Thread: Top of the Foodchain (kaigen and Darkangel)

Trembling, shivering, Taryn hoped that somehow James would just loosen the ropes and let her body down. She peered into that horror struck face beneath her and hoped he'd at least have the decency to pull that away first. He'd have to...wouldn't he? But as James circled around her, his gaze penetrating deeper than anything ever could, he began tie yet more rope around her already aching body. Would this ever end? Would he ever tire of this ridiculous torture? What happened to the kind, sweet man who'd promised to help her with her car? Her car! Taryn's car was still out there on the highway, locked up tightly with her things stashed safely inside. Her purse held the keys. Oh what she wouldn't give to retrieve them so she could make her way back to it, hide away inside with the doors locked and...and then what? The thing wouldn't start. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere. The deer or whatever animal she'd hit had seen to that. Damn wildlife! She hated it all! All of it! Fresh tears began to fall as James wrapped the rope about her neck and shackled her ankles together. She could barely move and any twitch her muscles made sent searing pain in other parts of her body that she didn't realize could ache! James hands touched her body and Taryn thought she could almost feel a sense of appreciation in his caress. But it was hard to tell given the position she was in. It might've been wishful thinking, a hope she dared to let slip into her mind when everything had suddenly turned into the blackest of nightmares. She needed to hold onto something. Anything! This manno devilhad to have some good in him! Didn't he? She had to believe it...she'd seen his eyes, the way he'd been with her earlier. No man could fake that. Could they? James spoke plainly, his voice soothing, his words vicious and cutting to the bone. Taryn's ears were ringing, her head throbbing as she went over everything again and again. Just how had she missed things...how could she have not realized things would end in this way? No! She couldn't believe it! She wouldn't! This wasn't real...it wasn't! Just then, James brought himself down to her level, his eyes looking squarely into her own. She sucked in a sharp breath, her nose aching so terribly that it caused her face to throb. There was a hint of movement near the corner of her eye, but she couldn't make it out. So, she focused on him. On his eyes. Those cold eyes she'd thought were so beautiful, so captivating. They'd lured her in, beckoning her, making her feel both safe and secure. She felt neither of those now. Owww... Taryn winced softly, her face contorting just slightly as James suddenly began to cut along her milky flesh along her breasts. Despite the cut he'd given her with his knife, she didn't fight him. Her body was unable to move and she didn't want to die. Dawn wasn't that far away. She'd hold out...she had to! Taryn felt a warm trickle run between her breasts. Small drops dripped down onto the woman's face below adding to what had already fallen upon her face, an artistic array of red splattered upon what had once been the picture of femininity. James spoke his words, did his work. More ropes secured her, pulling her head back and working their way through her hair. Her muscles were straining, hurting so terribly. She thought about dance class, the first time she'd gone en pointe. It had hurt, her feet, her ankles, her legs...all of them ached. But not like this...not like this. James had moved away as if to appreciate what he'd done. Taryn felt like she was going to be sick, but she managed to hold onto her resolve, tamping down the feeling and somehow forcing her tummy to settle. She felt a blood clot slip down her throat, causing her to gag. The rope between her legs was rubbing violently against her sex in ways she wasn't used to and didn't want to ever grow accustomed to. She looked over at the man who'd done this to her, her eyes flitting to the corner. Soft sobs rolled from her mouth, but they only made it harder to breathe and caused more strain. It was a no win battle! She wasn't even afforded the luxury of crying! Silent tears fell along her cheeks as soft grunts rolled over her lips, slowly becoming cracked and dry. If only she could sleep. Sleep. Yes, that was what Taryn wanted. Sleep would help her escape this misery. It was all she had left to protect herself. But it was a pity she was too terrified to do so.