OK! So, there is sex in this chapter. Explicit sex! You've been warned! XD
Eddie led Clair to his work shop, his hand gripping the back of her head tightly so she couldn't get away. She was panicking. The reason he'd seemed so flustered, so rushed, was because he was eager to hang her from a ceiling. Clair imagined that her dress must've gotten serious usage –there had been so many bodies in the gymnasium. God, how had he even killed that many in the several hours since the patient breakout? The wedding dress must have been sewn beforehand. Clair guessed that's what the drawings in his room were about.
Clair's body shook when he slammed her into the side of her cage. He started to unbutton her wedding dress, peeling it off her body so quickly that it caught onto the clasp of her bar. Eddie flung the bra to the ground once the dress was off her body and in his hands. The sound of his disapproving tsk's was all Clair could hear. Was he displeased with her body? Or the dress?
"Look at all this blood." He said, his voice low and angry. The dress, he was talking about the dress. It was like he wasn't even aware she was standing inches away from him in her underwear. Only her underwear. The moment he turned and walked away from her was when Clair actually felt like she was able to breath. She didn't want to turn away from the cage so she stayed put, her arms shielding her exposed chest.
It took a moment, but Clair willed herself to peer over her shoulder in his direction. Eddie was busy putting the dress back on the mannequin, muttering to himself about something. Probably about how dirty the wedding dress was now. Clair had to do something, or he was going to kill her. She pictured herself naked, hanging in that room. Tears welled up in her eyes and her stomach clenched at the image.
"E-Eddie." She choked out, still unable to face him fully. "Please, we should talk. I didn't run away from you, I was running from the other man. I promise, I would never run from you." Clair expected she didn't sound very convincing, her words muffled by her sobbing. But she had to make him believe her, she had to stay alive just a little longer. Waylon would come find her – they'd made a promise. It had been hours, but Clair hoped beyond hope that he hadn't given up.
"Now hush, no need to cry." Eddie said. But he wasn't speaking in his usual charming voice. It was cold, detached. When he turned to her his face mimicked the new tone. There was no grin, no raised eyebrows, just an empty stare. She wasn't his Darling right now. It scared her more than any look he'd given her so far. She'd take the fake affection over this any day.
Eddie advanced towards her and Clair pulled herself closer to the cage, her fingers gripping onto the metal wires. Clair felt him He pet her on the head, like he was comforting a dog.
"Now don't fuss." He whispered, gripping her arms to pry her from the cage. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be, you little whore. You'll hang like the rest of them."
"Please." She begged. "Please don't kill me! You promised – promised you'd be a better man."
Clair felt his grip loosen slightly. He must have remembered saying that, but how many other people had he made that promise to? Didn't matter. It made him pause, so she continued. Clair finally turned to face him, her arms slack and shaking at her sides.
"You still have time to be a better man." She said, her voice quivering. "We haven't consummated our love yet, Eddie. I'm not yours yet. We still have time. Give me a chance to be a better wife." The words made her sick. The thought of him touching her, caressing her caused Clair's skin to prickle. But from the look he was giving her, Clair thought it might not be something she'd have to worry about.
His face remained placid. Clair couldn't tell if anything she'd said actually got through to him. The man was so far gone, so dangerous. As the silence continued, Clair felt the tears start to come back. Live, she needed to live. With unsteady footing she moved towards him, her hands reaching out to grip his dirty vest. Eddie seemed taken back, but he allowed her to touch him.
"I love you." She lied. How many times had she said that to Mark? She'd convinced herself that the words would be true someday. That he'd change and she could tell him that without feeling guilty. "Please, let me love you."
He swallowed above her audibly, and she pulled herself closer to his chest. She guessed none of the hanging men had given him this option. He seemed apprehensive, and gently placed his hands on her bare shoulders.
"I love you too, Darling." He soothed. The tension in her body released at his words. Darling. She was his Darling again. She was going to live a little bit longer. "I'll make you whole, sweetheart. Fill that emptiness inside you. Make you mine." Eddie was leaning near her head now, his mouth uncomfortably close to her ear.
He led her inside the cage and guided her down onto the mattress. Clair sat there, shivering, while he walked away from her. What was he doing? It may have been awhile since she'd had sex, but it normally didn't involve the man walking away from the bed. Clair watched as he knelt down and rummaged through one of the many boxes in the room. A rope. He pulled out a long, thin rope that looked like it was covered in patches of blood.
God, had he lied to her, like she had to him? Did he plan on tying her up and killing her? As he entered the cage Clair scooted back on the mattress until her back met with the wire fence.
"I don't want you touching me." He said, his tone surprisingly nervous. "Not till I want you to."
All Clair could do was nod. Eddie placed his knee on the mattress and it bent under his weight. He gripped her wrists and brought them above her head, tying them to the cage. It was a tight, but not too tight, she suspected he knew how to tie a person up. Clair gave the restrains and experimental tug, and her stomach dropped at how secure they were. If he freaked out during this, if she said something he didn't like, there was nowhere to go, no way to fight back. She was completely trapped.
Eddie held onto the fence above her head and loomed over her, examining his handy work, letting his eyes travel away from her arms to the rest of her body. She felt so exposed. Vulnerable. Clair could see the hilt of his knife poking out of his belt and it made the whole situation that much worse. Eddie's hand gripped onto her chin and tipped her head up. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth over hers, a low, satisfied moan resonating in his throat. It was hard to breath, at first, but she was able to gasp whenever he tipped his head from one side to the other. Slowly, the hand gripping her chin moved up to her lips. He curled his thumb over her mouth, forcing it open, giving him more access.
Her toes curled when he bit her lip, her legs clenching together tightly at the surprising tenderness of the situation. It was still rough, still forceful, but it wasn't what she thought it would be. Clair felt his hand leave her face, and felt him firmly cup her crotch instead. A small cry escaped her lips, muffled by Eddie's mouth, and he pressed his hand against her even harder.
"Don't be so loud, Darling." He scolded while the hand that had been gripping the wire fence now knotted into her hair, forcing her to look at him. "Your moans are mine. Your cries are mine. I won't have any of these other men hear you like this. Do you understand?"
Her answer was a small squeak, and he grinned, responding to her good behavior by rubbing the outside of her underwear. With her head still forcibly looking up from the grip Eddie had on her hair, he leaned in and pressed his lips on her exposed neck.
The man was huge. At least in comparison to herself. His body completely encompassed her when he moved to the other side of her neck, his fingers moving faster and pressing harder out of her line of sight. She did her best to keep herself quiet, her teeth digging into her bottom lip until she thought she tasted blood. Relief swept over her body when he removed his hand from her groin. A shaky breath of air left her lungs. She felt him slowly slip her panties down her legs, and his rough hand returned to business. The sensation was completely different, and she thanked the heaven's they'd taken a shower just hours before. Blood covered hands were not something she wanted anywhere near her vagina.
He teased the outside lips with light touches. Eddie pulled away from her neck and looked down at what he was doing, now allowing Clair to see past the blockade of his body.
"I think you need a little more attention, Darling." His voice coming out much lower than normal. Eddie pulled himself away from her and moved off the mattress. Carefully, he slipped her underwear the rest of the way off her legs, folding and placing them delicately on one of the boxes. Clair wasn't exactly sure what he was insinuating, but it became blindingly clear when he got to his knees in front of her and spread her legs.
She had honestly expected him not be a very giving sexual partner. Going down on her was the last thing she thought he'd do – she'd never gotten it before. Never crossed her mind with Mark. Their sex had comprised of her face down in a mattress waiting for it to be over. Clair's thoughts were jarred when she noticed his head leaning in between her legs. He shot her a hard glare and she tensed.
"Remember what I told you dear, and stay quiet." Eddie said while kissing her inner thigh. "You have to obey your husband and be an obedient little wife. I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself here, Darling."
His motives became very clear then. He wanted her to make a mistake. To disobey him so he'd have an excuse to do whatever he liked to her, which probably involved hanging her. Clair's breath hitched in her throat when she felt his mouth finally make contact with the lips of her vagina. Eddie moved his hands and spread her open, eliciting another suppressed squeak of a moan. She didn't want to watch. She couldn't watch. Clair shut her eyes tightly and turned her head away, her body starting to quiver when something warm entered her.
Her back arched and she tried to move one of her hands to cover her mouth, but she was tightly restrained. Shit. He was going so slowly, each action deliberate. Clair opened her eyes to thin slits and looked down, surprised to see him staring at her. Completely focused. Eddie pulled away from her carefully – a long string of saliva coming away with his mouth. He stood, looking over her flushed body, before starting to remove his own clothes. Each article taken off he took the time to carefully fold. Clair wasn't sure if this was compulsive behavior learned from childhood, or just another way to exert power over her. Demonstrate how he could take his sweet time with whatever he liked
It wasn't long before he got to his pants, and his hands lingered around the button. He licked his lips, his brow furrowed as he finally gripped the waist and undid the button, pulling himself out but leaving his pants on. Everything about this man was on the larger side, so she wasn't shocked by what was between his legs. Eddie crawled forward onto the bed and Clair tried to back away from him the best she could.
"Don't be nervous." He said softly, cupping her cheek in one of his hands. "I'll go slow, Darling. It will only hurt for a little while."
His hands gripped her thighs and pushed her on the cage wall. Clair's legs were lifted up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders, and his body bent forward until his forehead pressed against hers. She braced herself, but it wasn't enough. A heavy ache trailed up her legs and stomach when he slid inside. Clair was at odds with herself. Having sex with Gluskin was to survive. To live long enough for Waylon to come and find her, or for her to find a way out herself. Her body, on the other hand, cared very little about the why in this situation.
Once his hips pressed firmly against hers, Eddie let out a shaky breath. Clair could feel him shivering around her and wondered how long it'd been for him.
"Oh Clair." He breathed, slowly starting to pull himself out of her. It was the first time she could recall him actually using her name. "You're a sin, Darling."
She felt herself tighten at his words. Clair's elbows bent in front of her to cover her face. This was awful. She hated how good it felt. To feel something like this, after all the horrible things she endured throughout the asylum, was refreshing. Fake or not.
Eddie started to pick up the pace, his grip on her legs tightening as he lost himself. Clair could hear him cursing under his breath, his body slapping against her own. She'd been doing so well, not crying out, but his new pace made it impossible. A high pitched moan passed her lips, and she could feel him still inside of her. Slowly, Eddie lifted his head. His expression was carnal, angry, but it had a hint of satisfaction behind it.
"Listen to you, you little slut." He hissed, moving a hand up to grip her chin. Eddie pulled her face closer and pressed his mouth roughly over her own. Clair pulled back a bit, confused by his sudden change of tone. "Say it." Eddie growled as his pace picked up again. "Say what you are Darling. Tell me what a whore you are."
Clair didn't answer him. She was much too focused on pain his grip was causing her legs, and the new, rough rhythm he'd gotten into. The pain now shot to her scalp when he gripped a fistful of her hair. Eddie let her legs drop around his hips and he pushed closer to her, their bodies forced together.
"Say it." He demanded. Eddie had stopped moving, but was still pressed deep inside her.
"I-I'm a whore." Clair whispered out.
"And who do you belong to, Darling? Who did you promise to love and obey?" His voice was starting to quiver now. He was enjoying this. Enjoying demeaning her.
"You." She answered, louder this time. "I l-love you!"
Clair's heart raced when his hands left her body and shot up to the ropes binding her wrists. He skillfully undid them, then immediately pushed her down on the mattress, pining her hands next to her head. Eddie got back into his quick, rough rhythm and snarled above her. The height difference was such that in this position, Clair was staring straight ahead at his chest. When she turn her head up, her view was of his throat, and under his chin. She watched him gasp and pant, and it made her insides tighten in a way she wished they wouldn't.
"Such a vulgar girl. Wanting everyone to hear your moans. To hear what I'm doing to you."
He released her hands and gripped onto the edge of metal bed frame, the new brace allowing him to put more power behind his thrusts. Clair, with her hands now free, wasn't sure what to do with them. She wanted to touch his chest, wrap her arms around his neck, but she was afraid of what he might do. As his body got closer to her own, she couldn't help it. Clair's hands went up and pressed flat on his chest, half trying to hold him back, half enjoying the ability to finally touch the man that was ravishing her. God, if this were anywhere else, and he wasn't the monster he was, she wouldn't feel so disgusted enjoying this.
Eddie's hands released the bed and wrapped firmly around Clair's body. She could feel him start to tense, and knew what was coming. Her own body was getting ready to give as well – and her legs began to go numb in anticipation. Clair worried, fleetingly, about the climax. She suspected Eddie wasn't the type of man to 'pull out.' But the thought passed quickly, replaced by his mouth next to her ear, his charming voice whispering the most demeaning, awful things.
Clair was trapped under his weight, his entire body was pinning her to the bed as he neared his finish. Part of her want to try and claw herself away, have him stop before she was able to find release. But there was nothing she could do. Eddie stilled inside her, letting out a roar of a moan, and Clair gasped at the sudden feeling of warmth in her body. The sensation brought Clair to her own orgasm, and her legs went slack over his hips.
Neither of them attempted to move right away, and Clair vaguely noticed his heavy, relaxed breathing next to her head. Eddie finally peeled himself off of her and held himself above Clair before pushing himself up and away on the bed, resting his back on the cage wall. Clair couldn't look at him, shame and guilt now filling the space the afterglow had occupied moments earlier. Her eyes fell on his vest, which was just inches away from her on the bed, and her body went numb. The key. He kept it in there. The man looked exhausted, and if he decided to sleep, Clair could get out.