Thread: Monster [ Burke x Arianna  ]

Lexi did her best to ignore the events unfolding around her, instinctively blocking the horrifying screams of the ghastly, transformed creatures she didnt even want to contemplate. This instinct for mental disengagement gave a modicum of control, and protected her sanity from the threat of something she couldnt comprehend much less rationalize while she fought desperately to reach someone, anyone on her cellphone. A frustrated whimper escaped as yet another busy signal sounded in her ear each blaring tone meant hope of reaching the kind of safety found only in another human voice was rapidly dwindling. Smashing the disconnect button with her thumb in anger, she was about to hit redial when the sound of silence caused her to look up feeling a wave of nausea. The beasts now lay in crumpled heaps on the floor, and Lexi tore her eyes away from that disturbing sight, only to see something equally abhorrent...the men, covered with blood, sitting there with exposed erections still slick with fluid, like debauched monarchs surveying their own little fiefdom. They were drunk from their own sick, twisted, decadence, and God only knew what else. Now focused on their next innocent victims, her heart ached for the women, one hypnotized and vulnerable, the other, manipulated into compliance. Tears of rage threatened to spill onto Lexis cheeks from what, at least in her mind, was no different from an assault, and no matter how unreasonable that thought was, she refused to let it go because she needed to believe it. Disgusted yet inexplicably transfixed, Lexi stood watching the erotic dance between man and woman, one that might have been arousing under different circumstances, had it truly been between lovers. Her attention was only on the dark haired one now, and the intense pleasure he was coaxing from the girl bouncing frantically on his lap. The expression of ecstasy on the schoolgirls face was undeniable and suddenly, Lexis comfortable belief that it was against the young prostitutes will, was challenged, forcing her to question whether there may be more going on than she was willing to admit. The distant detachment on the mans face though, was such a startling contrast to the lustful abandon of his victim, that it made Lexi very uneasy. Actually, it petrified her because it struck at her deepest feminine fearthat a man could manipulate and control a woman by exploiting her vulnerabilities, and ripping away her individuality, rendering her nothing more than a willing slave to his passion and whims. It was something Lexi vehemently refused to fall victim to and had steeled herself against over an entire lifetime. The girls mounting pleasure and cries of passion ultimately became too much for Lexi to bear, and she looked away, red faced and staring at the floor while trying to ignore the sounds. Eventually, the rapturous screams of the girls explosive climax tore through the room, penetrating the farthest corner, until Lexi wished the floor would somehow open up and swallow her whole. At least she didnt have to wait long for the room to grow quiet again. Several moments of silence lulled Lexi into believing she may escape unscathed, and thenshe heard the words...You two. Come....and froze. Without a doubt, it was a command meant for her and Shauna, and at the same time, she knew exactly who it was that uttered it. His voice had already become familiar, a common phenomenon that occurs when something is associated with trauma, and her eyes flew to the dark man before darting to Shauna. The blonde woman stood rigid, pity and determination etched on her face, and Lexi listened carefully to every word, feeling the remorse, understanding the importance of what she said, and agreeing without hesitation. Instinct alone told her their very survival depended on the ability to stay calm and draw as little attention as possible, and she was determined to do exactly that. Nearly paralyzed from anxiety, she watched with increasing dread as Shauna sauntered over, and knelt between his legs to take him in her mouth. The silent communication between the two women did little to make Lexi feel better, and the situation only grew more distasteful with the mans deliberate attempt to belittle her friend by covering her with a blanket, and then, oddly enough, a piece of wood. Lexi was both disgusted and incensed, but that promptly changed into raw fear when his hand reached out for her, demanding she come to him the arrogance of a monster beckoning his prey, confident there could be no refusal. Shaunas urgent warning about the seriousness of their situation had been unnecessary but echoed through her mind nonetheless. With a shuddering breath, Lexi took a few steps forward, and gasped when he snatched her as though she weighed nothing, pulling her closer his iron grip, holding her utterly still, yet poised so she wasnt actually resting on anything. He kept her there for a moment, her backside hovering a hairs breadth above the edge of the armrest, causing the muscles of her thighs to remain tense. Before her stretched the rooms expanse and the tantalizing promise of freedom, behind her a terrifying caricature of her worst nightmares, his ominous words what should I do with you feeding her imagination until it took her to the edge of panic. Chest heaving from ragged breaths, and wrapped in a tight cocoon of fear, she did not miss the note of disapproval in his voice over her attire though she didnt care, and oddly, had the idea that neither really did he. When he commanded she lie down on the makeshift table, an overwhelming urge to revolt surged through her body. She was painfully aware of Shauna pleasuring him beneath, and his seeming cold indifference to it, as though the woman didnt even exist. With head held high, Lexi refused to look into his eyes, but his rich velvet voice constricted around her with ruthless authority, leaving no doubt about his ability to force her if she didnt obey. Her resolve faltered on the brink of collapse. Mortified by both the wanton sounds of sexual gratification rising above the silence, and the thought of surrendering to his demands, she still dared not refuse, for doing so would only serve to give him a reason to kill her. A deep shuddering breath wracked her body as she steeled herself for what was to come. With cheeks stained pink from humiliation, it took all her inner strength to take that first step and climb onto the wooden plank, where her knees met the cold hard wood with a soft thud. Crawling until she knelt in the centre, her eyes stayed focused on the red brick wall at the other end of the room while she pressed her palms down to steady herself, and then stretched out her legs, the slim heels of her leather boots making a scuffing noise as they slid across the table. Trembling and clutching her hands to her breast, she winced at his repeat command to lay back, but complied by slowly leaning backwards until her head rested against the rigid surface, and her long red hair splayed outwards like a fiery halo around her ashen face. In the next instant, his cold green eyes, devoid of any humanity, locked with hers against her will, and she shivered at what she saw swirling in their depths. Appalled with herself for ever thinking him attractive, she braced for the hypnotic trance she was sure would follow, but instead, something chilling and malicious penetrated her senses, causing her very soul to cry out against the invasion that stripped it naked before the enemy, her very existence weighed and measured for value, and then callously dismissed as unworthy. It was degrading and yet at the same time, she felt some relief, exactly as though she had been probed by death himself and given a generous reprieve. She did not have to wait long to discover his motive for keeping her alert and responsive. He was playing with her, taunting and manipulating every last ounce of fear from the depths of her consciousness to feed his twisted desire for domination through pain and suffering. On some level where logic remained intact, Lexi knew that, but the warmth of his strong masculine hand pressing on her fragile throat was frightening, and the subtle weight against her trachea painful. The thrumming of her pulse intensified, beating wildly against his fingers, and she gulped, eyes widening from the terror of knowing that any wrong move would be her last. A deranged display of emotions played across his otherwise impassive, blood smeared face, and Lexi began shaking again as she listened to his rambling threats, clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white, his words and predatory visage nearly suffocating her with their hideous intensity. She had seen that look before on the faces of the worst serial killers in history, and just like them, this monster was clearly psychotic, warped beyond redemption and lost to reason, his beast normally leashed but now freed by the whatever combination of drugs and violence he found intoxicating. For surely he was intoxicated, his tenuous hold on reality and inability to focus was obvious, but even that gave Lexi little hope because he was inhuman ...a Vampire . Just thinking it seemed wrong, but not more so than the crushing realization she knew it to be true with every fibre of her being. She had witnessed him , his sharp fangs, the blood...the others . There was no other explanation. Though she was scared to death, and struggling to breathe, the bemused smile and dreamy gaze that swept across his face as he looked upon her, declaring her his doll, curiously ignited a tiny flame of defiance in Lexi. It was a tremor of indignation that he treated her like a new pet that had better amuse its master or risk being tossed aside without a second thought, but it quickly extinguished. His fingers tightened on her throat once more, a shattering reminder she lay powerless before him and was nothing more than a sacrifice on his altar of madness. Trembling and fighting the urge to squirm against his grip, the seconds ticked by like hours, and Alexandria slowly drifted along the emotional void between sheer panic and resignation, the place where a person knows the end is near, and must decide how they will face death. Does one go kicking and screaming, or surrender to the inevitable? To deny her tormentor the pleasure he craved was the only measure of control she had left, and she cherished it, embracing the only opportunity for retribution a victim has in those final moments. Convinced she was about to die, but secure in a place of calm acceptance she stilled, and welcomed the promise of eternal peace that beckoned beyond the veil of mortal consciousness. He was touching her now with his other hand, and though the heat of his fingertips penetrated the fabric of her shirt as he traced delicate circles on her belly, she was too internally focused to care, and her breathing normalized, as evidenced by the slow, rhythmic rising and falling of her chest. Fixing her eyes on the ceiling above as she waited for his attack with a newfound serenity, she scrutinized every minute detail, every painted brush stroke, every flaw, until imprinted in her memory forever. There it would lay in wait, only resurfacing again to haunt her future dreams. That the two vampires had casually returned to business as if nobody else was in the room didnt register with Lexi at first, and their strange conversation merely floated in her subconscious. Even the soft caress of his hand sweeping across her hips, then slipping under her shirt to rest on bare skin barely made her flinch, any movement was nothing more than her abdominal muscles involuntarily flexing from the unexpected touch, but she remained otherwise unmoving in her own trance like state. However, as conversation progressed, their voices became more and more agitated. As the volume increased, Lexi gradually became more cognizant, knowing the instant his hand moved and she was free. A quick intake of breath was the only clue to the change in her awareness and she ignored the rush of elation as the human fight or flight instinct demanded attention, stamping it down by sheer force of will. It is amazing how quickly the human mind can switch gears, but in spite of that, Lexi remained still as death. Keeping her breathing deep and even, she listened more carefully now, absorbing every word until confident the dark vampire was no longer focused on her, and then quietly turned her head to calculate the distance between the table and freedom.