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-neosavvy

Chapter 13

"You fear having no control?" Crane wrenches me, his fingertips touching each other around the circumference of my now frail arms.

"What I still want to know is..." He reaches for the straps of my straight-jacket. "…how much do I frighten you?"

My heart leaps, my stomach lurches.

"…And how long until it doesn't…how will you react to me from now on…?"

"You…you're so sick. You're so hopelessly sick…"

"That my dear Kyra, is all a matter of perspective. Who am I to fight my true nature? Would that not be considered 'sick'?"

I shake my head.

"You're all wrong."

He breathes in then out, biting gently the corner of his lip in contemplation as his eyes ignite in front of me.

"Still haven't learned."

I meet his eyes.

"I've learned quite a lot."

I hardly notice the soft unbuckling of my straightjacket until he begins to lift it over my head. He tosses it aside.

"What…?" I whisper.

"Hush." He commands as he slides a strong hand under my shirt.

'No…'

"Please no…"

His hand cradles my rib cage as he deftly sweeps me onto my back, cupping my head lest it should collide with the floor. He is on top of me in an instant.

"You're no better than Demitri." I whisper.

Crane grabs a handful of my hair and hisses into my face, jerking my head to the side.

"I ensure you than I am far better than he is. You'd be wise to say no more."

I place both feet firmly onto the floor and prepare my weakened muscles. This is my only chance to dislodge him. I thrust my pelvis upward and Crane is thrown upward into my fist. The small blow shifts him to the side as I roll out from underneath him. I rush to my feet but am pulled down immediately. A terrible growl resonates from behind me as my ankle is caught, slamming me belly first onto the floor.

I strain to break his clasp on my ankle, clawing at his hands like a trapped animal.

"No…no!" I scrape at the floor as I feel his hand grab me by the back of my shirt, pulling me backward. His steel grip grinds into my boney leg as he flips me onto my back once again. I twist in attempt to turn back over but he crawls on top of me.

"Please Doctor Crane, please don't do it, you don't have to, please…"

I begin to sob as he pushes my arms outstretched and against the floor. I flex against him yet his lean weight is crushing upon me.

"Don't…please…stop!" My voice heightens then creaks to a squeak at the last word.

Crane breathes one final breath as his seals my arms with one final push downward, inhibiting me completely. He is sitting practically on my chest due to my previous stunt.

"I was originally going to do this differently but as usual you've given me no other option."

"You've plenty of options!" I scream at him. "Please… don't hurt me…not anymore...you've done enough."

"That is why you are here!" He shouts at me, daring to release just a fraction of his rage.

"Doctor Crane I'm…" I wrack with sobs, tears evacuating hastily in quick panic.

"You're what? Afraid?" His voice thickens to an even richer, darker tone.

I lean my head to the side in defeat as well as the incorrectness of his response in a final attempt to rid him from my view.

He sits back slightly, hungrily attentive in genuine intrigue. I watch him take a moment to understand my esoteric message. His mouth parts slightly, his eyes flame, then it all darkens upon his reckoning.

Crane snickers at me.

"I see." His slight shock twists into abundant malice, a terrible, dark smirk across his beautiful face.

"You had better hold onto something then."

He dives down, molesting my lips with his own. After long, few moments he sits upright and removes my pants. A cold rush sends shivers down my legs; the floor is untouchably cold against my bare abdomen. I break out into a ferocious ripple of goose bumps. I hear him remove his own. He slides my arms to my sides and holds them down. I feel him part my legs with his knees, keeping one in-between just in case. He looks at me one final time.

Tears flee as I close my eyes.

"You won't find answers." My voice is minute.

'He doesn't have my mind. He doesn't have my mind. It's only my body…only my body.'

"You look at me." Ice, his voice is pure ice.

I dare to open them. When I do I see no fantastically fashioned creature before me. I see pure, undiluted evil intentions of a wicked man. Surely this is the true face that evil bares. No masks, no theatrical elements to dramatize that which is unseen. Evil is ordinary. It can be beautiful; it can seem kind, feel secure, but underneath the veneer, once revealed by action, is the thick, unmistakable face of evil. And it is captivating. And as so, it captivates and devours.

Mine has been a slow consumption, a long, savoring chew of everything that I am. Portions spooned here and there upon desire, some saved for later devouring. Should he choose to swallow me, then he will choke on me.

But it will be unexpected.

'I will be unexpected.'

Violently he pushes into me.

I cry out in pain as he rips through me.

'Did he just set me on fire?'

The freeze beneath told me otherwise.

"Please stop! Please! You're hurting me!"

I could not halt my frantic, intrinsic responsive need for him to stop the pain. I squirm in great fervor, in hapless futility I struggle against this man.

A wild burning surges its electric pain throughout my body as my legs begin to numb. I feel dizzy and on the verge of vomiting. He is too rough with me. I try to scoot upward, anything to soften his thrusts. Crane anticipates this and so tightens his grip on my arms.

"You stop." He commands forcefully.

"You stop!" I shout back at him but am immediately stunned silent by a mind-numbing wave that signified another too-hard thrust.

Surge after brutal surge he rapes me, searching deeper with every movement, lounging into me with unrestrained force.

'I'm ruined!'

Even more terrifyingly, I feel my body start to respond.

'No! No fucking way!'

Again, I fight to break free, struggling to move my arms against his, forehead stretching to collide with his nose. The heels of my feet chisel against the ice cold floor, burning my skin with frozen bite.

"I told you to stop!" Crane raises a threatening tone.

He fluidly flips me onto my back, pulling tight my right arm behind me. He looms over my back and fervently thrusts back into me. I cry out once again. Crane presses the side of my face completely against the floor, violating me with all the anger he had previously repressed. He is making me feel it now. I close my eyes and imagine I'm elsewhere. There is sunlight there, warm, gentle sunlight. Another too deep thrust and pain swallows me, my mouth open in silent scream. I pretend I just leapt into the cool, crisp ocean of my beautiful mindscapes.

I will not drown in the water there.

Then it all stops as I feel him pour his toxin into me. Crane clutches his hands possessively onto my sides, his fingertips almost touching around my small waist. He pulls me further into him as it takes all I have not to pass out. Crane pauses for a moment as I hear him collect himself. His hands release my now bruised sides and flatten on the floor on either side of me. I watch the angry heat fight the coolness of the tile in a spill of murky condensation. A dark shadow overhead warns of his approaching face. Crane leans close to my ear; his plush lips brush my fine skin.

"I've marked you Kyra. You are mine now. I have forever taken something away from you."

I suck in my quivering sobs.

"You're body is a tool I'm using against you."

Crane removes himself and again deftly flips me onto my back.

"Time to work on that mind of yours…"

He holds both my arms at the wrists and wrenching them downward and into my chest.

"Now…"

He takes one hand and slides it near my inner thigh.

"Do you see where I'm going with this?" That all too rich voice now a deadly hiss.

'You've done enough…'

"Let's see how you respond." Crane murmurs as he slips his murderous fingers into me.