Fucking hell. I completely forgot to put this in the first chapter. I do not own Cruel Intentions or its characters. Just the ones that I create on my own. There.
Chapter 2—
He shoves past me and I wait for the distant slam from the entrance of the penthouse. Once I hear his departure, I immediately call for everyone in the house to stop the goddamn fires he created in his haste. They all come running in like mice and I quickly hurry my way into his darkroom. He's ripped away every goddamn thing. FUCK.
The film. He cut the film up into pieces. Bastard.
I side-step the photo paper lying all over the ground and begin feeling the floor. Liquid meets my touch and I find my dress begin to feel heavier at the hems. What the fuck. He poured chemical all over the fucking floor?! My motions quicken as I try to find the hidden floorboard. Goddamn you Sebastian.
The broken line finally crosses my fingertips and I lift. Tiny drops of chemical have already managed its way through the crack and begun to slightly seep into the box. I quickly pick up what I hid and make my way out of the room.
Water and people were everywhere as they tried to contain the mess he created. I didn't give a fuck as long as I got what I needed.
As I tip-toed around, I noticed his cameras lying on the floor. Broken. He broke his fucking cameras. I immediately notice the Hasselblad I bought him. It cost me a fucking fortune to get it for him and there it was, looking as if a war went through its lens and caused it to combust from within.
I drop the box and grab the remains. Pushing whoever was in my way as I got to the window, I pulled back and threw it out. And everything blurred after that.
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"Sebastian…" she hisses at him.
He only smirks in response and continues staring ahead.
"Sebastian, I mean it. Release my ass this instant. What if mother turned around and saw you feeling me up."
His hands moved upward and his index finger started tracing its way up her spine.
She gasped a split second and caught herself right before the photographer took their photo.
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Legs tangled in an inhumane way, she looked at him again, momentarily forgetting she was trying to escape the bind he held her in. Taking her hand up, she slowly caressed his cheeks and ran her fingers through his hair. Mine. All mine. She smirked at the thought. And suddenly a thought struck her.
Lightly moving his arm away from her midriff, she stretched her upper body and reached for the camera on his nightstand. Only a centimeter away. She growled and pushed a little further until she was able to grab it. The camera in her hands, she worked to set it up for the lighting in the room and depth. He wasn't the only person that knew how to work a camera.
Moving back towards him, she touched his forehead with hers, placed her free hand to the back of his head, and whispered something indistinctive as she took a photo from above.
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Carefully place the film right in the middle. I move up to catch the light on the other side and move it ever so slightly to the right. Re-developing everything is a fucking pain in the ass. My nerves take over and one of my hands or arms involuntarily juts out from time to time. The intensity of being a master at this is taking its toll on me. But I digress.
As I move the film through that black film holder or whatever the damn thing is called, a memory clouds over my focus.
Her legs dangle freely as she sits on the counter. Blackness surrounds her. She opted not to turn on the light, wanting to surprise him. The sound of footsteps reach her ears and she countdowns in her head. 4, 3, 2,…
He flicks the red light on and suddenly red replaces black.
She watches him for a while. The rhythm he's mastered from years of doing this, like forming memories to the surface was an easy thing he could just easily breeze through.
She has lost all traces of reality and certainty as she stares openly, occasionally double-checking to see if she was still in the darkness of his vision.
With his back turned once more, she decides to startle him.
"Hello Sebastian."
His whole body immediately stiffens and she can feel the moment his heart becomes irregular. He never could anticipate when she struck.
He turns around as he addresses her.
"Jesus, how long have you been there?"
"Too long if you ask me. But what's a girl to do?"
He chuckles and she smirks. It's like clockwork, motions. They react without thought. She was advised against this but fuck it. Who the fuck cared if the other was an equal in every sense of the word?
His quick strides brings him standing between her legs. Leaning in until his lips were lightly touching her ear, he retorts.
"Bitch is more like it, sis."
She smacks him and he laughs.
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It's dizzying, thinking like this. Contemplating like this. Coming up with different ways of looking at this. The ceiling slightly spins under my scrutiny. A sigh escapes and I rush off my bed to my vanity.
I look like shit. And everything begins to cloud again. I scream and let the pain consume me. I let the blood rush to my fingertips and I hit. I throw. I slam. The adrenaline drives me as I tear through my room. It was never supposed to go this way. I'm beginning to lose myself in this destruction. I'm beginning to lose myself between reality and still images. I can't tell the difference. I need to snap out of this. Someone please bitch slap me across the face. I'd welcome the pain.
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"Kathryn…" someone whispers.
My eyes fly open. My heart rate intensifies and I sit up.
POUND.
I turn wildly around to pinpoint where this voice was coming from.
As I begin to relax my shoulder blades, it comes again.
"Kathryn…"
POUND.
Goddamn it, am I hallucinating now?
I let my arms drift back onto the bed and close my eyes again.
"Kathryn…""What asshole? I'm trying to sleep here. Leave me alone."
Shove, flick the middle finger, throw the pillow over head.
"Kathryn…"
Her voice is muffled as she says her retort and he inquires on what she said.
Slightly moving her head to the side, her head pokes out by an inch and anger is clearly etched on her face.
"Either shut the fuck up and sleep next to me in silence or get your motherfucking ass off my bed and out of my room or so help me Sebastian, I will fuck you up so badly you won't be able to utter a word for weeks."
"I just…"
"UGH… goddamn it. Fine, what is so goddamn important that you're waking me up at," she takes a pause to glance at the clock and fire is obviously re-ignited, "3:30am in the morning!"
He takes a hold of her hand and gives her a squeeze.
"I just wanted to see if you were real, if I was actually here. That you were still you and wouldn't want to snuggle into me like some stupid debutante."
She looked offended for a split second. Then it passed and a smile started creeping in and she squeezed his hand back.
"Alright, get the fuck out of my room and go sleep in your own bed. You're staring to sicken me."
With that, she promptly kicked him off the bed and wrapped all the sheets around her tiny body. Outraged cussing could clearly be heard from the floor but she simply just smirked and started drifting off back to sleep.
Right.
Like things were really that simple around there.
POUND.
S: Enjoy. You seem to be the only one.