Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

Taryn struggled as James manipulated her body, her arms aching as he strung her up on a chain that hung from one of the rafters in the middle of the room. She let out a low groan as he hoisted her up, her body automatically bending to help alleviate the pain she felt coursing through her arms. Her shoulders were on fire, the pain searing through the muscles making them cramp and twitch. She tried to lift her head, but her neck felt weak, the strain too much on the joint after everything he'd done. Whimpering softly, tiny wheezes came through her nose as blood poured out of it and dripped onto the floor. Was this how things were going to be now? Was this the way it was going to end? Tears mixed with blood along Taryn's face, down her chin and neck and pooled on the floor below. Terrified, she suddenly felt something hard press against her backside. Startled, she gasped and tried to turn her head to see what was happening, what was... But it was no use. She couldn't see in back of her. But she knew it had to be James. Her body shook with sobs all over again along with the fear that had taken full control. Just why? Why?! James's hands weren't gentle as they began to roam her body, exploring every inch like he already possessed her. Her mind was frantic, so confused! Moments ago, she knew he could've had her, she'd have been willing! He was beautiful and the idea of company was more than appealing. Didn't he know that? Didn't he understand? He didn't need to do this...he didn't need to frighten her! She'd have been his in just a few moments. They could've ended the night perfectly, wrapped in each others' arms, kissing, rolling around and making love while the rest of the world stayed in chaos. They could've had their moment, something wonderful, something... And then Taryn felt the knife slide up her body. James' hand had found her breasts. He was squeezing them so hard that she cried out from the pain. Oww! Ahh... More tears, more blood from her nose, but it didn't stop him as the knife began to cut the thin fabric of her tank top and then her pretty bra. Crying, she just let his words echo in her mind, lingering as his hand moved to her bared breasts, teasing them with his fingers, his palm. To think she'd wanted this, she'd wanted him to touch her! But not like this...not like this. Just then, Taryn felt her pants rip down along her legs, hovering around her ankles. She wriggled slightly, but the strain of it only made her arms hurt and the blood flow more from her nose. Her face hurt terribly and it was hard to breathe properly. What she wouldn't give to just lie down and curl up somewhere no one could see her! The air felt cold as it swirled about her skin. Her nipples felt taut in the crisp air beneath James palm and suddenly...he was gone. She could hear him doing something behind her, her nervousness rising each moment he was gone. Suddenly, he pulled the dead body of his previous victim underneath her, her lifeless eyesdead, yet so expressivestaring straight up into her own. Was this a joke? Taryn half thought it might be. She heard James leave. Where was he going? She had no idea. None of this made any sense to her. She stared down into the woman's face, the blood pouring from her nose landing directly onto her face. A few drops dripped on the body's cheek, then into her open mouth. Another hit her eye. She half expected her to blink, but...she didn't. How could she? She was dead. Dead! Taryn wriggled again, her jeans bracing her ankles and her arms tied tightly enough that it was impossible to move. The air suddenly felt colder, tiny goose bumps forming along her flesh. She shivered both from the cold and from the fear. Confusion filled her. What she wouldn't give for a tender touch, a loving touch. She'd thought she'd be getting that right about now. She'd been ready to offer herself, to give herself freely. But now? What had she been thinking? How could she have been so blind? Taryn looked back down into the face of the dead girl below, her blood pooled beneath her and was starting to coat her face. James would be back. He'd be back and then what? She wanted to live. She wanted to survive. Yes, she'd be his good girl for now if that meant living through the night, seeing the dawn.