Chapter Thirty Five:

The Lamb is in Jeopardy

She woke to the feel of him unwrapping their hands.

"This is driving me insane," he cursed. "I have no intention of trying to relieve myself while strapped to you."

He disappeared into the bathroom and then returned.

He stared at his hand. "What the hell have you done to me?"

"It's just a scar," she whispered.

He grabbed her hand and flipped it over. "What the hell is this?"

Sara stared at the scars on her hand that resembled a cross.

"I don't know," she whispered.

He cursed out loud as he straddled her but groaned when his stomach began to cramp.

"I can't believe this," he gasped.

Sara tried to lie still beneath him.

He rolled off as he clutched his stomach.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" she asked.

"Go!" he groaned.

She reappeared some time later with a towel wrapped around her.

"Get over here!" he ordered.

She approached him warily.

"Now!"

She hurried around the bed.

He grabbed her hand and compared it to his.

It was a matching scar.

"No fallen angel…no demon would be caught dead with this…on his hand," he cursed.

"Why not?" she asked softly.

"It represents…you know what it represents," he muttered.

"Some don't believe He was resurrected…some believe He just died."

"He rose alright," he griped.

She looked surprised at his confession.

His pain eased and he stretched out. "Order breakfast," he said as he closed his eyes.

She picked up the phone and made the order.

Within minutes there was a knock.

This time she brought the cart near the bed.

His eyes opened when he felt the slight nudge.

"Breakfast," she stated softly.

He looked at the food. "There's no meat."

"I'm a vegetarian."

"I'm not!"

She started to pick up the phone and place another order but he replied with clenched teeth, "never mind."

He ate a piece of toast and watched while she devoured the oatmeal and fruit plate.

"Do you always eat that much?"

"I'm hungry," she replied, her sorrow now turning to anger over what Grissom was made to see. "Besides you said I needed some meat on my bones."

"Don't get smart with me, Sara. I can be far worse than your father ever was."

"And you know what happened to him," she countered before she could stop herself.

She expected him to threaten her but instead, he merely laughed.

"I'm going to enjoy taking you," he announced.

Her stomach did somersaults but she continued to eat, knowing she needed the nourishment.

Once she finished, she could not help but notice how he watched her.

"Sara, come here."

She feared the time had finally come as she returned to lie beside him.

He rolled over until she was fully beneath him.

The towel did little to hide her body.

Gently he kissed her, easing down to leave a trail of kisses along her neckline. He dipped down to take in a breast and doubled over in pain.

"Darius….are you alright?"

"Hell, no. I make one move toward you and I feel like I'm being gutted."

He tried several times but the result was the same.

"I could rip someone to shreds right now," he muttered as he rolled off her. "Your fucking bonding has turned me into a eunuch. Just cut off my…" he stopped when he felt her moving from the bed.

"It was a joke. Just cause the equipment isn't working, you're not going to cut it off."

"I'm not," she said quietly. "I could…try."

He gawked at her.

"You could what?" he gaped.

"I could…try to initiate…it."

He couldn't believe his ears.

"An agreement is an agreement," she explained softly.

He pulled her down on top of him.

"Do it," he said.

She placed featherlike kisses along his chest as she timidly took his shaft into her hand.

She stroked him several times but there was no response.

He remained limp.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

She licked her lips. "Wait and see if it improves?"

"It had better…and fast."

He eyed her. "You have no idea what kind of predicament you're in, do you?"

"You can't…so we can't….so we wait," she responded.

"Sara, it's customary for fallen angels of stature to toss off his leftovers to his men."

She looked confused.

"If you're not pregnant within a month then I give you to the guards…for their pleasure."

"We didn't agree…you didn't say…"

"You agreed to be treated like the other she-devils. Now that your bonding left me impotent, it moves up…things. It wasn't supposed to happen until after you gave birth…no heir…no need for you."

Now, he really felt her fear.

"You could try…pills. There's medication for this," she sputtered.

"Oh so I tell my men to go get me some dick pills. I don't think so."

He looked under the covers and grumbled.

"Order it online…have the package sent here."

"That takes time."

"Fed-ex it."

Within minutes he'd drug his laptop into the room and placed the order.

The stress from the past few hours caught up with Sara as she leaned against the wall.

"You might as well sleep while you can. When the pills arrive, we'll be busy."

She nodded as she curled onto the bed.

"Why are you being so cooperative?"

"An agreement is…"

"Right," he mocked.

Sara closed her eyes and was surprised to find out how easy it was for her to drift to sleep.

Grissom ignored the banging on his door.

"You want me to get that?" asked Francis.

Grissom did not respond so Francis let Brass inside.

"Any word?" asked Brass anxiously.

"We saw her," stated Grissom as he sipped on his drink.

Brass glanced at Francis. "Is he sober?"

"Yes, I am," replied Grissom.

"They let us see Sara," bit out Francis.

"Is she alright?"

"She is no longer bound…to Grissom."

"The bastard…raped her," choked out Brass.

"She gave herself to him," cursed Grissom.

"If she did, she did it to protect your sorry ass. Why didn't you try to get her out of that place? You should have waited for me. I would have…"

"There was no danger," replied Grissom as he finished off the drink and then slammed his bedroom door.

"Sara made her choice."

"Like hell! I don't believe it!"

"We heard them all the way down the hall. We saw them…in bed together. She was begging for Darius to continue. Grissom left and never looked back."

"If he forced her to bond with him then she was obsessed…driven to do what she did."

"Fallen angels do not bond with anyone. That is an angelic ritual only. They take many female partners…never clinging to one."

"I'll go and…"

"And get yourself killed. Sara made her choice. Darius warned me…next time we won't be able to just walk away. We will have to fight to stay alive."

"What does Grissom plan to do?" asked Brass.

"Forget her."

Darius cursed as the pills had no effect.

"Maybe it takes more than one," she offered.

"I've taken more than enough. You did this to me!" he boomed.

"I…uhm...I didn't," she protested. "Maybe in a few days….the effects of the bonding will wear off and…"

"You better pray…where the hell did that come from?"

"What?"

He yanked back his hand as if he were going to slap her but halted when she made no move to defend herself.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"Oh this just gets fucking better all of the damn time," he muttered. He groaned from the hotness in his stomach.

"What the hell is it now? I never even touched you!"

"Maybe…maybe you shouldn't curse."

Darius flipped on the video.

He grunted from the pain.

"Darius…maybe you shouldn't watch…if it's painful."

"It's not for my benefit," he gasped.

"I don't want to see it!"

"The guard! He needs to hear…stuff like this."

"Oh."

Darius staggered into the bathroom.

He lost the contents of his breakfast.

He was surprised when she handed him a wet washcloth.

"Don't be nice. I can't stand things that are nice. It's despicable. Oh, I'm going to be sick again."

He leaned against the wall, as he waited for the nausea to pass.

Sara leaned against the other wall.

"Why are you here?" he asked angrily.

"Because you need… someone…me."

"I don't need you," he spat. "Get out of my sight," he seethed.

She tripped over the towel hitting the floor with a thud as her head connected with the chair.

"Geez!" he whined as he made his way to her. "Sara?"

Her lack of response prompted him to grab the washcloth and swiped it across her face several times.

Her hand instinctively went to her head.

"Knot. I didn't do it," he said as he helped her to the bed. "You can't say that I harmed you in any way."

He left the washcloth on her forehead.

"Are you clumsy or what?" he griped.

"Sorry," she murmured.

He touched the bruised place on her forehead and she winced.

"More like a goose egg," he observed.

Her eyes shot open as she looked at him. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Better."

She pulled him toward her.

"Did the knock on the head turn you on or something?"

"We should try," she bit out, wincing with each move.

"You're in no condition to be doing anything horizontal."

"I'll get on top….I'll try something else."

"Why?" he pressed. "Why the urgency?"

"You won't harm or kill them…will you?"

"Not at the moment," he muttered.

She attempted once more to pull him to her but he slipped from her grasp.

"Later when you're not turning green," he agreed. "You probably gave yourself a concussion…women like you like to puke."

"I'm sorry."

"I was being the ass. I…" he stopped in midsentence.

"What's wrong?"

"I've never admitted to being at fault for anything."

"Maybe you're not as fallen as you think."

His eyes darkened. "Don't underestimate me."

Fear crept into her being at his intense stare.

"I won't."

She closed her eyes but he barked at her.

"Stay awake. You might have a concussion."

Her head ached for hours but she did not complain, keeping to herself.

She finally nodded off and he let her as he lay there next to her.

His hand gently attempted to touch her between her thighs but he doubled over falling head first onto her breasts only rewarding him with a worse pain.

It startled her awake and her body froze.

"I don't think I like you," he muttered as he rolled over to his side and fell asleep.

When she woke, she was curled up next to him.

Gingerly she moved away, fearing she would wake him.

"Where are you going?" he barked.

"Bathroom."

She slipped out and was startled when she opened the door only to be pinned against the wall.

"Maybe we need a different position," he whispered.

His lips devoured hers as he ignored the burning sensation in the pit of his stomach.

He continued as he pressed into her but doubled over when he attempted to enter her folds.

"It hurts!"

"Darius…what can I do?" She wrapped her arm around his waist and helped him to the chair.

He slumped down into the chair but grabbed her wrist.

"This is not getting better!" he seethed.

"It will," she pleaded.

"I guess we will see."

Days passed with no change.

Each day he played a different porno video, ignoring the glares of disgust from Sara.

"You taped your conquests?" she asked one evening.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"I like to watch…liked to watch. Since I'm a eunuch now…"

"We can try…"

"You're getting on my nerves," he spat.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," he mocked. "I'm getting tired of this. I need some air."

She tensed.

"I'll be back," he said as he headed toward the door.

"Can I go with you?"

"Hell no! Our women are supposed to do nothing but pleasure us! Stripped naked and…"

"Tied to a bed…checked to see if a pregnancy has occurred," she finished for him.

He eyed her.

"Heather….your mother….Elena told us."

He flew into a rage and she feared him.

He shut the door with a thud.

Sara glanced toward the phone.

You can't call him…

You can't call any of them…

Hours passed and he did not return.

She paced the floor as she waited for him.

The door knob turned and she swallowed as he entered with a bottle in his hand.

"Have a drink with me, Sara."

She shook her head.

"Have a drink," he ordered.

"Please…I can't."

"Why not?"

"I used to drink a lot. I got stopped by the police. I promised…Grissom."

"Well, he's not here now is he?" he challenged.

"How much did you drink?" she whispered.

"What do you care?"

"Are you hungry?" she asked as she skirted around him.

"I'm famished…for my old life!"

He kissed her and her stomach clenched from the stench of alcohol.

She knew the mere kiss had cost him as well by the look on his face.

He leaned against her.

"I want you, Sara."

"You can have me," she whispered.

His fist connected with the wall and she flinched.

"I can't touch you. You're protected…by something."

He breathed in deeply and his eyes widened.

"What kind of game are you playing Sara?"

"I'm not," she swallowed.

He yanked at her blouse sending the buttons flying in different directions.

He reached out to touch her abdomen and she backed away.

"You bitch!" he seethed quietly. "You're already pregnant!"

"Darius, I kept my agreement," she replied calmly even though she was shaking within.

"Like hell! I would know if I've fucked you!"

"You wanted an heir. You wanted your blood line to continue. By bonding with me, your blood mixed with mine…with my child. His or her blood is yours."

"Liar!"

"I'm not. You know that by bonding with someone, the blood is…"

He shoved her against the wall. "This was not part of our agreement."

"Not exactly."

"You were going to pass Grissom's brat off…on me. Why? To protect it? Them? I'll kill them all!"

Note from author:

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