Blood & Ivy

Fear, not freedom

Josephine was startled awake by the pressure of a hand on her thigh, and looked horrified to see Johnathan's diseased appendage resting there. “Miss Josephine, we've arrived to the hotel for the night,” his words oiled with lust. Josephine quickly righted herself and pushed his hand off of her, “You can wake me up without the use of physical touch, Johnathan.” she snapped losing all formalities. She would not tolerate it. She has stayed virtuous this long around that monster, and will continue to do so until she was ready. Johnathan chuckled deeply, “Beg your pardon, Josephine.” She pushed her shoulders back and exited the carriage without waiting for the coachman or Johnathan. She marched mad as a hen to the concierge desk, ignoring the looks and whistles she received from the patrons at the surrounding bar.

 “I need a room for the night. The gentlemen accompanying me can get their own, and I would prefer a separate floor from them, please” she demanded but remained polite.

 The older gentleman behind the bar c****d his eyebrow slightly, before handing her a key, “this is on the second floor ma'am. Right above my head.” She visibly relaxed, “Thank you so much sir,” and turned to grab her bag from the coachman. She turned towards the stairs when she felt eyes on her, and turned to find a gentleman sitting in the back corner of the bar. He wore a simple yet elegant suit, which looked black in the dull candle flame that rested on his table. Even from her distance, she saw the intense green of his eyes, which stood out against the dark like jade stone in sunlight. Her breath caught, and a slight gasp escaped her rosebud lips. The gentleman leaned back away from the candlelight, and Josephine turned away and dashed up the stairs to her room. She shut the door silently, and leaned against it. That man made her feel a way she never thought a man could; flustered and filled with curiosity. She placed her hand on her heart while she tried to calm her breathing. There was something about those eyes that filled her mind with more than curiosity, and it terrified yet thrilled her. She was instantly drawn, when her instincts tell her that she should know better. She leaned until the palpitations of her heart calmed, back to the steady thump it usually maintained.    Finally, she settled on freshening up and heading down to get a drink and some food. Once properly composed, Josephine headed downstairs. Her eyes immediately scanned the back corner for the gentleman from what seemed like moments earlier, and was surprised to find herself disappointed when he wasn't there anymore. She put her emotions aside and found herself a seat, and promptly ordered an ale and a meal, which tonight was a deer stew. She sipped the ale and was happy to find the calming affects hit her fairly quickly and was able to enjoy her food peacefully, but it was unfortunately ruined by Johnathan sliding into the chair beside her, “Ah, darling I see you've started without me.” “I didn't start without you Johnathan as I wasn't waiting for you.” “Now Jo, don't be like that.”     At his words she quickly snapped her head and looked at him in his face, “I've warned you before to never call me that Johnathan,” she hissed, “That nickname is for those I am intimate, and you and I have never been intimate, nor will ever BE intimate.” All the while Johnathan's smile crept wider across his face, making Josephine even more infuriated. As his smile crept, so did his hand, up Josephine's thigh under her skirts. “Now Jo, I've been patient for long enough. Under my mother's watchful eyes and waiting for the day you became an adult and would no longer be under her gaze was a torture I've had to endure long enough,” Johnathan slithered. “I've seen how curvy you've become and let me tell you, I've lost my patience.” As his hand slide all the way up and his fingers touched Josephine's sensitive inner thigh. She gasped in disgust and disbelief, but Johnathan took it as pleasure and tried to proceed further.     Josephine's shock quickly dissolved and she splashed the remainder of her ale in his face, and then slapped him. Whatever Johnathan expected, was not that. A few snickers across the bar as she stormed out and up the stairs put Johnathan into a rage he's never known. He would have his way with her, and it didn't matter how. He jumped up and followed Josephine's retreating figure up to her room and pushed her roughly onto her door in the hall way. He placed one hand on her throat, and the other under her skirt. Her eyes grew wide with terror as the realization hit her after the force of hitting the door took her breath from her. “No one makes a fool out of Johnathan Baker. I want you Jo, and I always get what I want,” before his lips crashed down onto her mouth.     The pressure of his lips on hers and the hand across her throat kept her gasping for air. He removed his lips from her face and then trailed to her neck and shoulders while his other hand slid from it's position on her waist up to her breasts. He painfully squeezed her left mound, bringing a whine that caught in her throat. His lips returned to her mouth, his tongue forced into her mouth while she almost gagged. His breath was sour, heavy with smoke and his own internal ugliness. She bit his tongue, which caused Johnathan to grunt in pain, and the hand that was squeezing her breast, reared back and smacked her across the face, “You retched b***h!” he spat at her. His hand that smacked her pulled her layers of skirt up and the pressure on her throat increased, until a finger forcefully inserted into her virginal core. She cried at the pain of the violation, not being able to stop the tears, and silently cursed the barman who made her feel secure. She continued trying to push and kick Johnathan off, and screamed out before Johnathan's hand removed from her throat to her mouth. He stared into her face shaking his head with that sick grin and her tears continued to fall, pushing with all her might but to no avail. ”God Jo, I forgot what a virgin felt like,” teasing in her ear. He was much taller and larger than her 5'0” petite frame, and acted as if she wasn't fighting him with her life. His sick, sadistic smile only grew wider as her tears grew heavier, the pain of her assault and the heaviness of her tears only fueling his fire. He licked up the side of her neck, and every wall and emotion she had built and hidden crumbled down with how helpless she truly was, and the inevitable of what Johnathan would do.  Just as she was going to pass out from the pain and loss of oxygen, Johnathan's body was thrown across the hallway away from her, a grunt and hard thud against the floor. She fell forward, with a pair of arms catching her, fear striking through her that what had started wasn't actually finished.  She looked up and saw the same intense jade eyes from the bar earlier. As the world faded around her, she placed her hand on his bearded cheek and let the darkness consume her.