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Alena woke, her wrists tied to each pole of the bed. Exodus looking down on her. ‘Untie me.’
‘Later. A little fun first.’
‘No!’ she screamed trying to break free. ‘What are you going to do to me?’
He smiled evilly, pulling himself on top of her. ‘Just lye back and enjoy it.’
He placed his lips on hers kissing her, kissing her harder and harder guiding his nails down her arms cutting them open blood gushing out. He pulled away looking at her. ‘Doesn’t cry or I’ll kill you.’
She swallowed her tears.
He placed his lips back onto hers kissing her, kissing down her body, she cringed holding her tears back. He guided his hands down her legs and up the insides of her legs. Her heart beating faster every second in his company, trying to escape him, the ropes cutting into her wrists. Tearing her flesh open.
His tongue slithered up her body. He slipped inside her placing his lips back onto hers kissing her, his nails slicing through her flesh as he held on to her tightly making love to her.
He pulled away untying her. She leaped up going for him. He threw her back on to the bed, her head bouncing off the back wall. Landing on the bed, he grabbed her wrists looking angrily down at her. ‘Do you know who I am?’
‘N-n-no.’
‘You will find out soon enough, until then no stunts, or I will kill you.’
‘My friends and boy friend will come looking for me.’
‘If they do I’ll kill them too.’
She looked into his ice blue eyes, they were glazed, full of anger, her eyes filling.
‘What have I told you about crying?’
‘Please let me go.’
‘No.’
‘My friends told me not to come here alone.’
‘Well you did so deal with it.’
He loosed her wrists. ‘Now rest. I shall return later, maybe then you would’ve calmed down.’
He pulled away slipping off the bed and out of the room.
Alena lay silent. What sort of place had she come too? Who was this Exodus guy all she knew was he was a freak.
‘So how is she X?’
‘Feisty.’
‘Just the way you like them.’
‘Yeah. A little too feisty. She needs to calm down.’
‘You found the right one this time then?’
‘I hope so, or I shall have to kill her too.’
‘Seems such a shame she looks so pretty.’
‘She is.’
‘She told you her name yet?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Are you bringing her down to the club?’
‘Another night, when she’s learned to trust me.’
Alena woke, she pulled herself up off the bed. She walked slowly and painfully out of the room across the hall into the bathroom. She closed the door. A dark coloured dress hung from the door, a note attached to it. ‘Please wear this dress for me X.
She took the note of it taking it of the hanger with a pair of g-strings tied to it. She shook her head. She placed them on the bath then slipped out of her blood stained clothes slipping into the g-strings then the dress. She freshened up and ventured into the lounge. She flicked through the many CD’s and found one of her choice putting it into the CD player pressing play, pouring herself a glass of red. She sipped it then placed it down next to the player dancing to the CD.
‘Is Exodus here?’
She stopped, turned. ‘No.’
‘Don’t stop on my account.’
‘I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.’
‘Exodus said to meet him here.’
‘Sorry I haven’t seen him since.’ She looked out of the window it was pitch black outside.
‘You okay?’
‘Yeah. Just I haven’t seen Exodus since it was light that’s all.’
‘It’s fine. I’ll wait. I’m sure you’ll keep me company till he returns won't you?’
‘I guess.’
‘So what shall I call you?’
‘He calls me Angel. You can call me whatever.’
‘So you’re his new project are you?’
‘You what?’
‘Nothing. You’ll find out soon enough.’ He said walking over to Alyna.
She turned.
‘Don’t turn it off.’
‘I’m not I’m just skipping a few tracks.’
She turned, his eyes met hers. ‘Shall we?’
‘I..’
‘Come on he won’t say anything.’
‘O-kay.’ She replied unsure.
He took her hand slipping his fingers through them, holding onto her waist as he closed his hand over hers.
They moved slowly, gliding across the room. ‘So where do you come from?’
‘Not far just a bus ride away.’
‘I see.’
He lowered her. ‘He chose well.’
She looked at him; he pulled her back up, pulling her close, peering over her neck bearing his incisors.
‘Tragen!’
He looked up looking directly at Exodus. His incisors disappearing. He pulled away from Alena. . His arm dropping from round her, her hand out of his.
She looked over.
‘Exodus.’
‘Who let you in?’
‘You asked me to be here.’
‘I did not tell you to enter and take advantage of Angel now leave.’
‘But you.’
‘I’ll see you down in the club.’
‘Sure.
Tragen walked away. Looking at Alena. ‘Nice meeting you.’
‘You too.’
He turned back walking passed Exodus silently.
Exodus walked over to Alena. His hand shot across her face, making it bleed. ‘Did you let him in?’
‘No. He took me by surprise.’
Exodus placed his hands on Alena’s face. ‘Stay away from him Angel. He’ll kill you rather than look at you.’
‘But.’
His eyes burned into hers. ‘Trust me.’
‘Okay.’
He leaned forward placing his lips on hers kissing her. Kissing her harder and harder, lifting her legs rapping them round him making love to her. His nails slicing through her. Piercing through her thighs as he grabbed tightly onto her.
He pulled away pulling his nails out of her thighs before they too dropped to the floor. He pulled his lips away from hers.
‘Is that all you want me for? Is that what I am to you a s*x project?’
He looked confused at her. ‘What did you say?’
‘You heard.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘If I’m your new project is that what it is?’
‘Who told you?’
She stood shaking, looking into his angered ice blue eyes.
‘Tragen!’
He turned saying nothing walking away towards the door. He looked at her. ‘Oh by the way you look great in the dress. You’ll have to wear it down the club.’
‘Can I come?’
‘Not tonight, maybe another.’
‘Okay.’
He turned back walking out of the flat slamming the door shut.
Exodus slammed Tragen up the wall. ‘Stay away from Angel okay!’
‘Why?’
‘I know you better than you know yourself.’
‘I like her.’
‘Stay away.’ Exodus loosed Tragen, slashing him across the face. ‘Oh and another thing why tell her that she was a project?’
‘A slip of the tongue.’
Exodus slashed him again. ‘Next time it will be your tongue.’ He turned walking away.
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