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Chapter 21 Lovers
Rachel
April 22, 2013
2:33 AM
5 Miles From Arcadia Bay
Dark Room
I'm laying down on the couch in the dark room where Nathan overlooks me passed out and sedated on the cochins from the dose Jefferson gave me over an hour in a half ago. Still bound with the duct tape tying my ankles and wrists together. While Nathan lays his eyes on my attractive body, I start to wake up from another drugged state again and see the boy in the orange jacket again. The one who assisted Jefferson with my abduction.
When my eyes slowly peel open and my vision blur is clear, I see the boy sitting on the
table in front of the couch in Jefferson's room of torture with his arms folded, his legs crossed, and eyes staring starring down on me. He blatantly tries to cup his hand over my head and I awkwardly shove his hand away from me with my bound hands. After what he did to me at the party, he had too much nerve trying to comfort me.
"Hey, hey, I know, okay," said Nathan calmly. "Take it easy, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I didn't want to do this okay?"
"I stay away from me!" I snap, shimmying to the corner of the couch with my bound legs in retreat. "Got a lot of fucking nerve touching me like that after what you did to me tonight at the party."
"Hey, I didn't want to do this alright? I sorta wanted to warn you about this, but Jefferson would kill me if I did. Just listen, okay?"
"No you listen! I should've you were on to something. Jefferson, especially. You came over to me on that table just so you would drug me and kidnap me here to this awful place. Why would you do this? Why would Mr. Jefferson do this? Why Nathan? Why?"
"It doesn't matter. Listen I have an idea to-"
Before Nathan finishes his sentences, we heard someone open the door and enter the room. Then the sociopath with the glasses and goatee walks through the rubber curtains and into the main room. Seeing the both us talk to each other. Nathan gulps and takes a step back away from me.
"She's awake, sir," said Nathan. "Just woke up just now."
"Ah, yes," replies Jefferson. "Our future star awakens. If you'll step aside Nathan, I'll speak to Rachel alone."
Nathan did what he was asked and stepped over to the corner of the room next to the white screen. The man himself sat on the couch next to me as I cowered onto my corner with my body bound with the duct tape. I didn't even want this psycho to come anywhere near me after what he had been doing to me. Too bad. Had to hear whatever else my psycho mentor had to say next.
"I know it may look like I've mistreated you until now, Rachel," he began. "But I really don't have to. There has been something in mind lately that has been eating away at me until now, but I couldn't really say. But now would be the most perfect time as any to say so now. Do you recall that time when we agreed we'd sleep with each other in order to pass you in my class and we kept it a secret? Do you?"
I nod my head. Though I've always felt guilty about that awkward moment between me and him, I felt great about it at the same time.
"Well, I figured that we'd have that kind of moment between us again," he continued. "Right here, right now."
"What? What are you saying?" I ask him.
"What I'm saying is that you and me have a moment between us again right here in this dark room right now. One that we'll remember together in this room. Until now, you have always been more than my best student. More than a daughter to me. More than a lover to me. You're the most sincerely beautiful young woman I've even had in my life and in this room. It's time we began our real relationship together."
Somehow I do not like the words that slip from tongue of this hipster master's mouth. What does he mean relationship? What does he mean another moment between us? He wants to sleep with me again? Was taking pedophilic pictures of me on a white screen sleeping not enough for him? And now he has the balls to start a romantic relationship with me? Really? Seriously?
"It's time we be more than friends," continues Jefferson. "More than lovers. I'm in love with you, Rachel. It's time we began our man and woman relation together. Do you agree or disagree? I'm waiting for an answer, Ms. Amber. Do you agree or disagree?"
X/SQUARE/LM - AGREE
B/CIRCLE/RM - DISAGREE
"Fuck you," I answer.
Jefferson smiles.
"Well then, that's too bad," he says. "We're going to be lovers and we're gonna like it. And if that's what we must do, I'm gonna need you to lye down on lap and face the white screen over there."
I feel a frog in my stomach. Somehow I knew what this man was about to do. We were going to have sex with each other and I didn't want to. And I knew what that meant. I bet you know too. Nathan walks his way to the door for our own privacy, but Jefferson pauses him in his tracks.
"Oh no, Nathan," said Jefferson halting him. "You stay right there and watch. You now know about our secret relationship together and now you must stand and watch us make love."
CONTAINS SEXUALLY VIOLENT CONTENT - SKIP TO END OF CHAPTER IF NOT COMFORTABLE READING.
Nathan does as he's told and so do I. I move body onto my lap to lye down on the couch and turn my head to the white screen. Before I know, Jefferson removes his belt, opens his pants and underwear, and removes my shorts wide open exposed my butt hole. I was going to be sick. Even sicker with Nathan watching us bang. I may have threw up in my mouth a little. I may even hurl it all out of my mouth in any second now.
And so it began. The worst part of my dark room experience of all. I feel a penis enter through my butt cheeks and even a little bit of some sort of plastic material too. Was Jefferson wearing a condom? The two of us started shaking around the couch when we started having sex. I can feel the seamen enter through my anus. Or at least the seamen being trapped into the condom through my anus. This was getting painful.
I grunt and holler in this moment of being sexually humiliated. Sexually assaulted in front of my good friend Nathan. Nathan begins to quietly sob gazing at the horror of my raping. My once beloved and trusted Blackwell mentor goes from a kind and supportive young man to psychopathic porno man to sociopath rapist. How would Chloe feel if she could see what was happening to me? How would Frank react if he could see his lioness sexually abused by a mad lion?
There was no help coming for me. Not even from Nathan. Not at all. My eyes start watering down real and start sobbing and wailing real hard as Jefferson continuously bangs me harder and harder and Nathan just stands there helplessly shedding tears across his cheeks. No one would've wanted to experience this or witness this alone. No one.
Note: I WANT TO MAKE THIS VERY PLAIN. If you've read through the whole chapter, I did not write this to provoke any in all sex offense of any kind. I only wrote this to make the flashback scenes more engaging to this story's narrative. Please do not spam me for this chapter! I meant no harm. At least you all understand why I left a warning at the beginning of this chapter whether you've read through it all or not. If you have skipped to the end knowing reading through the sexually violent content would make you uncomfortable, you've made the right choice my friend. No hard feelings. No harm done. I hope it's cool.
Trust me, the following chapters will be much more comfortable to read. You all know me friends. You know I wouldn't write this to sexually offend anybody. ANBODY AT ALL.
Until next time, stay cool and stay golden.
P.S. Thank you for understanding.