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Nothing But A Lie

Chapter 4

"I…I'm…Sky please, that hurts! I'm sorry!"

Christine knew she'd made a grave mistake, her stinging palm forgotten as Sky grasped her arms so tight that they would no doubt leave bruises. She'd really messed up this time. The look in his eyes was so frightening that she burst into tears, fearing for her life and her virtue.

He fought to control himself, his grip tightening even harder on her arms, causing the girl to wince through her pathetic sobs. He could have thrown her down and fucked her right then. Yes, he was furious. But her unexpected slap had shown a fiery, passionate side to Christine that Sky hadn't known existed. To his surprise, it aroused him greatly. Still, he just couldn't come to hurt her like that, as he knew he would be unable to be gentle if he were to have her now. Knowing that she was a virgin…it would be too cruel to be rough with her on her first time. She was way too precious for that. And so he chose to focus on the rage, ignoring his desire.

"Nothing but kindness and respect, Christine," he spat. "Rule number three, remember? I don't think hitting is very nice or respectful, do you? Huh?" She jumped when his voice grew to a shout, and he groaned angrily and pulled her up to her feet along with him.

"But…I didn't mean to! It just happened. I'm sorry! Please!" Her words became more garbled as he pulled her across the apartment and toward the basement, her sobs intensifying. Not the dark, not the dark… She pulled against him with all her strength, and it was not even close to enough. He barely even struggled, and he was already opening the door. "Sky, no…"

He didn't listen. Sky towed her down the stairs and flicked on the light only so he could navigate his way to the center where the chains were. The girl would not shut up with her pleas, and he finally snapped, "You did this to yourself!" He refused to meet her eyes as he attached the tight shackles to her dainty wrists, taking an extra moment to ensure that she couldn't get out of them. If he saw those wide, pleading violet orbs now his resolve would falter. He needed to get away from her before he did something despicable.

The chains were heavy, and Christine fought to stand upright as Sky dropped her enclosed wrists and took a step backwards. He would not look at her face, and she continued to whisper choked pleas through her tears. It was no use, however, as Sky finally turned and strode with determination to the light switch and flicked it off, throwing Christine into complete blindness.

"No! Sky, please!" she screamed, but she could hear him ascending the staircase, the door shutting and locking soon after. She screamed for a while, but it was all for naught. The room remained enshrouded in darkness, and she fell to the floor, curling into a tight ball and sobbing into her knees.

When the girl's screams were reduced to hopeless crying, Sky finally found the strength to leave the cramped laundry room and drag himself to his bedroom. He plopped down on the mattress, replaying what had just happened again and again in his mind. Coming home angry, kissing Christine, and then…she had really hit him. His cheek was still warm from the blow, tingling slightly. The girl had an arm on her, that was for sure…and unexpected.

Groaning, Sky rubbed his eyes. How strange it was to be equally angry and turned on about something. What the hell was he going to do with her?

Nothing was going as planned. He had thought that with enough threats to hurt her or keep her locked up in the dark that she would have no problem just doing what he said. She was nowhere near as obedient as he'd thought she would be. And yet, he wanted her all the more. Her defiance was unreasonably arousing. It was going to be extremely difficult to keep himself from her after today.

Threats of fear, threats of pain…what else was there? Of course…there was still humiliation. If it came down to it, he would have no problem threatening her with that. But actually following through? It would be hard. He didn't want to embarrass and demean her. He didn't want a slave. He wanted a lover, but she was making it so damn hard for him.

Then again, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't like making Christine serve him wouldn't be fun, her cheeks pink with shame as she did so…

Sky would have to wait and see. It was still so early, and she could come around soon. Until then, his sexual frustration needed to be taken care of. Releasing a shuddering breath, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his suddenly too-tight pants. He would think of her, of course. As if there were any other way.

Down in the basement, Christine was still curled up on the floor, shivering violently. It was even colder down here than up in the air-conditioned apartment. She kept her eyes closed, preferring this kind of blindness. It was so much scarier to have her eyes open, searching…being unable to see anything but black.

You idiot! She screamed at herself in her mind. You absolute moron, Christine! She should have known that she was and always would be absolutely powerless in this situation. Sky had made it perfectly clear to her from the start that if she just did what he said then she would be fine. Hadn't he been nothing but kind and gentle when she wasn't acting out? And yet, she'd defied him again and again, broken all of his rules already. She really had no one to blame but herself.

The basement was truly hell. She felt as if she could tear her hair out, scream until her voice didn't work anymore. She would prefer anything to this, and there was no way to escape the awful darkness, imprisoned as she was.

Christine vowed right then that she would do absolutely anything to avoid this again. She wouldn't try to escape again unless she was positive it would work, which would take a lot of time and planning. She would obey Sky, and she would act as if she enjoyed every second of it. Even if she messed up and needed to be punished, she would ask for the knife again or more kisses. Even physical pain was something she could handle over this torture. And she could swallow her disgust and kiss Sky as many times she needed to if it meant she wouldn't be in this hell anymore.

She only hoped that he would give her the chance to prove it.

He'd originally planned to keep Christine down there all night, but now that he had satisfied himself and his anger was mostly forgotten, Sky thought it was too much. Plus, he had really enjoyed dining with her the night before, and wanted to again. Perhaps she was hungry and would be grateful if he let her out early.

After making dinner and setting the table, Sky unlocked the basement door and went down, flicking up the light switch when he got to the bottom. He found Christine curled up on the ground, shivering with her eyes closed, but something about her stressed breathing and slight rocking movements told him that she was awake. His heart ached at the sight, but there was also a slight satisfaction. Poor girl, so afraid…well, perhaps now she will obey. He quietly sunk to one knee before her and softly touched her shoulder.

The light touch made Christine jump, her eyes fluttering open, and she immediately burst into tears of gratitude when she found that the light was on in the room. "Hey," Sky greeted her softly, cupping her face, raw from crying so much. "Learned your lesson?"

Her eyes were wide as she nodded frantically. "Oh, yes, Sky! I swear I'll be good now. I swear." Despite her words being weakly whispered, Sky smiled, and pulled her shaking frame into his arms. She was freezing, and he wrapped her up in his warmth, pleased when she only held him back, throwing her chained arms around him.

Christine could think of nothing except how there was light and warmth now after the dreadful hours without, and she would do anything to keep it that way. She clung to Sky, grateful that he was at least a little softer than the concrete floor. When her shivers were just beginning to subside, Sky pulled away, taking her face in his hands again. He hesitated a moment, and his brown eyes held a subtle warning as they looked into hers.

Realizing what he would do, Christine took a shaky breath and closed her eyes, not fighting when he leaned in and kissed her mouth softly. His lips were moist and smooth, and she took his kiss without complaint. When he pulled away and smiled at her in awe, she realized she should smile back if she wanted to keep up a good façade. And so she did, as prettily as she could, though in the back of her mind she knew she must look a disgusting mess.

Her kiss, and then her smile…oh. Sky's heart squeezed almost painfully. He laughed breathlessly for a second before unlocking her shackles and standing, helping her to her feet. She looked rather weak, and he almost offered to carry her up the stairs, but she seemed eager enough to climb up on her own. He locked the door back up and told her there was dinner waiting for her on the table. She asked him shyly if she could freshen up first, and of course he agreed.

Christine quickly used the bathroom, and then washed her hands and face with warm water. When she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror above the sink, she flinched. She looked exactly how she felt: slightly insane, her hair wild, her wide eyes red, and her face pale. Sighing, she yanked a brush through her tangled hair quickly before exiting the bathroom and joining Sky at the dinner table. She didn't want to keep him waiting long, not after he so generously freed her.

She was starving, having not eaten since breakfast and crying out half her body weight, and the food tasted delicious. Christine ate very fast, making Sky chuckle. "Slow down, baby," he chided. "You'll get sick."

"Sorry. Did you make this?" she asked after taking a gulp of water. He nodded, chewing on a bite. "It's very good."

Sky smiled. "I just follow recipes from food network. It's nothing. But thank you."

When Christine was done eating, she waited patiently for Sky to finish as well. When he did, she hopped up and grabbed the dishes before he could.

"Christine? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Cleaning up." She took the plates and glasses into the kitchen and began rinsing them in the sink.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to. It's the least I could do after you cooked it all." She flashed him a grateful smile. But there was something strange about it. Too forced.

Ah, maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he was finally getting what he'd wanted and his mind wouldn't let him be satisfied. Well, if she was pretending to be grateful, he could just as easily pretend it was genuine.

Christine ignored Sky's gaze as she did the dishes, hoping that he couldn't see through her act. She was never that great of an actress, but she would have to be if she had a prayer of surviving this awful situation.

Then again, hadn't Sky known that she would need to pretend? She remembered his words from the previous night: I know it may take a while to get there, but if you play your part it'll become second nature to you. So maybe he didn't care that she was only acting. Maybe he wasn't so completely delusional to think that she would actually willingly try to make him happy. He was seriously messed up in the head. It was almost enough to make her feel sorry for him. Almost…

Once finished with the dishes, Sky handed Christine a small towel to dry her soapy hands, and she thanked him politely.

"Are you tired?" he asked as he took her hand and led her to the couch.

"A little bit," she replied, trying not to sound sarcastic. Gee, no way, Sky. Being imprisoned with one of your deepest fears and sobbing almost all day doesn't take anything out of you at all.

He didn't seem to notice anything about her tone, sitting and pulling her down next to him. "Let's watch a movie or something. Here, you pick." Sky handed her the remote, and she did as she was told. She channel surfed for barely a minute before giving up and picking the next movie she saw.

"Interesting choice," he said, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "I didn't take you as being into superheroes."

She didn't respond, only stiffening in his arms and then attempting to relax. He might as well have pulled her onto his lap with how close he was trying to be. She supposed she should have been thankful that he didn't.

Sky watched Christine's face rather than the movie. She stared at the screen with intent, as if she was trying very hard to be interested in the film. He'd known what kind of movies she liked from his time of spying on her. The girl mainly watched cheesy musicals and romantic comedies, and he'd certainly never seen her watch any sort of action movie. He supposed she was trying to please him in picking something she thought he'd like, and he was touched at the gesture. Too bad superheroes were much too juvenile for his liking.

She was enough entertainment for him on her own, anyway. Her body next to his was enough to claim his attention fully. Sky leaned in to press kisses onto her hair and inhale its scent. How did she always smell so wonderful? He stroked the perfect golden locks, savoring the soft texture between his fingers.

He suspected that she enjoyed getting her hair played with; she slowly relaxed against him the longer he did it. Her eyelids started to droop only halfway through the movie, and he had to fight from laughing. She was so adorable.

Christine looked at Sky drowsily when he suddenly grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. She was mostly asleep, and couldn't fight him when he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, her head already falling onto his shoulder.

"Ten-thirty."

He gently put her down on the plush bed, and she immediately closed her eyes.

Sky chuckled. "You need to dress for bed, baby."

"Tired," she moaned, and he quickly found a nightgown from where she'd stored them in the dresser earlier that day. He went to sit on the edge of the bed where she laid.

"Here," he offered in a whisper, sitting her up. "Let me help you."

Either Christine was already asleep, or she was much too tired to protest as Sky slowly lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head and arms. Her eyes never opened, and her breathing remained even, so he assumed she had no idea what was happening. He gently laid her back down, his lips parting as he took in the sight of her mostly naked torso, covered only by a nude-colored bra. His fingers shook as he unbuttoned her shorts and brought the zipper down, working a little to remove them from her hips and thighs.

"Oh, baby," he breathed, unable to look away from her pale body as it seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. "You're…perfection."

In the back of his mind, he'd known from the start that undressing her would be a very bad idea, but how could he resist? He was paying for it now. It was so fucking difficult not to touch and kiss every inch of exposed flesh on her body. He ached to run his hands along that smooth, soft skin of her hips. His mouth watered to taste her, to run his tongue up her thighs and stomach and neck. She was such a heavy sleeper she probably wouldn't even know. So tempting…

Not tonight, a voice in his head told him. It was still too soon. They'd barely kissed just today.

Sky slowly sat Christine back up so her could dress her in her nightgown, but he needn't have been so careful. She didn't budge, and he suspected she wouldn't even if he shouted in her face.

He prepared for bed himself and got in beside her, holding her close just as he had the night before. The last thought on his mind before drifting was just how easily he could get used to this.

Christine had been there almost an entire week.

It was Saturday now, and she'd kept up her obedient façade with much effort. Having to constantly be near a man she despised and pretend not to was very hard, especially when he wanted to kiss or touch her. She took it, though, always having to hide her disgust, and then constantly reminding herself that it wasn't near as bad as being in the basement. Thankfully, he hadn't asked to go further than kisses. At least not yet. She could sometimes see in his eyes that he craved much more, and that frightened her to no end.

To her relief, Sky was actually a very busy man, and she had a lot of time alone. When he left during the day, she didn't try to escape, only watched TV or turned on the music on Sky's alarm clock radio; desperately waiting for a song she recognized to come on so she could sing along. She missed her phone and her music fiercely, but what she desperately needed was to go outside. She decided she would ask him after breakfast if he would let her out. Hopefully she'd proven herself trustworthy by now.

Sky looked up from his breakfast when Christine exited the bathroom. She was dressed in a baby blue dress and white sandals, and her hair was styled in soft waves. She must have used the makeup and hair products she'd asked him to get from her apartment earlier that week. Most of her things were moved to his apartment, and he hoped that it would continue to make her more comfortable. He would have to get rid of her furniture and the rest of her things by next week, however. There was no room for them in his home, and her lease was ending. Of course, he could always keep the management from evicting her, but he didn't see the point. She was with him now. She was all his.

His heart clenched as she approached him with a shy smile. God, she was insanely lovely.

"Morning, Sky," she murmured, sitting down with him at the table. "Thank you for making me breakfast."

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

They ate in silence for a bit, Sky watching her. The rest of the week had been amazing. Christine hadn't defied him even once! He was so happy, and his desire for her grew every moment. It was difficult not to try and move things along during the night when her perfect, warm body slept next to him. Still, he managed to control himself. He wanted to enjoy the way things were for a bit longer. He knew that if he asked for more now, she would definitely fight him. And then he would have to punish her.

When Christine finished eating her eggs and toast and drinking her orange juice, she cleared her throat. Sky's attention was already on her, however, so she needn't have done so. "Sky?"

"Yes?"

"Um…well, I've been good this week, right?"

Sky thought he knew where her question was headed, and he smiled. "You have."

"I was just hoping that you…could take me outside today? I promise I won't try to run, I just…really need to get out."

He pretended to think it over, enjoying making her sweat.

Christine was unnerved by his silence, and she thought he was about to say no. "Please," she begged. "I swear I'll be good. I want you to give me a chance to prove myself. You can trust me." Her heart pounded in anticipation.

"Come here," he said, and she tried not to hesitate as she got up and went to stand by where he sat. He took her hands into his and smiled in that charming way that made her hate him all the more. "Christine, I'd love to take you out. Let's do it."

Sky watched as her eyes went wide and a breathtaking smile spread across her face. It was like watching the blinding sun break through on a cloudy day. He laughed when she threw her arms around his neck gratefully.

"Oh, thank you!" she gasped, and then pulled away from the embrace immediately, her cheeks heating in embarrassment. "When can we go?"

Sky stood. "Give me a minute to change." On the weekends he liked to dress in comfortable athletic clothes, but if he was going to take Christine out he had to change into something nicer. "You can clean up while I do," he added, gesturing to their breakfast plates.

She nodded eagerly, immediately setting to her work, and Sky smiled widely. Such a good girl. She deserved a reward, and he would give it to her by taking her out today.

Christine washed the dishes as fast as she could, and when she was finished, Sky was just stepping out of the bedroom dressed in dark jeans and a baby blue polo. They matched now, she realized with dismay. She smiled through it though, and he walked up to her and took her hand.

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded, still smiling, and he led her to the front door.