Before I go on I truly love Beatrice, I really do with all my heart and soul. I want everyone to know that she was always on my mind even when I was about to did do the unforgivable. Rebecca has been prisoner for a couple of months now being rebellious and stubborn as expected. First I made it easy by making her work with the prisoners then when she tried to escape I put her wits to the test by various torture techniques. I can tell she was suffering but still she held her ground. Usually I would get a little frustrated at this point and either plain kill her or find other ways to break a person (mostly from the help of my Beatrice). Even though she was being difficult I had another technique that can work really well and most of the time it was used on woman I had attraction for: seduction.
For three days Rebecca's punishment was to be imprisoned in a freezer for an hour then in a room about 110 degrees Fahrenheit for about the same time then back into the cold room again. Right now she was in the cold room were she was tied in a straight jacket. I can tell she looked exhausted yet she still had the same sarcasm. "It's….hard…for me…..to play with myself with this thing," she said almost weakly. Of course you'll say that, I thought. I told her it was a shame and ordered the guards to bring her back out. "To the hot room already?" she asked, I can tell there was a hint of fear in her voice. At least she was breaking down in some form.
Instead of putting her in the hot room we went to one of my gardens, a rose garden to be persist were it was just the right temperature. Rebecca looked around with confusion. "Are you trying to get me out on a date?" asked Rebecca, "Cause if you are I'm unavailable."
"Is that so?" I asked picking one of the roses, I winced as one of the thorns pricked my finger. "Then why is he dead?"
"Hey, fyi you are the one that killed him, not me," defended Rebecca, ha-ha I struck a cord, she was breaking as we speak. "FYI, Rebecca, you where never really faithful, were you?" I said giving her the rose. Her eyes looked at me with shock saying how can I know this. I can tell by simply touching her skin as I did a day ago when I took her hand. I had a brief glimpse of her sleeping a man I knew wasn't her boyfriend. Another wonderful gift to the Tower.
"Rebecca, let's not kid ourselves," I said walking behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and took in the sent of her lust. "You are attracted to me, I'm attracted to you so I was thinking…." I whispered into her ear as one hand cupped her breast while the other traveled down to her crouch. She shivered slightly as I brushed my finger against her clitoris. "We should make love, not war," I said planting my mouth on hers. As I worked my charms on her I got her all hot and bothered till she was so close I stopped.
"W-why did you stop?" she asked in a mist of delirium. I was grinning from ear to ear, it was all going according to plan. "Do you want some more, Rebecca?" I asked slyly. Knowing her I was expecting her to be stubborn but all the chips went falling into place when she nodded her head in agreement. I gave her a passionate kiss then told her to come to my apartment in an hour then left with a plan to get Beatrice out my place for an hour or two. Before I finally reached my apartment I didn't feel any shame till I laid eyes upon my Bea.
She always looked beautiful but today she was glowing in radiance. Bea wore a dazzling blue dress with diamond ear rings. Her hair was done up with a diamond studded clip leaving one lock of hair dangling on the side of her face. There was no flaw to be seen, every feature of her face and body looked like she was made by the angels. A Goddess was standing in my apartment and I was about to send her away to be with another woman. My God, I'm so ashamed.
"Bea….you're….beautiful," I said almost breathless. Her smile faltered a little as she saw the guilt on my face.
"What's wrong, Jude?" she asked with concern as she walked up to me, her hand caressing my face. The guilt depended even further by the gentle touch, for what I was about to do she should strike me hard across the face. I took the hand away not wanting to look at her further, as much as I wanted to go down on my knees and beg for forgiveness I must continue on with my plan to break Rebecca. My pride, my down fall.
"You look so gorgeous, Bea."
"Yeah, usually I don't do this but I thought I should wear something nice for our first year anniversary together, it's my birthday and it's Christmas Eve and your birthday is after mine so….I wanted to be special," she said with excitement and glee that I would have gladly joined if it wasn't for the shame so horrible I had to hold back tears. "Oh Bea….I'm so sorry."
"Sorry for-" I silenced her as I passionately kissed her which filled me with more shame because it felt like the kiss I gave Rebecca earlier. "For forgetting those three special days and being so nicely dressed I feel ashamed of myself," I said feeling the regret getting worse by the minute. "Where are we going to celebrate?"
"I was thinking the Rose Garden." Oh shit! Can't this feeling get any worse? "Rose Garden, eh?"
"Where you thinking of something else because we can go to one of-"
"No, no, no, no it's fine I just want you to wait for me while I get myself prepared," I said my voice sounding higher then usual. Beatrice gave me a questioning look. "How long should I wait for you?"
"About an hour," I said almost hurriedly. I can tell by her face she wanted to ask why but gave me a kiss on the cheek telling me she'll be waiting for me then left. Once she was gone I went to the proceeding of hiding Beatrice things before Rebecca arrived. I didn't want Rebecca getting curious about her things. By the time everything was hidden Rebecca arrived. She was beautiful but she was nothing like my Bea.
"So….," she said half smiling, "where do we-" I cut her off by forcing my lips on hers. Please stop, please stop, please stop, my mind kept repeating over and over but I kept on going. Even if I wanted to stop I was too high on lust to care. With great ease she was on all fours on the bed and I took her without a second thought. Through this whole time I was thinking about Bea with her blue dress and diamonds. All I wanted was for this to be over as soon as possible so I could be with her. With this in mind I imagined Bea with her dress partially undone, playing with herself. The image got me to go faster and harder. Already I was at the point of no return, I just wished I could have kept my mouth shut. "Oh my God, Bea!" I shouted out my release. It took a moment for Rebecca to realize I said the wrong name.
"Wait…I'm not Bea. Who's Bea?" asked Rebecca. Before I could even defend myself the last voice I wanted to hear answered at the doorway.
"That's me," said Bea, her eyes nearly brimming with tears as well as anger. I can tell she was angry by how badly the silver bracelets burned against my wrists.
"Bea, I can explain-Oh Fuck!" I yelped at how bad the pain was getting, it felt like the fire was going up my arms.
"EXPLIAN? There's nothing to fucking explain!" shouted Beatrice marching up to me and slapping me hard across the face multiple times. "Apparently-you-forgot-that-I-was-in-the-Rose-Garden, YOU DICK!"
"Whoa, lady calm down."
"Don't you dare tell me to calm the fuck down, Becky!"
"Hey, I don't like being-What the fuck!" screamed Rebecca as Beatrice grabbed hold of both her wrists which glowed a golden color then she let go of the wrists. Rebecca now wore bracelets that were made out of bronze.
"Wh-what d-did you d-do to me?"
"You're a slave to a slave which means I'm your mistress," she said gaining some calm then she turns to me, there was still fury in her features. "As for you, Snow White, you ever go behind my back again I will break up with you and make sure every single day is a misery, is that clear?" I was about to answer when the emergency sirens began to ring.