Okay everyone, this is when it's going to start getting slower. Keep in mind that it is a role play, and it takes quite a while to get all three of us online so we can do this. I normally keep one chapter ready after one I post, in case it's been a few days and we haven't gotten another one in yet. It may end up being one chapter posted up a week. I hope it doesn't, because I'm having fun with this role play, but it may end up that way. So, I'm just letting you know ahead of time. Sorry for the wait for this one, but this is going to be about the same amount of waiting it's going to take to get the next one out. Sorry guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own/did not create these characters. All of the characters in this story belong to the writer of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon.

Angelus point of view

Standing behind the Slayer, the Scourge of Europe watched both women -- one who had been, and one who was, his lover with hooded eyes. He stepped closer now that Darla had stripped Buffy down and pressed his chest against her spine, dancing the tips of his fingers along her bare skin, enticing the tiny hairs to stand on end. He spoke into her ear, an unpleasant smile creeping across his mouth like a bloodstain -- seeping and dangerous.

"Reluctant, lover?"

He slid his hands over her body with Angel's graceful touch, felt the response in her labored breathing, her unwilling response to his touch and paused, slipping back around her till he could watch her eyes -- witness her hating him, as he tutored her in the very fine line that existed between pleasure -- he rubbed a thumb over her mouth, then turned to smile at Darla, almost thoughtfully. "That's not like her, well, at least not with me."

He reached down, and picked up a second braided whip from the floor, stretching out the leather tassels and doing a slow circuit of the room -- prowling like a large feline housed in a cage. "You know what I'm going to enjoy the most, lover?" He cracked the whip abruptly, a light blow aimed to lick bloody lines across her thighs and belly -- thin, paper fine cuts appeared, the scent of her blood was enough to entice his game face once more, but he was purposeful in keeping his cool, there was time enough for that -- "Watching you try to keep up that Holier than Thou Slayer cool while I torture you, god it's like a drug, just having her here."

Darla point of view

Seeing Buffy humiliated like this was exhilarating, the cocky little slayer was put in her place at last. She was nothing more than an insignificant speck at the moment, useless for anything more than amusement.

Darla was finding all of this very amusing, watching Angelus touching her, working her up into a frenzy of fear and loathing. The scents the slayer was filling the air with was starting to stir the bloodlust hunger in the pit of her stomach, Darla wanted to sink her fangs into the girl's neck and drink.

But there would be a time for that later, for now she wanted to prolong that moment, to make Buffy squirm and squeal first. As Angelus had his fun with the whip and the slayer, Darla disappeared from Buffy's view, the whips and chains weren't enough for her anymore.

Moving around the small room, Darla gathered various tools and toys together, dumping them on the bed that the cage hung above. She wanted the slayer to be a little more accessible than she was right now, and the cage would suit that purpose perfectly. It was time to step up the game a notch and take it to the next level.

Turning to look over at Angelus, Darla growled playfully at him. As their eyes met, Darla knew Angelus could sense what she was thinking. "Unchain her from the wall and bring her to me." she said silkily, her voice tinted with the excitement she was feeling.

Buffy point of view

Buffy bit her lip as Angelus pressed against her, his hands running over her naked body. She could feel Angelus's bare chest pressing against the skin of her back, and closed her eyes, her thoughts replacing Angelus with Angel. She felt herself beginning to enjoy his touch. Beginning to crave more of it... She felt a moan start to emerge as his hands neared a certain spot, and her eyes snapped open. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. This wasn't Angel. This was not Angel... She couldn't do that again. If she did, things might happen that she really didn't want.

Angelus moved his hands expertly over her small body. Buffy's teeth were clenched to keep herself from doing anything stupid, her breath coming faster than before, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't let it get to her. She just had to ignore it... So, once again, Buffy put her thoughts somewhere else. She imagined she was at home, Dawn on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Xander was fumbling with movies, trying to find some supposedly 'awesome' one, which everyone knew would end up being really stupid, but that's what made it funny. Willow was sitting on the couch next to Buffy, laughing as Xander spoke.

This was better. After a few moments, Angelus's touch faded from her mind, and she saw Willow, Xander, and Dawn as clearly as she could see the room around her if she opened her eyes. She kept herself there, until something rubbed against her lips. Buffy's eyes shot open, and she was surprised to see Angelus in front of her.

As he stepped away from her, Buffy realized something. Dawn... She was home with Willow. She didn't know where Buffy was! How long had Buffy been knocked out? How long had she been here? Oh God...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a whip cracking lightly against her stomach and her thighs. Buffy winced, and glanced down at her skin, seeing blood start to bead around small cuts. If those ended up scarring, she would be really mad. She ignored his Holier than Thou comments, gritting her teeth as more cuts appeared on her skin. "You're going to be in trouble if those scar." Buffy said, her voice empty of emotion except anger.

Buffy's attention turned to Darla when she spoke, and her heart fluttered in her chest, a slight ray of hope entering her mind. Unchain her from the wall... Unchain her, Darla said! Well, this would give her a chance to escape! Buffy forced her expression to remain mostly blank, until she saw what Darla was standing next to. A bed, with a cage suspended over it. If there was any hope on her face before, it was replaced by revoltion and fear. They were going to put her in that thing? Caged, like an animal?

No, they were going to try. Once she was unchained, she'd attack Angelus. If only she had her stake... Buffy glanced over at her jacket, which lay on the floor. Her stake was in the pocket. Oh well. She could still pummel him without her stake, and without her clothes. She prepared herself, watching Angelus, waiting for him to unchain her. She would NOT be put in that cage.

Heh, can you guess which person I play? I play Buffy! So I'm the one being tortured. >

Looks like Buffy's going to be put in a torture cage. The one Angelus described in the second chapter. What's going to happen? Find out in a few days!

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