She felt herself drowning. She felt like she was suffocating; she couldn't breathe no matter how many times she gasped for breath. The sensations were too many, they were overwhelming her senses. It was beyond anything she could describe. She felt sensation after sensation till she felt numb to them. She didn't know whether it was good or bad, but she knew it was not what she wanted. She wanted to escape from this euphoria, she wanted this world to end. She began to resist these feelings, pushing against the thing that evoked these feelings in her body. She forced her eyes open, she wanted to see the world; she wanted to see reality. She wanted to be free.
Peter kept going and going for what felt like hours. Calleigh had long quieted her praises and declarations of love. He did not care anymore. She was his and he was sure that he had broken whatever happiness and supposed love Eric and Calleigh thought they had found. He knew that Calleigh was meant for him. She was always meant to be his. He grinned as he thought about the life him and Calleigh were going to have together. He dreamed about their children and their house with the white picket fence. He knew that it would be perfect. But all he needed to do first was to get rid of this bastard Eric. He knew Calleigh was only with him to use up time, waiting for her true lover. Him. He turned to look at Eric in the corner and saw that his body was sagged and that his head hang low with what looked like defeat written all over his body. It was beautiful in Peter's eyes to know that he broke the heart of a toy; a mere boy in Calleigh's eyes.
Peter grinned and said in a sardonic voice, "She likes it you know. Hasn't stopped moaning like the whore she is." He laughed when Eric's head went up and his eyes flashed dangerously with nothing but pure rage. Peter was sure that if he were to let Eric go, the man would probably kill him with his bare hands. Peter laughed again and began to move again making Calleigh thrash under him. He chuckled again when he saw the pain go through Eric's eyes again. "I think at the rate we're going she'll get pregnant. Unfortunately for you and your child, I don't raise other men's children, so your little bastard is going to have to go." Eric began to pull at his restraints once again. Peter laughed at him. He looked back to Calleigh when his grinned disappeared. Her eyes were open and she was pushing against his body, trying to push him away. She was saying no quietly and kept repeating it until her voice began to pick up volume. Her hallucinogens were wearing off. She was crying for Eric with every breath she took. Peter looked back at Eric and saw the smallest sliver of hope enter his eyes. He looked back to Calleigh with rage in his eyes and He lashed, hitting her across her face. She screamed out from the blow. "You stupid bitch!! I told you that you would pay for infidelity. And it will start with him." Peter pointed in Eric's direction and walked toward him after leaving the bed and grabbing and FBI standard pistol. He stopped in front of Eric and pointed the end of the pistol to his forehead in an execution style.
Eric sat there, trying to block out the sounds of what he felt had been happening for hours, but he knew it had only been for a couple of hours. His mind was tormented with the sounds and his heart was wracked with the words that left Calleigh's lips. He knew it was not her fault but he couldn't help but feel betrayed and hurt. He didn't look until he heard Peter talking to him. "She likes it you know. Hasn't stopped moaning like the whore she is." He felt the rage boil up in him in a white hot flash and he wish he could break these restraints to regain the upper hand on Peter. He tried to block out his words, but Peter said something that made his blood boil and made his heart pound as if it was going to break from his chest. "I think at the rate we're going she'll get pregnant. Unfortunately for you and your child, I don't raise other men's children, so your little bastard is going to have to go." Eric couldn't stop himself from pulling on the restraints. He wanted to kill Peter Elliott with all his might. But he stopped when he saw Calleigh starting to resist Peter; she was waking from the hallucination Peter in. Eric felt the smallest sliver of hope enter his body, but he flinched when Peter reached out and hit her across the face. He heard Peter leave the bed and said something quietly to Calleigh. When Eric raised his head, his eyes widened as he was staring down the barrel of a gun. His eyes flashed to the bed where he saw Calleigh with her eyes watching in shock and in fear.
