Revenge

*Just a warning, this chapter contains rape and violence, told mostly from the perpetrator's viewpoint (but also from the victim\ If If you are uncomfortable with this subject matter, then don't read it.*

He stared at her for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He watched her sleeping form. She was so peaceful...so very peaceful. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve to sleep in peace while he woke screaming from nightmares. He carefully opened his knapsack, taking out a roll of duct tape and a rope. It was her turn to suffer; he was going to turn this night into a living nightmare for her.

She felt someone move her hand up towards the bedpost and her eyes flew open. The room was dark; someone had closed the curtains. She struggled to sit up but felt something hot and sticky shove her back down, pressing against her mouth. Tape, some sort of adhesive. She jerked and twisted as she felt a dark, heavy body climb onto her. He wasn't too heavy for her to fight off, but he'd caught her in a vulnurable position; he was straddling her chest, his knee pinning one of her arms down as he bound her free wrist to the bedpost. She knew it was futile to scream, that the tape was holding her voice back, but it felt inevitable.

He loved the way she was struggling. She seemed to know that she couldn't escape, and he chuckled as he pried her hand out from under his knee, slamming it against the bedpost. Her struggles became more intense; he could feel her legs squirming beneath his. He supposed that she knew what was coming - how could she not? He heard her whimper slightly as he tightened the knot. He leaned over towards the bedside table, flicking on the lamp. She blinked, involuntarily turning her face away from the light. He leaned over, whispering in her ear. "Hello, love. Surprised to see me?"

Do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightening?

All she could hear was her own voice, cruelly telling him that he was about to die. No, she thought, no, it isn't possible. He can't still be alive...She turned to him slowly, widening her eyes as if it would give her a better look at him. The light fell across his face, creating shadows on his greenish skin. His eyes were dark and round and threatening. He was staring at her, grinning, showing off a mouth full of small, off-white teeth that looked like they were still coming in. She'd seen him many times, in photos, in videos, in passing, in battle. He'd never frightened her before.

He took hold of one of her hands, running his fingers across hers. "You bea beautiful, you know that, love?" he asked, staring at her fingers. He felt her squirm slightly, trying to jerk her hand away from his. She had long elegant fingers and sleek manicured nails. He looked at his own hand. It was green and calloused, with webbing between his fingers and thumb. A blatent imperfection when compared with her. He returned his attention to her hand, taking hold of one of her fingers. "So beautiful," he said, gripping her finger and bending it back, grinning at the satisfying crunch of bones breaking. She made a high squeaking noise; if the tape hadn't been there it would've been a scream. He turned to her, still grinning. "I'm sorry, love, did that hurt?" He slid his hand around another finger, snapping it back in one quick, deft motion, giggling softly as she tired to scream again. He shifted, resting his hands on either side of her face. He'd break the rest of her fingers later. Now it was time for something different...

Her entire hand hurt. The pain shot through it, weaving through her arm and into the rest of her body. She fought back the tears with some success; she'd always been good at controlling her emotions. The screams were something else entirely. She didn't want to scream, not for him. It was what he wanted, it was what he got off on. She shut her eyes, squeezing them until it hurt. Professor! Professor! She was met with silence. Thick, dead, terrifying silence. She tried again in vain. She heard nothing.

He looked down at her, taking his eyes off her anguished face, allowing them to travel along her slender, feminine form. God she was beautiful. He shifted, pulling the blankets off of her, revealing the skimpy white slip she was wearing. Her eyes flew open. It was as if she was finally beginning to realize that he hadn't come just to break her fingers. She started shaking her head, violently turning it from side to side, her snowy hair whippiack ack and forth. He chuckled, moving down between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. "Relax, love. We're just gonna have a little fun."