in between her firm, perky breasts. His nostrils flare and he growls in anger as her vain and temptress ways come out even when she's uncertain of what will happen next.
Walking up to her he pushes her against the wall, a cry of surprise and pain, escaping her lips – encouraging a smirk from his. Wordlessly, he begins to tear the coveralls from her body, the fastens are popping off with the force as her cries and tiny fists try to deter him from his actions – his goal. In a matter of minutes, she stands before him naked and his eyes greedily drink in the sight. Her skin is a soft tan, olive-colored, speaking volumes of a possibly shared heritage that has been long forgotten over time and life in the city. Her legs are long, lean, and muscular and look heavenly as does her tight, round, firm ass.
His eyes darken as he places one hand on her shoulder and roughly shoves it into the wall allowing him a clear frontal view of her body. Her tiny hands do a horrible job of covering her breasts and the hair of her womanly part looks soft. She whimpers as his hand travels down from her shoulder, along her arm, down her ribs, waist, hips and thighs. There's a sense of power in feeling her body shiver under his light touch and his eyes darken before he gives a similar and mocking smile. He can see the unshed tears in her eyes as she shakes her head slowly and opens her mouth preparing to let her beautiful lips seduce him into letting her go.
He can hear her soft gasp as he looks up and grabs hold of the chains and handcuffs that he attached some months ago when he walked up and caught her on her hands and knees gathering up some spilt papers. She had a small pout upon her face and the way her ass was wiggling as she reached over to collect them to her, he felt the need to spank her since that is obviously what she was asking for.
"You can't do this." She cries out as he closes the cuffs tightly around her wrists.
Of course, you'd think that.
He doesn't answer and instead pulls her forward along the rigging that that has been installed. Her feet drag across the cold concrete floor in some form of protest as he spins her like a piece of meat before locking the hook in place. Walking behind her he picks up the belt that is hanging on the wall and he can already feel his manhood aching – it's her fault; she's tainted his mind, heart and body. She's the evil that needs to be punished just like any sinner, criminal and evildoer.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asks through tears and he only scoffs at her tears because the punishment – the pain, the cleansing – still has yet to come.
Unfastening his coveralls Jacob steps out revealing his own body. He doesn't want there to be anything on his coveralls that will give away his activities when he finally does return back to work, if at all today. Fisting her hair, he pulls his arm back, the one holding the leather belt, and quickly brings it down upon her ass. The sound of leather against skin, her cry of pain and pounding of blood in his ears turns him on as he pulls back and deals out another hard lash.
Her skin begins to redden everywhere he whips her and he can see the welts quickly forming on her smooth, virgin skin. During the whipping he'd let go of her hair leaving her free to wriggle and writhe around trying to escape the belt in her blind fear. Her body has turned around and not even her breasts, stomach or ribs have gone untouched from the belt.
She stands straining in her cuffs, her weight adding pressure to her wrists, crying, her eyes red and puffy and her body covered in sweat. Swallowing in a gulp of air Jacob wipes his brow to prevent more sweat from dripping into his eyes. He's out of breathe, the exertion of punishing her for her sins exhausting him more than he thought possible. Even now her body, beaten, bruised and bloodied still leaves him lusting for her.
"No more, please." She begs as another bout of sobs escapes her, violently shaking her body.
"Do you see this?" Jacob snarls as he stands beside her, looking down at her head – finally hanging in shame – as she tries to shy away from him. "Do you see this?" Jacob demands grabbing her hair and turning her head to look down at his still erect manhood. "This is why this is happening to you. Because you and your evil presence brought this about."
She cries out and tries to get out of his grasp.
She still has some fight in her – good.
Reaching up Jacob loosens the handcuffs and watches as she drops to the cold ground like garbage coming out of a chute. His eyes narrow as she still tries to cover herself, try to hide her body from his eyes and keep her dignity.
No, she'll have no shred of dignity or modesty left when I'm done.
Dropping to his knees Jacob forces Leah's legs open and growls as her hands begin to try and claw at his face, to fight him off. However, his huge size and strength overpowers her as one hand grabs hold of both her wrists and pins them to the ground above her head. Grabbing hold of his manhood he moans feeling how hard and hot it feels in his hand.
She continues to beg for him to stop, tries to bargain with him that she'll be good from now as he lowers the head of his manhood and positions it at her entrance. Licking his lips he can almost taste her desperation in the sweat on his face as he slowly slides into her. She screams but he moans as he feels her walls already tightening around his head. Closing his eyes he thrusts his hips into hers quickly and the barrier inside of her is only felt for a second as it breaks under his power.
His body begins to move on its own working to his release. His hips pound into her over and over again – hard. He loves how tight she is, warm, wet and wonders why he waited so long to be with a woman, to do this to her. His moans and groans mixes with her cries as he ravishes her body. Looking down at her he can see the sadness in them; the confidence is gone – long gone. He smiles at her, gently caresses her tear and dirt-stained cheeks knowing that he's knocked her off her pedestal.
"You're so beautiful," He whispers to her softly still thrusting inside of her slowly and determinedly. "Just so damn sexy, desirable – pure," There's irony in his voice as his smiles widen and her lips turn down into a deep pout.
"Was pure, right? But now you're dirty, vile and tainted just like the rest of society." She blinks slowly and he watches as her throat bobs a little when she swallows. Reaching down beside him he grabs the last instrument that he will use on her. The cool handle excites him as he begins to pick up his pace. Curses begins to fall from his lips as he feels his climax quickly coming; he's been nursing it for Lord only knows how long, wanting to prolong this moment, this feeling.
A victorious smile graces his lips as despite the violation that is taking place that Leah still cums for him. He feels her sweet walls contract around him, choking his manhood and he leans down capturing her sweet plump lips with his own as he climaxes. He cries out his orgasm as his other hand comes up with the cool handle, the metal glinting in the faint light and as her mouth opens to scream out her pleasure and pain does he do it – slice her throat. Her hot blood squirts out on his chest as his body continues shooting out all the seed that he has; it feels as if every last drop of semen from every time she excited him is spilling from him in this moment. He does not stop until he is certain that her heart has finally stopped beating, her walls loosen around him and her blood ceases to spurt out.
The heavy beating of his heart does not let up even after the act is long over with. Closing his eyes tight does Jacob try to take in a deep and calming breathe.
His eyes shoot open once he feels a warm and slight touch on his hand. She starts back a little startled by his sudden jerk. He looks at her – Leah – standing before him, in her blue standard issued overalls, her long, silky black hair still framing her face perfectly and beautifully, her lips turned down into a small, adorable pout of concern this time instead of concentration. As he looks into her eyes, for the first time in such a close proximity, he feels an odd sensation overcome him, now coming face-to-face with his tormentor, the drive behind his lust, anger and frustration.
"Are you alright?" She asks and he gets the feeling that this isn't the first time that she's asked the question.
He opens his mouth preparing to give an answer, an explanation but his throat swells up as his eyes widen in a slight panic.
"I noticed that you were standing here…breathing heavily – are you asthmatic?" She asks and shutting his eyes tightly does he shake his head 'no'.
"My brother suffers from asthma so there's no shame in it. Here sit down." Leah orders softly as she tugs on his arm and gently pushes him down on the stone bench near the goldfish pond.
Sitting side-by-side in silence, with only the bubbling of the water breaking making a sound, Jacob gives Leah a sidelong glance. He realizes that she's sitting on the far end of the bench, there's plenty of room for one more person to sit in between them and brings to mind the hatred that he has for her and the evil within her.
"Don't you have to get back to work?" Jacob asks with a cold, harsh tone that draws her attention.
"Probably but I'll wait and make sure that you're okay, first." Leah says with a shrug choosing to either ignore his attitude or maybe in her innocence she isn't even aware of it.
Looking at her Jacob realizes that he hates her because she is young, pretty and sexless. That because he wants to go to bed with her and knows that he never will adds to his hatred. He hates that because of her round sweet supple waist, which seems to be begging him to encircle it with his arm, that he can't and it's all because of the sash that she parades around her waist – the symbol of her chastity.
Jacob looks up quickly as Leah's hand raises and she twists her body to look down at her side, the same side he is staring at intently.
"Oh, the sash," She says with a little chuckle. "Can I let you in on a little secret?" She asks in a conspiratorial tone. Over his better judgment Jacob nods his head and looks around, same as she, to ensure that no one will see how close they get. "This is really my cousin's sash." Leah says with a mischievous smirk. "I only wear it so I don't have to worry about being harassed while at work."
The news hits Jacob – hard. He looks at her in a brand new light.
"W – why would you tell me this?" Jacob asks inhaling deeply and sitting up to his full height. Leah opens her mouth preparing to answer his question when both their names are called over the PA system. She offers him a quick apologetic smile before standing up with her clipboard in hand. He's amazed that she stands waiting for him to stand up and even puts out a hand as if she could steady him if he was still woozy or stumbled. Once she is certain that he is alright does she turn and walk away.
Watching her leave does a thought occur to Jacob that she wasn't the evil one – never was. She was simply a girl that had been blessed with beauty while he was the one filled with evil. He was tainted, immoral, and reprehensible. Exhaling and shaking his head Jacob promises to not walk by the alcove again, to steer clear of Leah and not allow his lust and hatred to consume him and destroy the remaining bit of purity and good that is in his small world.
A/N: So there goes my Evil. This was inspired by George Orwell's 1984 where the main character has an interest in female who he seems to have paranoid delusions about. If you read it then you know what transpires between the two and don't worry about the ending of the book. But that was a bit of angst for your day. I figured I'd post this before I left for work so I'm on a time crunch right now but thanks to everyone for the book suggestions I will definitely give them all a shot. And since the ten million dollar question of the week has been, 'so do you like your new shift'? The answer is: NO! I don't like it and what can you possibly get done in the morning? Unlike the rest of my co-workers I do enjoy taking my time at a bookstore and other stores. I don't want to be rushed and put on a thirty minute time constraint. Pfft, you can keep that and I don't like the idea of the family beating me in putting their pajamas on. Hmph, I put my PJs on first and the rest follow my lead like the sheep they are. Plus side, at least I don't have to worry about being told 'save some for everybody else' because there's no one in the kitchen to eat with. I'm even more out of the loop than ever now! I happened to overhear that…you know what: time, time, time. I'll save for that later but you all know what to do. Be kind and review. Nobody likes a closet reader that can't take a minute to say 'wow, this is really good' or 'man…this really sucks'. You know what…nobody likes that person. *shakes head* If you're going to give bad criticism then make sure it's CONSTRUCTIVELY bad criticism. Be specific so that others can improve and if you don't know how to do that than…well…obviously, there's something wrong with you. I mean that, right now…cuz it's that time of the month. So Kei has a pass to be a bitch today. So me and my angry kitten are gonna sit at work, do our job and read the latest book on the nightstand 1Q84 and woe to the person who crosses me today.
BYE!
Update: There was a correction made to the author's name for 1984. I really need to do some fact checking and stop trying to eyeball books in my closet because my eyesight isn't the best. =P But huge thanks to memorybleeds for pointing out my mistake.