Captured (Split Fanfitcion)

Chapter 11

[Wait a minute, who are you?! And how could you find our radio?!] Sounded from the walkie talkie that you've been holding shakily. Even despite your highest desires, you couldn't answer. There was a bigger issue for you right now.

Your keeper was staring at you and by the way of the look of his, you knew, you were f****d. He slowly reached for the walkie talkie and with an easy movement, he took it from you. Being terrified of the consequences, you didn't protest - not that it would have caused any good for you anyway.

He gently turned off the radio with an intimidating smile, still not breaking the eye contact between the two of you. You were weak, very weak against him, even just the silent judging of his made your knees shaky.

"Did you really think you could escape? By tricking us?" the familiar giggle made you realize that who was standing in front of you was actually Patricia. And to be honest, this didn't relieve you at all. Actually, you were more terrified of her than the others. With biting your lip, you decided to stay silent, because obviously there was no right answer for you. The woman though, it seemed your silence didn't satisfy her. Reaching out with a warm smile, he caressed your cheek which made shivers go through your spine. "What's wrong Sweetheart? Cat's got your tongue?" She said chuckling as she moved her thumb closer to your lower lip. Every inch of her finger's movement on your skin made your stomach twist.

You felt like you could collapse at any minute.

"You know," she said softly after a small giggle "I so would like to make you suffer. For breaking the rules.." she moved her thumb to your throat and gently placed her fingers around it. "Suffocate you and see how you're fighting for your life." You felt your heart start racing as you swallowed, forcing back your gathering tears. You've never been more terrified in your life than now. Your keeper, she was staring at you with predator's eyes, ready to kill the prey. And this prey was you.

"It's so unfortunate that I can't do that." She sighed and took away the dangerous fingers from your throat, letting you breathe in despair. "Dennis told us that we can't hurt you. Such a shame." she grinned "Those Impures like you should know their place. Not that you would have a chance anyway." Finally, she stepped further giving you some more space. "So I hope you feel lucky. Because you really are."

You could clearly feel the darkness in her voice and it made you goosebumps. You would have given everything just to get out of here. After deep sigh though, her aura has changed. She put up her regular warm expression and turned to the shelves searching for something. You didn't dare to say or do anything, you just massaged shakily your throat, trying to process what has just happened. You had to stay strong, even if that seemed impossible at the moment. The flowing tears didn't show your determination though, but you knew, you had to try further. Or...

She intruded your depressive thoughts when you saw her turning back with a freshly lit candle in her hands. "Let's go back to your room, Sweetheart." she said with a soft smile pointing the way to out of the door. You let out a weak sigh then gave her a small nod. So the two of you started walking back through the dark corridors. "Dear, could you put your palms together? So that we can think about this way back, like a nice confession of your recent sin."

You silently nodded and did so.

"You could have been this obedient before. So we wouldn't have to make a punishment for you. Nowaday's youngsters... Why do they always have to be like this?" She hummed to herself. "Well let's start the confession, shall we?"

You couldn't really catch on what she said because there was something that occupied you more. That certain punishment. To be honest, you weren't sure if the punishment had to come in either way, then which option would have been better for you. Dennis or Patricia, they were terrifying in their own way. And you really didn't want to experience any of them.

"In the Sun, we may find the Passion... In the Sun, we may find us... Purpose." Her voice echoed through the empty corridor. The two of you reached the destination already, so with a turn, you were back again in the familiar room. Taking away your palms, you turned back to the woman, listening to her next command. She stopped at the doorframe, giving you a pleased smile. "I've read this in a grief postcard. It was meant to be written for a funeral but I thought it was beautiful." She claimed gladly then blew off the candle. "Dennis will inform you about the ceremony of tonight.. and.. well let's just leave this in surprise." The woman giggled and left you alone.

You had to start thinking, NOW. What the hell should you do... There must be something - ANYTHING you could use. If you find something, you may have a chance until tonight... Think, just think! You quickly rushed your look around the room searching any spot that may have to avoid your attention. Your keeper turned on the light in the other room probably in order to change clothes. You had so short time, c'mon-... Suddenly you saw something sparkling next to the doorframe. As you focused on it, you realized what it was: a nail. Maybe.. Maybe you could use that! With a quick movement, you sneaked to it and swiped it to the sidewall of your room. For now, it was enough that you knew the nail was there. You didn't want to risk anything at this point. You stood back to your original place waiting in more self-conscious than before.

You could cling to something and hope again.

Your captor got back and you saw by the tiny shirt and familiar glasses, that it was really Dennis. You felt the tension in his eyes and this depressing silence made your stomach twist as well. You felt so weak again.

With a deep sigh, he stepped closer to you. "It was not nice to trick a child. These actions show who you really are..."

"I-I'm sorry.." you answered quietly, not daring to look in his eyes.

"It's not me, who you should really apologize.." Then with another step, he made the distance less, between the two of you. You shakily stepped one way back in responding. You were just too afraid of the possible consequences. "Hedwig though, you likely won't see him again. There's just so less time.." he continued keeping the steps towards you. You didn't give up either, but you knew, eventually, there won't be anywhere to run. One step, two steps. "Why? You were so obedient until now." You didn't dare to break the eye contact with him. One step again. "Have you been planning this the whole time?" Your heart was painfully pounding. You knew you had done a mistake, you knew you were guilty, and it was killing you. Another step backward. There mustn't be too much until the wall. "If so, I hope you prepared for the possible consequences as well.."

...

No more steps. Just wall.

You were shaking hard as you kept watching your keeper walking towards you with deadly calm. He placed his hand onto your hair and swept it behind your ear, still staring into your eyes. He was close. Very close. "Now what should I do with you? Why did you have to make me do this? Did you really want to be punished?" He whispered to your lips, then not even letting you answer, he kissed you. The constant feeling of his lips made your knees weak. And even when you tried to protest, the rising feeling in your body suck up all your power. He was in control, and he paralyzed every inch of you forcing his tongue inside your mouth to start a wild dance. You felt so dirty, yet so excited, and this all was so bad but so good at the same time. You hated yourself for these feelings.

A shiver went through your spine as you felt his strong hand moving lower towards your chest, grabbing one of your breasts through the clothes. Unconsciously you let out a forced-back moan and just hoped he hasn't heard it. "Enjoying being touched, aren't we?" He hissed into the kiss with a pleased grin, as he continued teasing your breast with his hand. He placed the other one onto your collarbone to caress it giving you a burning sensation. You were panting despite your greatest trying, which made him more self-consciousness. You saw where this was going, and you didn't like it at all.. at least that was that you tried to tell yourself.

You flinched as his curious hand has started wandering again, lower and lower. Your stomach was trembling as he smoothly drew his fingers down the fabric. No, no, not there... You wanted to make his stop, but then the feeling of his lips on your neck made you moan instead. He was sucking you hard there, planning to make a mark you. It was hard, really hard to think straight. He knew those ways to make you wear.

"You know, you were pretty clever." He started, after leaving a hickey on your neck. "For using this flannel to cover yourself. Honestly, I didn't think you would do that.." he chuckled in please "Maybe I should just take it away as well, to make you more vulnerable" And with some slowly move, he started to loose the knot which you've done by unwinding the sleeves of the cloth.

Sudden flashbacks hit you as you were feeling his hand around your lower part. Horrible, disgusting flashbacks. They made you sick.

"N-No.." This was the only thing you could force out of your mouth and even this short word took away all of your energy. Tears quickly gathered in your eyes and started flowing down on your cheeks.

You didn't want to feel this again.

First, he ignored you, so after gathering all of your strength you continued begging to him "Please.. please s-stop. I'm begging you..."

"Maybe you should have thought about the consequences-.." he hissed at you but startled for a minute as he saw your quickly changed expression. He couldn't put this expression of yours anywhere. He looked away with confused eyes, then, after a bit of hesitation, he stepped backward, letting you space. You quickly crouched and lift your head to your knees, embracing them. Ignoring him, you just let the emotions took over you.

Dennis was watching you without saying anything, but after a minute of waiting, he nervously set his glasses. "I..." he didn't find the right words "I was supposed to inform you about tonight's ceremony, so.. I-I'll just do it." He frustratedly said in the end. Then after a forced cough, he continued "The monster is a really sensitive being. It presents the highest form of human evolution." you didn't make any reaction, but he decided not to stop. "It thinks that the time of the common humanity is over. I hope it makes you relieved. You'll have the opportunity for being near to some extraordinary being." Then with a pause, he examined you. Still no reaction from you, but it didn't seem to matter. "I wanted to take your last shirt as well, but... I will not do that." He added quietly. "Because tonight is a sacred night."

Then after a bit of hesitation, he went to the door, but before shutting it, he turned back at you to stare at you from the head to the toe once more. No reaction, only small trembling. He let out a deep sigh to change his tone and expression to deadly serious.

"Soon it'll be over."

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You were alone in the darkness once again.