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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“What do you mean?” I whispered.
Eric went still above me and shrugged pushing into me. “It’s not what you think,” he muttered.
He looked deeply disturbed and I watched him push some emotion from his face as he finished taking me. He pulled out and spent himself on my belly. He tossed me a towel and I wiped him from me.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him. “It that why you killed Cullen? Because he started to want it?”
Eric looked disgusted for a second. “No,” he finally said.
“Just forget about him,” he looked around the room and sighed.
“Once we have your room repainted it will be easier.”
“I don’t want this,” I gestured at him and the room I lay in. “I don’t want you or your sick boyfriend.”
His beautiful face went as still as a painting. “Nonetheless you have us dear, now time for bed,” he scooped me up and deposited me in Cullen’s old bed and I stared up at the dark ceiling as he left.
They let me sleep in the next day. When I awoke the sun was casting long shadows in the room. I heard the sound of pans being put away below. Alcide cleaning again.
For a long time I just laid there and tried to remember who I had been before them. I’d been a prisoner for less than a week and already I was being wiped out of existence. If I’d been thirty when they’d taken me it would have taken years to do that but since I was nearly still a child it was happening rapidly.
Soon I would be nothing but a receptacle for them. I tottered to my feet as I smelled some sort of meat cooking. The door was unlocked but I didn’t make a break for it. I could almost feel their blows at any such attempt, besides if they had thought that I had a shadow’s chance of escaping they would have locked the door. I went to the bathroom and washed my face after peeing. My cheeks were starting to be hallow and my mouth was chapped and a faint bruise was on my right cheek. I looked terrible but if anyone had seen me on the street they would just think it had been a day or so without sleep, not that I had been brutally raped over and over.
Alcide stood at the foot of the staircase when I came out. “Come down and have some dinner,” he called with a genial expression again as if he was running a bed and breakfast and I was a guest.
“I’m not hungry,” I replied, was that my voice? So wooden and dead?
He shook his head and wiped his hands on his grey apron. “She says she’s not hungry,” he called.
“Tough shit, drag her if you have to,” his lover called back.
Before Alcide could mount the stairs I was coming down. He smiled briefly at me. “Good girl.”
I said nothing as he guided me with a gentle touch to the kitchen table. Meatloaf with mash potatoes was sitting there and Alcide made me a plate whistling while he did it. The scene was surreal. It was a Norman Rockwell painting with domestic Armani models making dinner.
His green eyes caught the light as he set my plate down. “Thin is good, but emaciated isn’t,” he said sitting down across from me.
I took a bite of meatloaf to my lips and chewed. It was delicious, in fact in any other situation it would have been the best I ever tasted. I had no appetite though. I saw them staring at me and flushed. “Well how is it?” he looked like expectant and hopeful.
“It’s delicious,” I said truthfully pushing the plate away. When his eyes narrowed I cleared my throat.
“It’s the company,” I mumbled.
Eric set his plate down next to Alcide’s. “If we have to tube feed you we will,” he said quietly, taking a fastidious bite and chewing.
“When did you first start watching me?”
The two men exchanged a glance. “What difference does that make?” Alcide asked after swallowing some mashed potatoes.
I shrugged and used my fork to push around the food. “I’d just like to know,” I said softly.
“We were looking for a guy,” Alcide began. “Then you walked by with that bitch boyfriend of yours and he saw your eyes,” he cast a quick glance over to Eric who nodded.
“Eric collects rare things,” he added with an affectionate kiss to his lover’s cheek.
They nuzzled each other over the cooling meal and I felt squeamish. “Now eat and be quiet,” Eric said clearing his plate bite by bite.
“Whose Civil War puzzle is that?” I pointed through the arched doorway to the coffee table.
“A former companion of ours started it, we just haven’t finished it yet,” Alcide said avoiding my gaze.
“Cullen?”
He shook his head. “No before him, it’s a tough puzzle and its almost done, so…”
I felt my flesh crawl with the horror of his sentence. “So there’s been other ones before Cullen and I?”
He shook his head. “No that one was sort of like a second boyfriend to us,” he set his fork done after his meatloaf had been eaten.
“Am I first girl you’ve taken?”
They both nodded. Alcide got up and scraped his plate of the remnants of mashed potatoes and gravy. “I have to say,” he said turning from his place by the sink. “I was a reluctant to take a girl but I think it’s sort of refreshing,” he beamed at me.
I bowed my head and ate a little meatloaf. It was now cold and not nearly as tasty. “So do tell,” Eric swiped up the last of his meat and continued. “How long were you dating that eunuch?”
I knew what the word meant and frowned. “He wasn’t a eunuch, he wanted to save himself for marriage,” I said irritably.
The blonde stood and laughed under his breath. “Oh one of those ones that beats off on the bible,” his tone was completely dismissive and jaded, as if he had seen a million Brandons.
I wanted to hurl my plate at his head as he put his dish in the sink and started washing it before putting it in the sink. I doubted that Brandon had ever masturbated but I would be damned if I would give him more fodder to belittle my boyfriend.
I sat there grinding my jaws together as they tidied up the kitchen. “Finish up,” Alcide said staring down at me and breaking into my daydream of hacking him and his boyfriend into small pieces.
“I’m not hungry,” I repeated for the second time this evening.
Eric came behind Alcide and motioned for him to step aside. “Let me be clear,” he paused and came closer. “You will eat every bite that we give you, suicide by starvation isn’t an option,” his hand closed over mine and forced it to pick up a bite of cold meat and bring it to my lips.
I gagged as I chewed and he looked annoyed. “Give her a few days, she’ll get hungry,” Alcide suggested, looking to Eric for his approval. I’ d yet to figure out who was actually in charge in this relationship.
Eric gave a curt nod and Alcide took my plate away, scraping the remains into the steel garbage can. “Do you know what night it is?”
I shook my head. “In four more hours it will have been a week since we took you,” he smiled at me brilliantly. “We’re going to celebrate,” he turned his head and I saw him wink at the dark haired one sweeping the floor.
I didn’t want to ask but the question slipped out anyway. “How?”
A faint smile curled up his mouth and he shook his head. “Now, now, Sookie we can’t be spoiling the surprise, can we?”
I just sat there and looked at Alcide sweeping the floor. I felt dead, but inside I was burning with decaying life. There was still something of the old Sookie inside and I had to do everything I could to keep her alive.
So I didn’t scream, I didn’t struggle when Eric approached. He took my hand and led me upstairs with his lover behind us.
He took me to his room again and pushed me to the bed. He rummaged in his closet while Alcide lounged against the wall in front of me. He came out holding a collar. “This is overdue,” he said quietly fitting it around my neck and adjusting it. It was a deep red with diamonds, or fake diamonds, I don’t know enough about them to be sure either way.
“That’s hot on her,” Alcide commented pushing away from the wall.
Eric smirked and then nodded. “It is, I told you having a girl would be interesting,” he murmured stepping back to admire me in the humiliating collar.
“And you were so right,” Alcide said capturing Eric’s lips with his for a kiss.
“Get on your stomach,” Eric said in a different tone.
“No!” I cried desperately moving off the bed. They came towards the bed and I cowered into a ball. I felt one of them roll me over. “You know you should only do one pass with the rod at first,” Eric admonished Alcide.
“I know but her screams…” he sighed and I felt his thick finger penetrate my rectum and I screamed against the pillow against my cheek.
“Don’t,” Eric said. “She can’t withstand what we have planned,” he paused and I felt him pick me up. “Not tonight anyway,” he brought me to my room and sat me on the bed.
Alcide came into the dark room where the light of the nightlight made him ghoulish. He was carrying a cuff attached to a chain. He grabbed my arm before I could get away and chained me to the metal headboard.
“There, safe and snug just like a bug in a rug,” Alcide crowed rubbing his hands together with a boyish expression.
There was nothing safe or snug about my predicament. Eric sat next to me on the bed and reached for my head. I recoiled as far as the chain would allow but he was only brushing back a lock of my hair.
“Turn on the light would you?” Light flooded the room and I winced at the sudden change.
“No more hitting her in the face,” he murmured touching my bruised cheek. Alcide came until he stood next to the blonde.
“That’s your handiwork I think, I always go for body shots.”
“Well in any case when I fuck her I don’t want her face all swollen,” Eric replied brushing his fingers across the flesh of my face.
His hand trailed down from my cheek to my broken ribs. “Get the ace bandages I bought,” I watched Alcide cross to the door and heard the creaking of a cabinet opening. He came back holding two rolls.
He was an expert at doing it, I thought as he meticulously rapped me up. “I was a paramedic for a time,” I must have had some look of surprise on my face to earn that tidbit.
“And then what?” I don’t know why I asked, maybe out of spite.
He went very still. “It doesn’t concern you,” he said standing up and joining Eric and they left the room.
That night was endless as I strained my ears for sound of their approach. I eventually fell into a thin restless sleep. I dreamt I was burning in hell, but that was a lie, I wasn’t being burnt I was being frozen into a tiny bit of whatever was left of my humanity.
The moonlight shone onto the hardwood floors when I awoke drenched in a cold sweat. The chain rattled when I moved to scratch my arm. I had enough room to do that much at least.
My bladder was aching from the milk I’d drank with supper. “Eric?” I called out hating myself for it, they were both despicable but Eric hadn’t raped me with a hot rod.
I heard a creaking of the floorboards and the door popped back and there he was. “What?” he sounded annoyed.
“So sorry to have disturbed you but I have to pee,” I said acidly.
He turned and left and came back with a key on a ribbon. He wrapped his hand around my hair and led me into the bathroom. “Leave,” I said unable to pee with him watching.
He did with a little smile.
I needed a shower but at the thought of taking one with him, I shuddered and pushed the desire away.
When I came out he was yawing and rubbing his eyes. “Come,” he said simply leading me back the way I’d come. He cuffed me to the bed again and the light of the hallway vanished like sunshine in a valley.
I was alone and it had never felt so good or so temporary.
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