Stranded Ch. 06

"So, what happens when he no longer needs you?"

"Then I suppose I will cease to exist. I imagine it won't be much longer now that he has you. Soon, I'll be free." Whatever had been done to her, it had worked. She sounded as though she truly believed it; maybe death was the only freedom.

"How did he kill you?" Skye pointed to her neck.

"With his bare hands, right in a puddle of his father's blood." The smile turned from wistful to malevolent. Skye finally met my gaze and the darkness I saw in her eyes made my stomach drop, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I shivered.

"I pray every day that when I finally move on and go to hell, I get to torture that bastard over and over for all eternity. "

"Sounds like some great life goals," I muttered, and she shook her head as if shaking her thoughts clear.

"Don't you miss your family?"

"How can I miss them? My family is all here. I suggest you get some practice in while you can." I sighed and picked the fabric back up, following her instructions carefully as she shakily began sewing a button onto her square of fabric.

"So, who taught you to sew?"

"Abigail taught me, she's one of Dale's wives."

"I met all of them actually."

"Don't fret, Sammy isn't likely to have more than two or three wives. It all depends on how fast and how well you adjust." Adjust, there was that word again; as if it wasn't a massive upheaval of my entire existence as I knew it.

"Why do all of you women assume that I will eventually just give in?" She looked me dead in the eye and without missing a beat.

"Because all of them do in the end or they end up six feet under; is that what you want for your future?! Now, I would quite appreciate it if we could focus on the task at hand, I doubt they'll be gone long." It was clear she was done talking and so I focused on the task before me. The sun had reached the highest point in the sky by the time Sam and Eliza returned. Nothing looked out of place between them except for the Cheshire-cat grin on her face. Her face seemed to even glow a little brighter. She gave him another tight hug and kiss on his cheek before skipping her way to her room. How did he already have someone in mind? Had he been thinking about it for a while? How would that work, in the reverse? Would her husband be chained down like the wives were? I couldn't imagine it would be easier to keep a man prisoner. There was something unsettling about it all, but I ignored the foreboding in my gut and watched Sam unlock the chains. We said our goodbyes and headed back to his house. He held my hand as we walked back, nothing but comforting silence between us. I could tell by the position of the sun it was already past noon. We were barely inside the house when he suddenly spun me around, grabbed me by the hips and lifted me onto the counter right before he kissed me, stealing my breath away. It all happened so fast it had me reeling as he spread my legs apart and stood between them with one hand on the nape of my neck, holding me in place and when he finally pulled away, I found myself feeling slightly disoriented.

"You are mine and mine only, do you understand me?" I bit back my retort, instead I stared into his eyes, getting lost in them. I could feel him pressed against me and knew what he wanted. I nodded, as a hint of arousal overcame my senses. He kissed me again, his free hand sliding up my leg, pushing up the skirt of my dress. His fingers easily found their way to the growing wetness between my legs as his hands slid between the slick folds. I was too exhausted to fight him, and in that moment, I wasn't sure I really wanted to. He was being gentle, it was something I hadn't experienced a lot of in the last few days. He was tall enough that I felt his rock-hard cock pressed against the inside of my thigh. It was hot against my chilled flesh and suddenly I wanted nothing more than him inside of me; I wanted it so badly I could almost feel him enter me with my thoughts alone. My pussy tightened in anticipation, sending a shiver down my spine. He had already degraded me for my sexual history and hadn't responded well the first time I'd been forward, so I waited for his next move. I took comfort in the fact that I didn't have to think, simply just listen; he would tell me what he wanted me to do.

"Someone's ready," he announced as he began to lightly finger me. My eyes started to close as tendrils of pleasure traveled through my body. My thoughts started to fog over, leaving a warm tingling feeling in its place and I didn't resist it. I deserved a moment of happiness, however fleeting I knew it would be. He kissed me, lips traveling down my tender neck. A moan escaped me, much to my chagrin and he smiled as he bit down on my nipple, his saliva soaking through the fabric of my dress. Sharp pain interrupted the endorphins, but I only became more aroused, not less.

"There is one benefit to marrying a depraved slut." His words broke the trance I was in, bringing me back to myself and I shoved him away. I had been compliant, and he still couldn't resist a chance to insult me. His dark eyes lit up at the challenge, he captured me in an aggressive kiss, his arms wrapping around my waist, too strong for me to push away so my hands beat uselessly against his chest. When he finally pulled away, he pulled my bottom lip with his teeth. I had two choices, either follow or risk him tearing my lip. When he finally let go, he'd already drawn blood. I brought my hand to the wound, fingers coming back bloody, and I tried to bolt. I wasn't going to run, I knew better; I just wanted to get away from him. Sam was gone now, I could see it in his eyes, my small act of rebellion awakened him.

He grabbed my arm, but I swung, knuckles making contact and I was rewarded with a sharp throbbing pain, making me cry out. He grabbed my biceps, pinning my arms to my side as he walked me backwards towards the dining room table. I thrashed but I simply wasn't strong enough to break his hold. He slammed my torso down, twisting both my arms behind my back while placing a knee in my lower back. I could hear him pull his belt free and I closed my eyes in defeat. Did I honestly think he was going to allow me to get away from him? He secured my wrists together with his belt, effectively binding them.

"You fight me Kitty Kat, but your body is telling me a whole different story." With my cheeks aflame I surrendered, the wooden table cool against my face. He lifted my dress, his pants falling to his ankles and I tried to brace myself. But there was nothing that could prepare me once he guided his throbbing manhood inside me. I gasped as it entered, my body already resigning to its fate. He let out a shuddering breath as my walls bared down more, trying to push him out as he forced himself in. Once he was buried completely inside me, he wrapped his hand around my torso, snaking his arm between my breasts, gripping my shoulder tightly he began to thrust himself in and out of me. His knee pushed my legs further apart and what little resistance remained was gone. What was the point of fighting something my body so desperately desired? He pulled me up, arching my back as he brought his lips closer to my ear, teeth nipping at it as he spoke.

"Deep down you want to submit to me. I can tell by the way your cunt keeps squeezing my cock, how you gush fluids every time I force myself in." The crude words only seemed to arouse me more and I hated myself for it. Could I even still call it rape when my body clearly craved the treatment? I hissed at the stinging pain as he grabbed a handful of hair while pressing my lower back down, slightly changing the angle in which he penetrated me. I felt even fuller as he rammed himself deeper.

"There will be no retreating into that head of yours; I want you here, with me." His hips bounced against my rounded backside as he increased his speed, enticing more noises past my lips. He groaned, grip tightening and I could feel myself flood around him, coating him in my fluids. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I began to feel more and more lightheaded, I was getting closer and he knew it, his thrusts began getting harder and faster. The wet slapping of flesh echoed into the otherwise silent house and I could feel the pressure building, my vision fading, even sounds began to sound muffled. Millions of tiny white explosions went off behind my eyes like it was the fourth of July. He finally released me, and my body flopped onto the table as I panted.

He was still inside me, hands resting on the table to either side of my head as he panted to catch his own breath. His cock began to soften as he pulled free, our mixed fluids running down my thigh as I tried to bury my face further into the table. I felt embarrassed, ashamed and slightly astonished at how wet he'd made me; I didn't know it was possible to be that wet.

"It's only natural darlin'; God built you to endure the wanting of men." He went on as he slowly unrolled his belt from around my forearms. My shoulders ached from the forced position and it took several seconds for me to move them again. Arioch finished looping the belt through his jeans and leaned on the table so that his face was parallel to mine.

"There is no reason to cry...I love the fact your body responds so well, it means I have a lot less training to do. It is a pleasant surprise." I turned my head, body drifting in a sea of euphoria. He spoke as though he was proud of me. Arioch moved to the other side, cheek pressed against the table beside me and faced me once more.

"You can't escape me with a simple turn of your head."

"Please, just leave me alone," I pleaded through tears, words sounding hoarse and garbled. Arioch sighed, tucking my tangled hair behind my ear.

"You know I can't do that, you are my wife now, you're stuck with me." I gathered enough strength to slide into one of the chairs, a still calmness settling over me. I really wasn't going anywhere, my fate now rested solely with this stranger who seemed to know my body better than I did.

"Are you hungry sweetheart?" he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. He tossed me hand towel to clean myself with and opened the fridge.

"No." He gave me a questioning look, I had forgotten my manners.

"No, thank you." I corrected hoping that would surpass. He smirked as he continued his task. Despite my protests he made me a ham sandwich. Why bother to ask if he was going to just decide for me in the end? He poured us each a glass of Iced Tea.

"Thank you." He smiled, motioning towards my food in a wordless command. The food tasted bland, and soon I realized, all my days were going to be this way. He would use and abuse me as he pleased while my body was going to betray me and let him. Even if I ever managed to get free now, my life was never going to be the same. And not just because of the few scars but because of the darkness he'd awoken inside of me. I couldn't deny it any longer, I could feel the truth of it weighing down on me. It didn't matter how much I fought against him, the end results were always the same. I could easily dismiss it as Stockholm Syndrome, but that would only be lying to myself. I felt how my body reacted when he had taken me, it not only melted, it welcomed him with open arms...well, open legs anyways.

"It wasn't Sam who woke me yesterday and told me to run, was it?" I suddenly asked, voice barely above a whisper. A sly smile touched his lips as he took a sip of coffee.

"Figured it out, did you?"

"Sam's fear of Dale finding out seemed genuine, you play Sam very well. Do that often?"

"Only when it's necessary, I much prefer to be myself. Now tell me, if it had been me who told you to run, would you have done it?"

"Of course not, I would have assumed it was a trick or some kind of test."

"Then you see why I had to improvise. I needed you to trust me, or you would have never run."

"You sent me that way knowing full well what would happen, didn't you?" I accused, lunch abandoned.

"So smart and yet still so dumb...who do you think told Skye to be waiting with a gun?" I had assumed she heard me screaming, or the boys shouting.

"But why? They were your family" He looked me dead in the eyes and I swear the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

"They should have never laid their filthy hands on you, you are mine!" he growled angrily.

"You sat there for hours and WATCHED them do a lot more than just touch me!" I argued.

"And then they paid for it with their lives, what more do you want from me!? You know, I may be...indifferent to many of the feelings I see fleeting across your face right now, but I'm no idiot. They outnumbered me, I knew I couldn't fight them all. So, I waited, and I plotted; can you even fathom how many different deaths I imagined while I sat there watching them? Even now I regret not drawing it out and making them suffer."

"You turned me into an accomplice."

"Consider it extra incentive to keep your mouth shut." he replied smoothly. It really had been my fault, I had led them straight to their deaths. Having done it unknowingly did nothing to ease the remorse I felt. But it also meant Arioch was a lot more sinister than I had given him credit for.

"Feeling guilty is not going to bring them back from the dead, you know."

"How can you be so cold?" Arioch shrugged.

"Because emotions make you weak and this family does not encourage such weakness." I felt a rush of anger, he was the reason I saw exploding faces every time I closed my eyes and he had the audacity to call me weak.

"Keep looking at me that way and we can always have a round two." I immediately looked away, face burning, heart skipping a few beats. How could this man, this monster, affect me this way? What did that say about me? It was wrong to be attracted to the villain, wasn't it?