Voice of Loneliness

[EklectikChik]

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Bethany "Beth" Miller
25y/o
Shoulder length curly brown hair
Chocolate brown eyes
5'5", plump and curvy

Bethany isn't your typical 25 y/o woman. In fact, most of the neighborhood doesn't understand her one bit. She hasn't left her home since turning 21. Hadn't set one foot outside. Her windows, curtains and doors and permanently shut; apart from the weekly visit from a local delivery boy who drops off her groceries and necessities. No one knows how exactly she even lives out her days shut in from the world and everyone has long since given up on trying to find out.

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Bethany woke with a start and lay perfectly still, listening to the soft swishing of her ceiling fan. This was one of many strange awakenings...one that left her on edge, with a racing heart and clammy palms. Her mind usually slowed after a minute, reassured her a thousands times that all was fine and nothing was wrong. She was safe and sound in her own home, her own bed...that everything would be okay. But for some reason, this morning or evening was different. Turning her head slightly she peered at her bedside clock and read the time. The bright red numbers read 3am...3am and she was now wide awake.

Taking a slow deep breath, she tried to shake off the fear that prickled her skin and made her want to bolt up and run...to where she didn't know. She was safe...safe in her own home...her own bed.

Willing herself to move, she slowly sat up and shook her head slightly, her curly hair bouncing around her soft pale cheeks. She slowly stretched, yawned and scanned her room carefully. Everything was in order and her heart began to calm. Only she still wouldn't be able to sleep just yet...not until the rest of the house was scanned and a warm glass of milk was made. Then maybe she would be able to get some more sleep...she hoped.

Sliding out of bed, Beth slipped on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers that matched her knee length, oversized night shirt and shuffled out. Carefully she slipped into each room, straining her ears and eyes to see or hear something out of the ordinary, but nothing caught her attention. Satisfied that all was okay again, she set about making her milk. In the distance of the night, she heard the light call of sirens and vaguely wondered what was going on. She didn't dare peak outside her windows though or step out to see if she could see anything. No...staying inside was a much better idea.

Slowly stiring the pot of milk on the stove, she sighed and hummed softly...

 

[Poganin]

"Torque"
33 years old
Short black hair and sideburns reaching his jaw
Dark eyes
6'2'', muscled and strong but with a menacing aura surrounding him

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On the run, he was running again, only this time there was no chance in hell he would allow himself to be caught and jammed again. He decided to use the parole release to find out what had happened to his family. Had he really murdered them so cruelly? He couldn't remember, the past was a gaping hole waiting to be filled by the flood of repressed or stolen memories. He'd sooner kill himself than let the cops cuff him and drag him back to prison. That's why he was running. Having left the state he had to hide and avoid being seen and with his height and looks it was a tad difficult to blend in. He would stand out always, no matter the surroundings and circumstances. His right hand was tightly gripping the revolver butt and he slowly edged along the side of the building towards the corner. Torque promised himself to save the last bullet to blow his brains out in case there was no escape. That would be the quickest way to solve the mystery of his wife's and son's deaths. Only he preferred to know the truth before he had to shake hands with Death.

The street was completely empty and from the short peek he took around the corner he noticed that the whole neighbourhood was completely asleep. All the better for him to find a cellar to drop into and catch fourty winks. He desperately needed rest and peace to think. One of those houses would provide what he needed, he promised himself. With luck, one would be standing empty, with the owners away on vacation. He tucked gun under the belt of his black jeans and covered it with his orange t-shirt... a change of clothes would be welcome too. Keeping to the shadows, Torque left the alley and slowly walked along the fences and shrubs bordering on the pavement. All the time his senses were waiting for the slightest sound of somebody else's presence or the wail of sirens. They were there, barely audible but definitely closing in. He needed a hideout, and soon too. One that would be inconspicuous and safe at least for a few days.

Almost subconsciously his legs were leading him in the direction of a house that stood out in the neighbourhood -- unkempt, with curtains tightly drawn, the front porch desperately needing new paintjob, the garden needed weeding and when he came even closer he noticed that some of the cellar windows were broken. Probably local kids were using it to smoke weed away from the prying eyes of their elders. Torque considered this only for a moment and before he even knew it he was already jumping over the fence and crossing the littered yard towards the side of the building. He stepped on the remains of the cellar window and the breaking glass crashed with a sound that seemd thrice as loud as it should. He needed rest. Taking a glance around he kneeled down and peeked inside. Dark, some boxes, an old wardrobe, various pieces of furniture, nothing special. Torque struggled for a moment to squeeze his big body through the opening and hissed when the gun's muzzle ploughed into his thigh, hurting him, but then he was inside, crashing on a table which broke under his weight, making even more noise that was sure to have everyone around up.

"Shit!" he cursed standing up and dusting his pants, producing the nasty-looking revolver and scouting the area. He noticed the stairs and a door that surely lead inside the house. For a moment he wondered whether he should venture deeper inside but the idea of going to sleep on an unfamiliar terrain was too dangerous. Slowly Torque climbed the stairs, placing his feet carefully so as not to make any noise in case some of the steps creaked. Then he thought he heard some noise on the other side of the door and put his ear to it. There was definitely some kind of movement beyond the door, soft padding as if a dog's and then a clanking of metal against metal. Torque swore soundlessly, there was someone or something in the house after all.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Beth inhaled the scent of warm milk and sighed softly. Soon she would be able to go back to bed and sleep some more until she felt like rising and doing something with herself. Housework maybe...it was laundry day, she reminded herself and smiled.

Lost in her thoughts of the coming day, she was suddenly aware of Romeo making a fuss behind her. She turned to eye her oversized cat...the feline was overweight and spoiled rotten. Her only companion in her life and that suited her fine. His green eyes stared at her as he plopped his weight in front of the cellar door and let out a loud meow, rolling back from side to side and batting at the door.

Bethany would have found it cute, only Romeo only did that when someone was at the door...any door. It was his way of saying she had company or wanted attention when she had locked him out of a room.

He meowed again and purred loudly, rubbing his head against the wooden door. Hairs prickled on the back of her neck as she gripped her metal spoon tightly, then glanced down at her shaking hand. No! A spoon wouldn't do!!

Frantically she reached for a free frying pan she had set out for breakfast in a few hours. "Breath." she ordered herself softly and fought the urge to run. There was no lock on that door...where could she even run. Outside? The idea made her shudder and her stomach roll with nausea. "Romeo..." She whispered softly and wiggled her trembling fingers. "Here handsome...come to mama."

Romeo's large body rolled, his feet pointing to the sky and head cocked to the side as he meowed and wiggled against the door. "Stupid cat." She muttered and edged towards the door...she was starting to feeling faint...panic tingling in her toes and slowly moving up to numb her spine and leaving her body cold and trembling.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

Scratching on the other side of the door assured him that indeed there was some animal on the other side and it probably sensed his presence which put him at a disadvantage in case the pet's owner was present there as well. He dared not move back down the stairs because he could make some noise and alert whoever was in the house. And from the outside it had looked so safe. Torque shook his head and cursed soundlessly, making sure his grip on the revolver's butt was firm. Shifting from one leg to the other he raised the gun to be ready to threaten the first person to appear in the doorway should the door be opened. He didn't want to kill but if his safety would be threatened he wouldn't refrain from hurting anyone in his path. His mission took precedence before everything else.

Then he thought he heard a hushed voice somewhere beyond the door and he knew he had to get ready for confrontation. He would spend the night here even if it meant binding and gagging everyone in the house, or harming them for that matter, he had no qualms about it anymore. The years spent in prison, where he had to defend himself all the time against more violent inmates, had taught him to look after the number one only. This rule had been serving him well.

Torque tried to bear the building tension but finally gave in and decided to act. Quikly he pressed the handle and rammed the door with his shoulder, opening it wide. Something screeched next to his calf and jumped away with a hiss. He recognised a cat, it must have betrayed his presence to the owner who was looking at him with wide-eyed astonishment. A frying pan quivered in her hand as he pointed the gun at her.

"Drop it and keep your mouth shut or I'll blow a hole in your head!" he ordered and then the voices in his head woke up, chanting, pleading, entreating, ordering. KILL HER!. PUT AWAY YOUR GUN!. KILL HER, KILL HER NOW! NO ONE WILL KNOW!. DON'T DO IT, SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT!.

He felt the cold sweat running down his back and he knew he had to act quickly before another blackout happened. "Do it!" he shouted.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

She hadn't expected the sudden bursting entry and was so startled that not even a horrified squeak could make it past her lips. The sheer force of it left part of her door splintered and hanging off one of its hinges and there stood the biggest man she had ever seen and he was pointing a gun right at her face.

She had known fear and panic in the past, but nothing like this. It gripped her tightly and left her vision blurry and body cold and clammy. She wanted to run, but her knees were threatening to buckle. His own face looked strained as she blinked to keep it in focus.

"Drop it and keep your mouth shut or I'll blow a hole in your head!" he ordered, then shouted "Do it!" The buzzing in her ears made it sound as though he was far away...as if she was under water. She wished she was as a strangled whimper past her lips and the frying pan clattered to the floor.

His eyes were wild and that's all she could notice. The harshness of his breathing, the strain in his body as he stood there still pointing his gun and then he took one menacing step towards her and Beth felt herself slip. For a horrible second she tried to grasp onto reality, but found nothing and in slow motion the world began to spin and fade. She heard him curse as her knees gave way and her eyes rolled back as she hit the floor with a definite thud, surrendering to sweet darkness.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

For a moment Torque was stupefied when the woman fainted but he quickly regained his composure. The sudden twist in his plan brought his concentration back and made the voices shut up, the situation unresolved. Cursing he made a step in her direction but realised someone else might be in the house so he carefully scouted the nearest surroundings with his eyes and the muzzle of his gun but there was silence, no presence, no sudden appearance in doorways. There was a second story though and someone could still be there, asleep or otherwise; her husband or kids perhaps. And everything had been going so smooth. Torque swore once again and turned the unconscious woman on her side with his foot. He didn't need any more corpses in his file.

A look around the kitchen showed milk burning in a pot, filling the air with characteristic smell that touched a nostalgic string in his heart. He turned the gas off and checked the drawers and cupboards for a roll of tape or a string to tie the owner with but finding none he ripped the power cables from the toster and the microwave oven and put them on the kitchen table. Then Torque picked the woman up and put her body in a chair, binding her wrists behind her back and tying her thighs to the seat. A piece of cloth lying on a tabletop served as a temporary gag to silence her screams for help. Nodding to himself, Torque took the gun in his hand once more and moved to climb the stairs. The cat hissed at him from the darkness so he checked the groud floor more thoroughly before ascending but upon closer inspection the house proved to be empty, no children, no lovers, no one -- just the owner and her cat. It was somewhat lonely.

Calmed down a little Torque came back downstairs and rummaged through the fridge. When he smelled the milk his stomach suddenly reminded him of its needs by loud rumbling and now as time to satisfy those needs. Producing toast bread, mustard, chees and tomatos, Torque prepared his first real meal in a few days. He sat at the table opposite the woman and put the gun beside the plate. He was eating slowly, enjoying the simple meal and watched the woman intently, trying to decide what to do.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Beth shook the fog slowly from her mind and opened heavy eyes to blink slowly...she was staring down into her lap, a wealth of dark, curly hair almost covering her face. She breathed heavily through her nose, making her realize with a rush of nausea that she was gagged and worse than that, tied to a chair.

"Mmmmmph!" She moaned through the gag and slowly raised her head up to glanced at her captor. Her big brown eyes widened as she fought to clam her heart...but that was almost impossible as she began to struggle for breaths.

He was watching her intently as he polished off his meal, even as she squeezed her eyes shut and felt her throat constrict. She had to calm down! Calm down! Maybe he would eat and leave...but the thought of being left behind like this was even more terrifying!

Beth began to tremble, silent tears slipping over her soft cheeks. She wanted to beg, to plead...to run away screaming and yet she could do nothing. The cords bit into her soft bare thighs and wrists ached. God...what was she to do!?

Blinking back tears, she forced herself to look at Torque again. Her gaze flickered fearfully over his face...although handsome, he possesed an almost harsh, menacing aura. Something that left her feeling totally panicked and uneasy. It wasn't just his hulking presence...it was the sheer power he put out. It has been years since she had even looked at a man...even her delivery boy knew to leave her things on the porch and leave her alone.

This man was tall, broad at the shoulders and lean at the waist...he looked a little odd sitting in her kitchen in a small kitchen chair. If she hadn't been scared out of her mind, she mind have found it funny. But laughing was the last thing she wanted to do.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

Torque was eating in silence and even when the woman regained consciousness raised her head to look at him he didn't speak, consuming the sandwitches and looking at her, watching her with interest. Her dark hair and eyes contrasted her pale skin nicely but fear and tears and uncertainty contoreted her features into a gruesome mask. He could almost hear one of the voices mumbling to itself with satisfaction. Done with eating, Torque stifled a belch with his fist and got up from the chair which squeaked with relief. Silence in the kitchen was broken only by the woman's muffled sobs, her fear was almost palpable. He pondered what to do with her for a while and decided to have herremain in the chair while he approached the window and glanced outside through a crack in the curtains.

The neighbourhood was still asleep and dark but in the distance the police sirens were still wailing, closer now than they had been before, looking for him. Save the last bullet, he reminded himself as he turned to look at the owner once more, still unsure how to proceed with her. This whole situation was developing contrary to his expectations, taking her hostage considerably diminished his chances of completing his task. She avoided eye contact with him but he could tell she was watching his every move. When he picked his gun from the table she stiffened, misinterpreting his intent, because he immediately tucked it behind the belt at his side and sat on the corner of the table, which immediately protested under his weight.

"I'm going to remove the gag now," he finally spoke, slowly, as if thinking hard. "But I want you to be silent and not scream. If you scream or try to attract attetion from outside I'll put it back in. Do you understand?"

There was a pause before she raised her head a looked at him, blinking her teary eyes, and then nodded. "Good," he acknowledged and slowly pulled the cloth from her mouth, holding her in check with his gaze. She coughed a little and took a few breaths through her mouth.

"Don't worry," he tried to reassure her but was fully aware that it would probably solve nothing. "I'm not going to hurt you if you behave and do as I say. First of all, tell me your name."

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Bethany sucked in air and felt a moment of relief...even as the stranger stared at her intently. His gaze was unnerving...so deep that she felt as if he almost could see right through her.

"Don't worry," he tried to reassure her. "I'm not going to hurt you if you behave and do as I say. First of all, tell me your name."

She tried to squash the whimper of fear that wanted to crawl up her throat, swallowing hard and repeatedly before she finally took another breath and answered. "It's Bethany...or Beth." She voice soft and quivering.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

"OK, Bethany," Torque began, biting his lip. "I didn't break in to rob you or hurt you in any way. I just need a place to rest for a day or two and get my bearings. After that I'll be gone and you'll never hear from me again so I would appreciate it if you made it easy on the both of us because I don't feel like holding you restrained over all this time. But I will if you force me to. I hope you understand."

He was still looking at her even when she was averting her eyes and looking at her naked thighs. Torque really didn't want to make his situation any harder, he was despeate as it is but he wouldn't let Beth get in the way. The gun was there just to give his potential troubles a scare, he knew he could use it only if cornered. Two deaths had already been pinned on him and he had no recollection of commiting them. He only hoped he could hold the voices in check for the time being so he can get some respite.

Bethany gasped in shock when he moved from the table and reached towards her hip to untie the cord binding her legs. "Get up, we're going to your bedroom."

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

She flinched and plastered herself to the chair as he untied her, his words ringing loudly in her mind. Her bedroom!? How could she possibly have him stay there? Did he mean to stay with her? Her mind whirled and panic welled up in the pit of her belly again as he gently, but firmly grasped her upper arms and pulled her up to a standing position.

To her horror, her knees buckled and with her wrists still bound, she tumbled forward into his chest with a little cry of alarm. He hushed her quickly, pulling her closer to support her body against his while he undid her wrists. His strong arms wrapped themselves around her smaller form and radiated heat through her thin nightshirt. It felt heavenly! Shocked her as a vaguely familiar tingling spread through her and strangely even, comforted her frazzled nerves. She obediently stayed where she was until he unbound her wrists and then gently nudged her up again.

"Can you walk?" He asked her, gazing intently into her eyes, that were both confused and still scared. Numbly, she nodded and stepped back.

"Lead the way, but no stupid moves." His voice held a steely note...a horrible promise that if she did anything to alarm him, she would die.

Stiffening her spine, she stepped away and slowly lead the way out of the kitchen to the stairway that lead to her bedroom. Her fuzzy slippers padded soundlessly, even as they climbed the stairway and she clutched her nightshirt down to shield herself from his gaze as he followed behind.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

A lot of time had passed since Torque was close enough to a woman to smell her hair, not to mention touching, and when Bethany tumbled into him he felt something weird, which stirred the voices in his haed to compete for his attention and direct his actions. As he was following her upstairs his eyes were inevitably drawn to her hips, swaying as the moved, her bottom hugged by the long shirt she had gathered to keep him from peeking underneath. This was a futile gesture of modesty or perhaps a desperate effort of keeping her dignity. He knew he could easily overpower her and rape her, sate himself on her body.

Sex was something he had been deprived of for a long time and his size and eyes alone had scared off most of the would-be prison rapists. Those who had tried anyway sorely regretted it afterwards. Shower room masturbation had been his substitute of sex for the past ten years and here was a woman, warm and real, not some thought up image.

They entered the bedroom and Torque locked the door behind them, taking the key out from the lock afterwards and putting it in his pocket to prevent Bethany from escaping. He checked the bathroom for additional doors leading into the house but found none. Beth was standing in the middle of her bedroom with her head down and he had to give her a gentle shove to get her moving.

"Go back to bed, Bethany, it's the middle of the night," he muttered, thinking of arranging himself a place to sleep. Finally he decided to pull up the only armchair up to the bed and when he was done, Torque sat down in it and put his feet on the bed, next to Bethany's. "Don't try anything funny while I'm asleep," he warned, his eyes boring into her, and put the gun in his lap. Then he closed his eyes and immediately drifted off.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Bethany was stunned by how quickly her captor fell asleep. She was still trying to get comfortable when his soft snores filled the room, his head falling forward and chin hitting his chest. It had to be an uncomfortable position, but she wasn't about to try and invite him into her bed. Such a move would be crazy!!

Pulling the blankets close, she tucked them around her chin and curling up into a cozy ball. Her eyes never left his sleeping form. She studied him with weary curiosity. Even in sleep he as though he could easily hurt someone, but the tenseness in his face fell away. Her eyes roamed over his features...they definitely were not unpleasant.

Suddenly exhausted as warmth seeped through her bones, she tried in vain to blink back sleep...but the longer she stared at him, the harder it got and soon her blinks became longer...her eyes rebelling until she could no longer hold her eyes open and drifted into her own dream world.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

Torque didn’t sleep very well that night even though the place seemed safe for the time being. First a nightmare woke him up. In his dream he heard a wicked laughter outside and when he approached the window to see what made such a strange noise he saw Bethany’s body lying in the grass below and somehow he knew she was dead and he was to blame, even though he remembered nothing. He woke up with a start when her lifeless body turned its head and looked at him with accusation in its eyes. It took him a moment to get his bearings afterwards and he felt relief only when he noticed that Bethany was breathing evenly. He was astounded that she was able to sleep considering the situation she found herself in. When he managed to doze off once more Beth woke him by mumbling something in her sleep and changing position. He wasn’t annoyed, in fact he was used to waking up several, or even a dozen, times a night. He had had to learn to sleep lightly to be able to defend himself in case some of his former inmates decided to apply some nightly beating to him. It had been necessary for survival and now it was in his blood.

It was already bright outside and the birds were singing when he woke up once again and decided he wasn’t rested at all, his body felt cramped from sleeping in an uncomfortable position, dirty and tired. Strangely enough Beth was still sleeping so he got up and moved to the bathroom to take a shower. Before removing his clothes, Torque took out the ammo from his gun and put it in a pocket of his jeans. If Bethany got to the revolver she wouldn’t have time to load it even if she checked whether it is loaded. Then he undressed and stepped into the shower stall, sighing when hot water hit his skin, massaging it. He knew his body needed rest from strain and stress but there was so much to do still.

Torque decided to enjoy the small things while they lasted.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Bethany woke up with a new sense of panic to the sound of the shower running. She clutched the sheets close to her body, remembering her 'guest' and what had happened last night. Strangely enough, her sleep had been deep and peaceful...she felt refreshed and rested, which was an odd feeling. She usually never slept that well. But when he had ordered her to bed, she had slipped into sleep and deeply slept the night away.

She listened intently as he showered, pondering what she should do. Only she didn't quite have the guts to do anything. It seemed like forever before the water shut off and she heard him moving around in her bathroom. Her fingers clutched at the blankets a more tightly as the bathroom door swung open and her captor waltzed in wearing a big fuzzy towel around his waist and nothing else.

She gasped, drawing his attention her way. "Morning." He said curtly, "You don't have any fresh clothes by chance?"

She shook her head no and he sighed, rolling his powerful shoulders and cracking his neck. "I guess I'll make do..."

Her eyes slid over the expanse of his bare chest, still glistening with beads of water and down to his lean waist...his modesty hidden by only a towel. She prayed he had it secured properly.

Light shimmered into her room, snapping her gaze away from him and to the way he was pulling a curtain back to peer outside. "NO!" She yelled frantically, her voice a shocking burst through the room that he actually pulled back in shock.

"Don't open them...don't open the curtains." She told him, frantically scrambling off the bed to make sure they were properly secured. She fussed over the creased where the two panels met until they were as she liked, oblivious to his odd questioning look.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

To say that Torque was shocked would be an understatement, in a split second the meek and intimidated girl transformed into a panicked version of herself, carefully arranging the curtains so that no hint of the outside was visible. For the short moment he was able to see there was only another house there. Perhaps she was afraid of a voyeur or some other pervert who had been harrassing her? But the momentum of her charge took him aback and it was enough for the voices to slip through his protective wards. HIT HER!, the violent one spoke and before Torque knew it he was tightly clutching Bethany's arm in his grasp, pushing her back towards the bed like a tornado, forcing her to sit.

"What's the big idea, huh?" he asked, his voice raised.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Bethany stumbled back, shocked by the sudden fierce anger and hate that lit up Torque's eyes. Sitting hard on the bed, she gazed up at him with wide eyes, a fearful sob lodge inside her throat as she rubbed her sore arms. "Please..." she choked out, "I'm sorry!"

She watched him struggle a second, trying to regain control, while she wanted to bolt up and run. But he was blocking her path and even then, his large powerful body could probably out run her any day and she would pay for it. Just the thought made her shiver and hug herself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...just don't open the curtains, please don't...please leave them...I'll do anything, just leave them alone. Don't open the doors or the windows...everything stays locked." She knew she was beginning to ramble, but she had to make him understand.

 

[Poganin]

Torque

During his years in prson Torque had seen a few weirdos, schizoid, paranoid guys, overly suspicious guys, guys with murder in their eyes no matter what they were currently doing, psycho- and sociopaths. It had been a freak show no circus had ever shown and they would put even the bearded woman to shame. None of them, however, had displayed such an interesting personality quirk as Bethany did. Afraid of open doors and windows? This was a first to him. What he had done was more of a habitual action that deliberate need to see outside. It was more convenient to stay behind closed doors and drawn curtains -- this way he would not draw unwanted attention to himself. But he was on the run from the cops and she surely wasn't hiding from the law. What then? For a moment Torque thought to question her but finally let it rest, by the same time tomorrow he should gone and he didn't really feel like shouldering her problems.

He uttered a sigh which sounded more like an angry growl and forced his hands to release bethany's arms. He left red marks on her flesh.

"No more funny business from you, Bethany," Torque warned, looking at the bed over her trembling shoulder. "I'll have to keep you bound if you don't do as I say..."

The doorbell downstairs rang interrupting him and he locked gaze with Beth who looked like she wanted to run away. "Who's that?" Torque hissed, leaning in. "Do you expect someone?"

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Bethany quivered as she nodded quickly. "Y-yes."

"Who?" He demanded, glaring at her accusingly.

"My delivery boy. He doesn't stay...I left payment outside and he will leave my stuff on the porch. Just give him a minute and he will be gone." She assured him, rubbing her arms and wishing she could just crawl back into bed and drag the covers over her head. It all had to be a bad dream!

Torque shook his head. Delivery boy? That was a first! He listened intently for another other sign of trouble...another knock, the door opening, anything, but no other sound came. "Come on." He ordered, grasping her elbow and tugging her up.

Her eyes widened as he pulled her forward, "What?"

"Lets get your stuff...do you cook? I'm starving!"

Bethany stared at him as if HE had gone nuts, but finally nodded and let herself be led out. Wasn't he going to put on some pants? She wondered as his bare chest brushed against the back of her body. Could she? Biting back her questions, she obediently let him push her along the hallway and down the stairs to the front door. unlocked and turned the bolt securing the door and cracked it open to peak outside. As usual, her delivery boy was long gone and three neat brown bags of food and necessities sat right to the edge of her door.

Quickly she pulled the door open wide enough to grab the bags, bending over without thought and grasping them one by one and pulling them inside. Torque said nothing, but watched with detached interest for a second before letting his gaze drift over her cotton clad bottom. For second his thoughts came to a stop as he studied her soft, shapely legs, from her slender ankles, to her lush thighs and rounded bottom.

"See?" She interrupted his thoughts, standing and tugging down her nightshirt as she shut the door. "He got me eggs, so I can make breakfast and I still have bacon in the fridge. Is that good enough for you?" When she didn't get an immediate response, she glanced up at him, "Mister...uh..."

 

[Poganin]

Torque

"You can call me Edgar," he replied with a shrug and sat at the table, watching Bethany unpack the bags and put the foodstuffs away into the fridge and various cabinets. Of course it wasn't his real name and the less she knew the safer it was for her. She would spill the beans nevertheless when the police came but the fake name could throw them off his track for some time. Edgar was a safe name, it was rare.

With the sunlight worming its way into the kitchen through the curtains, Torque was once again struck by that nostalgic feeling of being at home once again. No cheap motel or flophouse he had slept in during his run could compare to this. It brought back memories he didn't want to remember just now, it was too early and they were too powerful and threatened to overwhelm him even more. Inhaling through the nose sharply he lokked at Beth who was now preparing breakfast. Torque was a little annoyed about having destroyed the toaster but his actions had been automatic and he had had to get the situation under control quickly. Perhaps he would repair it later when his stomach is full and some other needs are fulfilled, the dark voice said in his head and Torque saw that all this time he was watching Bethany's bottom swaying this way and that. Just before she had treated him to a view he had been recently watching in skin magazines only.

Just as he was thinking those thoughts she turned to put some things on the table and caught his gaze. "W-what?"she asked and the plates in her hands trembled.

"Nothing. Get a grip on yourself and hurry up. I'm starving," he mumbled and switched position a bit, feeling his cock grow under the towel. He knew he would do it with her, and quite soon too.

 

[EklectikChik]

Bethany

Bethany's stomach knotted up with nerves as she tried to move quickly through the kitchen. She could still feel his eyes on her as she moved and it made things worse. Her hands shook as she beat eggs and unwrapped her bacon and began to cook. Trying to concentrate on her tasks, she managed to make a decent plate and after a few minutes, she served up his breakfast with a tall glass of juice. "Here...um...m-may I go and um...freshen up?" She asked him as he dug into his food and shoved a mouthful in, chewing with a grunt of appreciation.

He glared at her a minute, making her stomach flutter. "Please...I really have to go." She whispered, her face flushing with embarrassment.

His broad shoulders lifted with an irritated sigh. "Yeah...go, but I swear...any funny business and..." his fist tightened around his fork and his face suddenly looked strained, making her back up a step.

"I promise...I just want to clean up." She swore and before he had a chance to change his mind, she fled out of the kitchen and up to her room. She tried to calm herself, taking deep even breaths as she rummaged through her thighs and found a pair of comfortable sweat pants and an oversized shirt, along with some undies. For a moment she froze and pondered nicer clothing, then chided herself for being stupid. He was her captor, not a guest!

With her things in hand, she went to the bathroom and began her morning ritual. With fresh breath, she stepped into the hot shower spray and scrubbed herself clean in a hurry. She didn't want to chance making 'Edgar' angry or irritated. She would die if he walked in on her showering. Quicky she finished off her steps and dried herself off, throwing on her clothing and then untangling her mass of curls. Caught up in a snag, she curse and fought with it a while.

"Problem?" came a male voice beside her, making her jump and squeak in alarm. Her big eyes widened in shock and she clutched at her heart, her brush tangled up and sticking out to the side of her head.

Torque's intense gaze registered slight humor for a split second before his eyes roamed over her new state of dress, back up to her situation. "Sorry. Need a hand?"

"W-what?" She sputtered.

"Your hair. Come on, you've been in here long enough." Grasping her arm, he pulled her out into her bedroom and forced her over to the bed, ordering her to sit. To her utter shock, he swatted her hands away and with surprisingly soft hands began to untangle her brush.

 

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Torque

Torque wasn't sure what overcame him but with his stomach full and the sun shining nicely outside, throwing multicoloured shaden through the curtains, he felt some sort of lazyness pouring into him. He didn't especially like it because it was making him lower his guard but Bethany seemed harmless enough and didn't seem like the sort of girl to deliberately cause him trouble. Feeling somewhat content Torque finished his breakfast, finding that he desperately needed such simple home meals. Drinking the cold orange juice refreshed him and gave him good enough humour to was the plate and glass. Then he wandered what the girl was up to spending so much time upstairs that he decided to check up on her, even if it meant finding her naked under the shower. He also recalled that he had left his gun and ammunition in the bathroom, covered by his clothes, though, but anyway he'd rather make sure Bethany didn't get any heroic idea of shooting into her head.

Slowly and silently Torque opened the bathroom door to find Bethany with a hairbrush in her hand, desperately fighting a snag in her thick mane of hair. Leaning on the doorframe he watched her for a moment and finally offered to help, leading her into the room and forcing to obey him. She was sitting on the bed stiffly, submitting to his hands doing their work. Fighting with her tangled hair Torque caught himself admiring her hair, thick and shiny and soft. As his hands moved, his nose registered the scents of her skin, soap, hair, fresh clothes. It was a breeze of normal life in the turmoil he had been going through.

There was no fighting this rising urge either. Torque finally threw the brush away on the floor which caused Bethany to turn and look up at him questioningly. Before she had the chance to speak anything he forcefully lifted and held her, kissing her hard.

 

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Bethany

Bethany was utterly stunned. She hadn't expected this situation at all and for a moment, stood stretched up on her tip toes still and wide eyed as Torque forced his mouth against hers. The stroke of his tongue trying to open her mouth finally sent a burst of panic through her, along with something strangely familiar, arousal.

She shoved her hands against his broad chest, encountering warm, hard flesh that sent a zing of excitement through her fingertips. He was like a brick wall, unyielding. "NO!" she managed to get out, but the move opened her mouth, letting in his invading tongue.

Torque let out a grunt and pulled her closer, trapping her hands between their bodies as one hand boldly cupped her bottom, his hard cock rubbing up against her belly. She gasped into his mouth, wiggling to try and get away, but he swept her up and moved to the top of the bed where he lay her down and then slid his body up against hers, pinning her to the bed. "Please...stop this!" She whined.

He hushed her, his eyes dark and glazed and his breath a little uneven. "It's been a very long time." He murmured thickly, his eyes scanning her face. She smelled so warm and good...her soft body lush and ripe.

She tried to get the rest of her protest out, but couldn't find the words anymore. His eyes...his eyes were filled with lust and his body spoke of power...he was going to take what he wanted, but something else caught her attention. Loneliness...pain...so deep he took her breath away. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back just as he leaned back down and took her mouth again. "So sweet...god..." he breathed, dipping his tongue in to taste again until she shyly responded and that small innocent response seemed to send him into overdrive.

Tugging on her sweats, Torque shoved a hand down inside. His cock was hard and throbbing, begging for release and even as she squeaked in surprise and shock, trying to wiggle away, her pussy was warm and slick.

 

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Torque

Without breaking the kiss Torque forced Bethany to lay down on the bed and all but covered her with his body, his right hand frantically trying to remove her pants and underwear, fumbling in the folds of her clothing. The fingers of his left hand were on Beth's neck, teasing the short hairs and sensitive skin. His tongue was forcefully invading her mouth, penetrating it and trying to coax her own to action. She was still struggling a bit but not as much as initially. Her protests were limited to her hands holding onto his shoulders and trying to push him away or scratching him.

It was a welcome change, experiencing the smoothness of a woman's skin once again. Annoyed with his ineptitude, Torque threw Beth's sweatpants on the floor and ran his fnigers up her thigh. She moaned into his mouth and tried to push him away harder and broke the kiss. "No, no, please," she mewled and clamped her legs but his palm ierringly crept along her smooth, warm skin towards the goal.

"Shhh," he calmed her down and nodded to her, his expression serious, but his eyes displaying the lust burning in him. Torque's fingers reached their destination and were now slowly rubbing up and down Bethany's slit, hot and moist. Noticing her readiness he chuckled and opened her, teasing her entrance. "Take you shirt off," he ordered and reluctantly she obeyed, baring herself before him. A million thoughts rushed through his head but they were quickly smothered as his mouth hungrily suckled on Bethany's breast, devouring the soft flesh as his fingers slowly rubbed and stroked her pussy.

 

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Bethany

She felt a mixture of humiliation and pleasure...how could she be letting herself give into to this?! She wondered as his hot and hungry mouth drew on a puckered nipple, making her arch and gasp against him. Her fingers clenched, digging into his shoulders as he switched from one soft, full breast to the other. Memories...what seemed a lifetime ago flooded her mind. This was a familiar dance, but one she had only experience once before things had taken a drastic turn and her fears took over.

"Please...please..." She whispered breathlessly as her spine arched again and hips jerked towards his touch. He was a solid, warm wall of muscles pinning her to the bed, making her dizzy with his hands and mouth. "Oh! Aaahh..." She cried out softly as his fingers delved down into her slick pussy, first one thick digit and then a second. Pleasure burst through her center, warming her belly and leaving her tingly with each eager thrust of his fingers. He pushed and stretched, his thumb settling against her clit as he twisted his hand around to rub. "Oh god! Please!"