24. Lost
She couldn't sleep, it was so late, and her thoughts were a jumble. She lay on the bed in her room, and she bit her lip. She felt like an idiot for the way she reacted, she pushed him away, and he was hurting now. Everyone had left too, all going away for the Holidays to enjoy a vacation or family. None of them to come back until after New Years. She never felt so alone, and she needed to talk to someone. She needed to get her head put back on straight.
She tossed into her back, the only light in the room from the massive windows. She tugged at the oversized shirt, making sure she was covered and picked up her phone. She scrolled through the pictures, feeling so lost as she saw both on them. Their smiles, their laughter, and even their love. The way he held her, the way he kissed her, and they would ways he made her feel good. She wanted it to never end, and she realized how broken she was inside.
She sighed, tapping out a message, and she hoped he would read it. She would not blame him if he did not, she probably would have ignored it too.
"Hey, are you awake?" She asked, and hit send. She lay back, staring at the ceiling and she sighed. A ping came from her phone, and she read it, hope washing over her as she read it.
"Yes." Was the reply, and she sat up, walking to the hallway. She took a blanket, wrapping it around herself as she tapped out a reply.
"Can we talk?" She asked, and she saw shadows under the door. It created a strange ambience, and she knew he was sitting against it from how large the shadow had become.
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He didn't expect her to send him a message, he was sitting in his chair, hating her when it came. He replied to it, hearing her door open and the sounds of her replying in the hall. He got up, sat against the door, and thought about it. He wanted to punish her, make her scream even suffer, but in this calm, he found himself unable to do anything of the sort to her. What he wanted to do, was may her cry out in passion, torture her with pleasure, and make her scream his name.
The way she said his name, like it was a poem or sweet melody, not like a curse muttered under her breath. And when she moaned it during sex, it sounded like a prayer. He smiled to himself, wanting to see her on her knees and whimpering it like a plea.
"About what?" He sent back, and he waited. He thought this method of communication was foolish months ago, but now it was rather handy. He scrolled through past messages, and looked at everything she had sent. The photos, videos, messages, and the funny things she thought would amuse him.
"Us." She replied, and he sighed, leaning his head back. He heard a sniffle in the hall and wondered if she had been crying. He waited, and he heard the tone, alerting him to what she had to say. He could revert to the original plan, just stop her heart and watch the light in her eyes go out. She was so imbedded in his soul though, so deeply a part of him, that he wondered if he could do it.
"I don't want us to be over, but the thought of you dying terrifies me. When you said what you did, I panicked, I had flashbacks from the accident. I screamed and held your head when you wouldn't wake up, I wanted to just have you wake up and look at me. But you didn't." She followed up with, and he read the message. He let out a breath, thinking and he replied.
"I honestly don't care to be a King, especially if it costs me you." He sent back, and the next message made his eyes go wide.
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She wiped her tears on the back of her hand, biting her lip as she read the message. She felt relieved, and then she sent back a message she thought she would never send in her life.
"I want you to punish me for hurting you." She tapped out, hitting send, and she heard the door shift when he did. She waited, and she blushed at the request.
"How?" He asked, and she shivered. Her hands shook, and she huddled under the blanket as she tapped out the reply.
"When I first moved in, I did some exploring. There is an infirmary that is abandoned on the fifteenth floor, since Bruce does not live here. I am offering you the choices you gave me, every time you and I had sex. Come up in an hour, I will be naked and have myself partially restrained on an exam table. You can either tighten the restraints and make me helpless to whatever you want, hurt me, cut me, whatever... Or you can let me up and we will go to bed, I just want you. I want you to forgive me." She sent, getting up and heading to the elevator. She stood in it, waiting, and she recieved the response.
"See you in an hour." He sent, and a shiver went up her spine. She had no idea what was going to happen, or what she started, and she was more afraid of him now than she ever was with David. He could really make her scream by walking away, and that would hurt worse than his fists.