0 comments/ 6714 views/ 0 favorites Pure Bliss Ch. 01 By: tinytot24 Prelude It was cold outside. Snow falling around us in a blizzard like effect. Maybe I should have been cold but I was past the point of numbness, past the point of pain even. And you know it's over when you've passed that point. You can kid yourself as much as you want but once you've passed that point, the joke is over. A depressing thought I know. I looked slowly to my left and saw him sitting beside me, looking half gone. And I wondered if I could even safe him much less myself. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted. Maybe it was for the best. I wished for the same blissful oblivion. But it never came. A small knocking on the floor caught my attention briefly before the wind howled over it. I scooted closer to him for warmth. There wasn't much on the floor of the cabin but a small amount. I shivered. And in that moment I realized we were going to die. Alone. And nobody would ever find us. Chapter One "Piper, why don't you finish the book?" A voice called behind me as I closed my laptop deftly and spun my chair around. Smiling in the doorway was my husband. Even though I was pissed at him I had to smile back. I can never seem to stay angry at him. No matter how hard I try. He tilted his head and continued to smile at me. I stood up and threw a piece of paper at him. He laughed and stepped into my computer room. "You've been toying around with it for months now. And you're no closer to an ending than you where when you started. How many times are you going to change it?" he teased. I walked to the doorway and ruffled his dark hair as if he were a little boy. He frowned at me and started fixing it as soon as I drew my hand away. His green eyes flashing momentarily with anger. "As many times as it takes." I replied with a shrug. "A true author is never truly satisfied with their own work. They always find another flaw." I added. He smirked at me. "Their own worst critic." He concluded. I nodded and shoved him into the hall way. Then followed him into the kitchen. Chance is really a very attractive man. I could never understand what he saw in me. He stands six feet seven inches. With a body to die for, black hair with bangs that frequently fall into his gorgeous green eyes and hide how he really feels. I always tell him his eyes say volumes even when he doesn't. He frowns every time I do. There are times when I wonder if he had asked my best friend Linda to dance that night in the bar instead of me, he'd probably be married to her now. Which always makes my gut twist slightly with jealousy. From the moment I first saw him when Linda and I had walked into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Of course my overly flirtatious friend Linda had to make several comments about my not so subtle drooling. We had sat down at the bar opting out of grabbing a table. After ordering our drinks Chance had made his way over to us and started talking to Linda. I had pretended to ignore them but inside I was more disappointed than I could imagine. Much to my shock however, Chance had turned to me in the middle of their conversation and smiled. "Do you want to dance? Or is your card full for the night?" He'd asked with the teasing smile I'd learned to love instantly. "Do they still make dance cards?" I'd countered. He'd laughed set his drink next to Linda and led me onto the dance floor. Thinking about this now while I was grabbing a glass of iced tea made me smile. Chance caught my smile and gave me a quizzical look. "What are you smiling about?" He asked grabbing a glass of iced tea as well. "Oh just thinking about how we got together." I replied with a giggle. He laughed and set his glass down. "You still haven't a clue what I was saying to Linda do you?" He asked and gave me a wide grin. I sat down at the table and shook my head. "She would never tell." I admitted. He laughed again and grabbed his glass coming to sit beside me. He shook his head. "I bet she wouldn't. Since I was grilling her about you." He said. I choked on my tea. "Me?" I managed. He laughed harder this time and nodded. "She was very insulted. She thought I wanted to dance with her. Poor girl. I felt bad using her like that. But if I recall correctly she got her dance at our wedding. Have you called her lately?" He asked. "Yesterday actually." I said. He smirked and picked up the book he had been reading before coming to bother me. I looked around our kitchen smiling. Chance and I had dated for almost a year before he popped the question during a family Thanksgiving dinner. Of course my father had nearly blown a vein he was so mad. Chance neglected to be the "Proper gentleman" my father thought I should marry and not asked my father's permission for my hand in marriage. My older sister had thought it was insanely romantic and of course I had been shocked. My father had softened some when he got to walk me down the aisle and see how happy I was. And shortly after the wedding I had moved into Chance's house. Changing how he used to live. He hadn't seemed to mind. We'd been happily married for nearly seven years now. It felt almost as natural as breathing. Which I sometimes commented as being eerie. Chance called it destiny. He set his book down and looked at me strangely for a moment. "You know, I have yet to read your book I wonder why that is." He said. I shrugged and took my empty glass to the sink without comment. He sat there patiently waiting for me to say something. "Well it's not finished." I said after a lengthy silence. He snorted and came up behind me. Pulling me against him and nuzzling my neck. I giggled and started to push him away. He held fast. "I'm not interested in the ending; I'm interested in how it starts." He said softly. He kissed my cheek and pulled me a little harder against him. "Promises. Promises." I murmured. He looked mildly insulted and then laughed and spun me around. "Oh come on Piper, you know I'm dying to read your book. I haven't read anything new from you in nearly a year. Please let me read it." He pleaded. I thought for a moment, kissed him and walked back down the hall to my computer room. I turned back on my laptop and printed out what I had then brought it back to him. "I don't want to hear any wise cracks from you." I warned. He held up his right hand. "Scouts honor." He swore. I burst out laughing and handed him the pages. "You aren't a scout." I said. He took the pages and tilted his head looking at me carefully. "I wanted to be one." He admitted. I laughed. He took the pages I'd given him and went to sit back down at the table. I sighed heavily and went to resume my struggling with the rest of the book. He whistled at me as I left the room I spun around peeked back around the corner and gave him a stern look. "Read!" I commanded "Yes ma'am." He saluted and went back to the book. I snickered and went back into my computer room. Pure Bliss Ch. 02 Little more than two hours later a loud bang caught my attention. I stopped typing and stood up quickly heading toward the noise. It had gotten dark without me realizing it. I guess I'd been working too long again. "Chance?" I called softly. He didn't respond. I tried to flick on a light and nothing happened. A small butterfly of panic settled in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed a couple times with difficulty. "Chance?" I called again. Still nothing. No other sounds met my ears. The small butterfly of panic grew a little bit bigger. I shuffled softly against the wall searching for anything that could have made the sound. But I could see nothing. When I entered the kitchen I tried again to turn on the lights. Again nothing happened. "Chance!" I shouted. The small butterfly became a large insect flying around in my stomach causing huge amounts of panic to flow through me. I struggled to keep my panic from taking over. It seemed impossible to do. Another thud from the living room made me jump. I hurried down the hall bumping into the wall a few times in my haste. "Let go of me. Why are you in my house? Who are you? What do you want?" Chance cried frantically. I came up short in the doorway. A tall man with ice blue eyes and coal black hair stood behind him. "Shut up." He commanded and pulled a gun from his waist band. I almost screamed. I jumped back and gasped which caused him to turn in my direction. "You sit down. Over there on the couch don't move." He said pointing the gun at me. I quickly did as he said trying to remain calm. Telling myself this wasn't real. Or he was bluffing. "Now you go sit beside her. Don't try anything I will kill you I don't care." He hissed. Chance moved beside me. I took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He didn't even look up at me. The man began to pace the length of the couch. He looked at us and then began to tap his foot when he stopped. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. He glared icily at me. "Did I tell you to speak?" He retorted. "No, but." "But nothing shut the fuck up until I tell you to speak." He glared at me again and then resumed pacing I watched him and scowled at him. "I can see you glaring at me. If you don't want a bullet in your skull I suggest you quit right now." I quickly looked down. "Please take anything you want just let us go." Chance pleaded. The man snorted at him with contempt. "Sorry I can't do that." He said finally. He walked to the end of the couch and grabbed something from behind it. He cut it in half and walked up to Chance. "Stand up and turn around." He commanded. Chance did so quickly and the man tied his hands behind his back. Then shoved him back down on the couch. He turned to me. I stood up and offered him my back without his asking. He tied my hands roughly and shoved me down beside Chance. Then resumed his pacing. "Look you have us tied up what do you want?" I demanded with a bravery I didn't feel. The man snorted. He looked at me and then looked at Chance. "I'll tell you when I'm good and ready. For now I want you both to stand up and follow me. Don't try anything as I said before I will kill you I don't care. I've got nothing to lose but you have everything to lose if you mess with me. You'll both be wise to remember that." Pure Bliss Ch. 03 The silence that followed drove me nuts I wanted to scream but I didn't for fear that the man would shoot me or Chance. He paced the length of the couch again and looked at the window. Finally unable to keep my silence I opened my mouth. "What are you doing?" I demanded. He spun around quickly and looked at me. He didn't glare this time. He almost smiled. "I'm waiting for my partner. You are both coming with us to a new location that even I haven't been to yet." He replied. I mulled this over for a moment. "That's kidnapping." Chance said. The man looked at him and laughed. "Ransom actually." He corrected. "If your sister does what we ask we'll let you go. If not you both will die." He said casually as if he was dictating a grocery list. It put an ice cold panic in my chest and made it difficult for me to breathe. I looked at Chance and realized he had similar feelings. He gave me a reassuring look though in spite of himself. I forced a smile. "What beef do you have with Nathan?" Chance asked. "Her name for one thing." The man joked. Neither of us cracked a smile. "All in good time my dears all in good time." He said all seriousness now. Chance and I looked at each other again. What could his kid sister have done to anger this man? Why would she even talk to a man like this? Chance shook his head. "Ah here he is." The man said eagerly rushing to get the door for his partner. It was in that moment that I realized these men were twins. I gasped startled. Both had smoky black hair and bright blue eyes with dark complexions and dazzling white teeth. I hated to admit they were attractive twins. Both now looked at me and Chance as if we where piles of smelling garbage. I felt repulsive and unworthy and then I felt angry that two men I didn't know could make me feel that way "This is Nathan's brother?" The man's twin said. The man nodded with a vindictive smile on his face. "Yeah that's him alright. They look alike those two." He said. His twin laughed. "Like twins." He agreed. They both laughed for a few minutes as if it was the funniest joke in the world. Chance looked ready to kill them but looked down quickly when they looked back at us. "Locked?" The man's twin asked. He nodded again and they both stepped forward. The man's twin grabbing me and jerking me to my feet while the man yanked Chance around like a rag doll. They blindfolded us and gagged us before leading us out into the snowy night. I tried to fight the push of the hand on the small of my back but it was useless. I couldn't see or move my hands. And I couldn't scream all options for an escape had been eliminated. This put another cold stab of fear in my chest. I fought back tears. I listened to the crunch of our feet on the snow for clues. All I really knew was we were walking out toward the street. A car door opened and I was shoved roughly inside. The door on the other side opened as well and I heard Chance trying to fight his captor. Finally both doors slammed shut and the doors in the front opened and slammed in synchronization. The engine started and we shot away from the curb. "Do you think this will work?" One twin asked. The other snorted. "It damn well better. Nathan knows not to fuck with us but yet here we are." "Maybe she tried to do what we asked before?" a twin suggested. "Hardly. She could have avoided all of this but did she? No. she chose to play this game let her face the consequences." "And if this doesn't work?" "Then her brother and sister die. They are no great loss." "The sister is a writer isn't she? Won't somebody miss her?" "Her name is Piper." I jolted at the sound of my name. How did he know that? Had Nathan told him about her family? I struggled against my gag trying to make a sound any sound. It was a muffled gurgle but it was a start. "Shut up back there nobody can understand you. Nor do they care what you have to say." I immediately stopped trying to make noise fearful of death. "What's the guy's name?" "Chance. He's a wimp. Not worth your time." "Oh." The voice sounded almost disappointed. I focused on their conversation trying to pick up clues. "Piper has been a write since she was nine. Her poetry has been in several children's books. She has seven novels and is rumored to be working on another. She's smart. Keep an eye on her don't let her fool you. It will cost you dearly if she escapes. Just remember that." After what seemed like an eternity of silence we finally pulled to a stop. The car doors opened and I was dragged out by an arm. I tried to struggle. "Stop that! The harder you make this on me the more I'll enjoy you dying. Stupid bitch." A harsh voice said close to my ear. I shivered from anger more than the cold. "Steps coming up. Lift your foot easy now. Lift again. One more. Ok no more steps." The voice coached. I felt foolish like a child. The hardwood porch smelled like old wood and dirt. I coughed a few times to clear my throat. Rough hands shoved me from behind so I toppled to the floor just inside the door that had just been opened. I cried out in pain as my head struck the floor. Every nerve ending in my body screamed in protest. I heard Chance topple beside me. He made no sound at all. Pure Bliss Ch. 04 "Take their blindfolds off. Leave the gags." A voice commanded. My blindfold was pulled down around my neck. I blinked against the harsh over head light and looked around. We sat on the floor of an old one room cabin. A hunting cabin by the looks of the animal heads mounted on the walls. I cringed when I saw on the opposite wall several hunting rifles and knives. One of the twins followed my gaze, his mouth twisting into a cruel mocking smile. "Nice huh? Our dad was an excellent rifleman. All of those are loaded. The knives are sharpened regularly. Our dad still comes here every winter late in the season to hunt." He said matter-of-factly. I glared at him. "He killed every one of the animals you see mounted on the wall. He's always been proud of his marksmanship. Taught us well." The other twin said his smile didn't seem so mocking. Chance gave the room a once over and blind panic filled his eyes. "Not very talkative are they?" one of the twins joked. His brother rolled his eyes. "Call Nathan. Tell her the rules." He snapped. The twin looked down meekly. Then pulled a phone out of his pocket and began dialing her number. "Put it on speaker." "Hello?" "Nathan! How are you?" "Fine why?" "We have someone here who would like to talk to you. Hold on a moment." Chance began making muffled protesting sounds. Stubbornly I remained silent. The twin standing beside us came as close to me as he could get and whispered in my ear. "Scream. Never mind the gag she will hear you." He hissed. I remained silent. He rammed his fist into my side. I screamed and gurgled in pain. He grinned. "Who is that? What have you done Sam?" Nathan cried frantically. Sam smiled. "Your brother and sister. Did you not listen to what I told you last time we talked?" Sam asked. Nathan gasped. "Sam, Shane. Stop it. Let them go this has nothing to do with them it has to do with us. You can go to jail for this." Nathan cried. "It has everything to do with them darling." Shane sneered. He shoved me as he stood up. "You can't do this." Nathan snapped. "Of course I can. You have something I want." "And what would that be?" Nathan demanded angrily. Shane looked at Sam and they both laughed. The looked at us and sobered up quickly. "You know damn well don't you Nathan?" Shane asked angrily. "Yes. But you're not getting it." Nathan snapped. "Is that right? Given that you know what it is why don't you return it?" "It doesn't belong to you." "Doesn't belong to you either sweetness." The room filled with silence. Static could be heard on the other end of the line. For a minute I thought that Nathan had hung up. Then she cleared her throat. "You can't do this." She said again but very weakly. Shane laughed. "But I can. You stole from my family It's only fair." He said. "What do you want?" "return the tapes and we'll let your precious family go." "And if I don't?" "Then they die. You have two hours Nathan. Goodbye." Shane hung up the phone and set it down. He turned and looked at us glaring up at him. "Oh don't look at me like that. I owe you nothing." He said coldly. I continued to glare at him with hatred. He snorted contemptuously and crossed the room pulling my blindfold back up. "This one is going to be the smart ass. Don't take your eyes off her. I'm not joking. You should be aware of her at all times. Her husband is too stupid to escape but Piper here writes novels like this for fun don't you Piper?" Shane mocked. I remained still. He shoved me down and I heard him rise. "After the dead line what do we do?" Sam asked. Shane was silent for several minutes in which I heard him pacing the hardwood floor. "I doubt it will come to that. She loves her brother. Didn't she tell us that many times? He's her hero. Pathetic individual that he is he made someone proud. Go figure." Shane said finally. Sam sucked in a deep breath. "Yes she did say that. Too many times to count." He admitted. "Exactly. Go to the shed in the back and get some chairs. May as well make ourselves comfortable while we wait." Shane commanded. Foot steps indicated that Sam was hurrying to do as he was told. Shane was obviously used to bossing Sam around. Probably he was the eldest twin. I reasoned. He would be the one to carry out his threats. I made up my mind then that I had to get to Sam somehow. He would free us. I had to make him realize that we had to be freed. No matter what Nathan decided to do. I was so caught up in my musing I didn't hear Sam return until I felt the vibration on the floor of the chairs being set down. Rough hands grabbed me from behind yanking me off the floor. I was practically dragged across the floor and slammed into one of the chairs. My hands were untied long enough for me to move them a little and then they were tied to the chair very tightly. I winced against the pain. My blindfold was removed again in time for me to see Chance being tied to his chair as well. He didn't make eye contact with me. "She's very pretty isn't she?" Shane asked Sam. He nodded his agreement staring at me so hard I flinched. Shane moved around the chairs to stand in front of me. He reached forward suddenly and ripped my blouse open. Exposing my bra. He looked at me with his head cocked to one side like a dog. Sam looked away quickly almost terrified. "Nice tits." Shane said after studying me for several minutes. I glared hatefully at him. He stared me down challenging me silently to do something but knowing I couldn't. "Don't worry." He added. "I'm not going to touch you. Sam won't either. Our vendetta is against Nathan. I have nothing against either of you personally it's good business." He said reassuringly. "I just won't hesitate to kill you both if I have to." All false smiles now he crossed the room to the second set of chairs and plopped down in on Pure Bliss Ch. 05 Chapter 5 A long silence ensued after he sat down. He looked at his nails, tapped his foot impatiently and ran his hands through his hair. Shane stared off into space the whole time. Finally Sam stood up. "You guys want to play a game?" He asked suddenly. Chance and I looked at him as if he were crazy. He looked at Shane. Shane looked down quickly. "What game?" I demanded angrily. Sam spun around and glared at me so hard I flinched. "A game ok? The rules are simple." He snapped. I looked at Chance his face turned chalk white. "Do you want to play Chance?" Sam asked. Chance shook his head. "Pity. Your parents named you wrong. You take no chances leave nothing to chance and ignore the things that could be changed by a simple gamble of chance. Pathetic." Sam spit near Chance's foot. He looked up at Sam and glared at him. Sam strode across the room and slammed his fist into Chance's face. The chair toppled backwards making a loud crash as it hit the ground. I screamed. "Shut up!" Sam screamed at me. I instantly grew silent. Chance wriggled in the chair and lifted his head glaring at Sam even though his eyes were starting to swell and turn a disgusting blue-black color and his nose drained blood. Sam looked at him curiously for a moment and then grinned. "You've got guts I'll give you that much old boy." He clapped Chance on the shoulder. And lifted the chair back up sitting it upright he smacked Chance's cheek and turned to me. "You've been awfully quiet." He joked. I glared at him. "Surely something is on your mind." "Yes." "What ever could it be my love?" "Don't call me that." "Oh you're still naive. My love." "About what?" I asked. "Love. Do you honestly think this man sitting here barely able to see and bleeding all over his nice shirt loves you? I can guarantee if I were to let him go he'd run for the hills and not look back over his shoulder to see if you were alright." Sam glanced at Chance. I did too. He lowered his head as if ashamed. Tears prickled my eyes but I blinked them away rapidly. He's just trying to drive a stake between us. I told myself. Chance wouldn't do that to me he loved me. Sam sat quietly contemplating us. Shane looked absolutely terrified. The weaker of two halves. I decided. "So let's play that game I was talking about." Sam said after a lengthy silence. He stopped in front of me. "Truth or dear my love?" he asked. I stubbornly remained silent. He chuckled and put his hand on my cheek smiling at me affectionately. Then his features changed and his mouth twisted up into and angry scowl. "Well? Pick one or I'll pick one for you." He slammed his fist into my stomach so hard things started to go black on me. No stay awake I told myself. You're safe as long as you're awake. I fought the faintness I felt and focused on my breathing willing myself to catch my breath and stay awake. After a few minutes I looked up at Sam and smiled. He looked taken aback for a second and then regained his angry scowl. "Truth." I said. He looked mildly disappointed. He thought for a moment and then his face lit up. "Do you really love your husband?" He asked. I looked at Chance. "Yes. I would die for him." I said without hesitation. Chance looked up and gave me a weak smile. "We might just test that theory today." Sam said. Chance's smile faded and a white panic took its place. "L-Leave her alone." He stammered. "You're words are weak you mean nothing shut up." Sam said maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. For a second I thought he was talking to me until he turned his cold eyes on Chance. As if sizing him up. He obviously wasn't impressed with Chance's small show of bravery. He turned back to me and pressed his mouth against mine before I could protest. His lips parted and his tongue pressed against my lips forcing them open. I gagged when his tongue touched mine. He smiled against my mouth. I made some protesting sounds that made him laugh he pulled back. "You're mouth tastes so amazing, I bet all of you tastes that good huh?" he said. I looked away. Chance gave him the dirtiest look he could muster up. But Sam only laughed again. Pure Bliss Ch. 06 "How dare you talk to me like that?" I finally managed to say. Sam stopped laughing. He spun around quickly and his eyes narrowed on me. "Piper. Stop acting brave. You're just as scared as he is." He said. I glanced at Shane he stood up very slowly and came to stand beside Sam. Sam looked at him as if just realizing he was there. "Shane my man. Why don't you join in?" Sam asked. Shane looked at him uncertainly. Suddenly the phone in Sam's pocket rang. "Hello?" "Sam. It's Nathan." "Nathan. It's been half an hour already. You're trying my patience." "Well your patience is about to be tried even more." "And why is that?" "I can't give you the tapes." "That's fine." Sam said casually. He pulled a pistol from his waistband aimed it at Chance and pulled the trigger. I screamed. "Chance! Chance!" "Sam what did you do?" "I shot your brother. He's bleeding pretty badly. Are you sure you can't give me the tapes?" A sob echoed through the phone followed by: "oh god." Sam waited a few minutes for the sobs to die down some. "Well?" "I'll get them to you." Nathan promised softly. "I thought so. Ta ta my dearest." Sam said mockingly and hung up the phone. "Chance! Get up! Please! Oh god." "You want him?" Sam asked me. He advanced on me and pointed the gun at me. I looked up at him with tears blurring my vision. He lowered the gun and untied me and shoved me onto the ground near Chance. I crawled to him and shook him. "Sam, she's going to escape." Shane said fearfully. "She won't leave without her precious husband." Sam spit out. He sat down. "Chance. Wake up." I whispered near his ear. His eyes opened slightly and he reached for my hand. "That bastard shot me." He croaked. "You'll be ok. I promise." I whispered showering his face with soft quick kisses. He closed his eyes and grabbed at his side. He gritted his teeth together and whistled out a gasp. "Oh isn't that cute?" Sam asked Shane. He looked down and then back up quickly. "Yes Sam." "Shut up! How could you shoot him? You fucking bastard I hate you!" I jumped up on an impulse strode across the room and swung at Sam. He caught my fist easily and rose as well. He put my hand behind my back and pulled me as close to himself as he could he pressed himself into my back so he could put his mouth to my ear. "Do it again. I love dominance. It makes me so hard." He whispered. My face flushed hot and I tried to get away from him he laughed at my struggling and bit my neck. I froze in place. "Hmm. You smell so good. It would be a shame to get rid of both of you." He said biting me again. I struggled again to get away. He waited a few more minutes and then released me so I fell on my side. With each passing minute it seemed Chance was getting weaker. I held his head in my lap stroking his hair and murmuring softly to him. Sometimes he responded but most of the time he lay there with his eyes closed breathing shallowly. Sam sat there quietly for what seemed like forever watching us. I looked up at him occasionally wondering what he could be thinking. Shane paced the room restlessly biting his nails they made loud clinking sounds as they hit the hardwood floor. "Sam how much longer do we have to wait?" Clink. "I don't know. Hopefully not much longer. Nathan said she would give us the tapes." "What if she doesn't?" Clink. "I don't know! Jesus shut up!" Sam tunneled his fingers into his hair. Shane stopped biting his nails. He looked offended that Sam had yelled at him. He sat down and stared out a window. It had started to snow earlier and it was coming down pretty hard now. I shivered involuntarily. "How long has it been?" Shane asked. "About an hour since she called so she's got another hour.." Sam said consulting his watch. He looked at us huddled on the floor. He sneered and then rose to his feet. He took his brothers place and began pacing the floor. "Are we gonna kill her?" Shane asked. Sam glanced quickly at me. "We should." He said. Shane cocked his head to one side. Sam pretended not to notice. "She still has an hour." He pointed out. Shane nodded quietly. Sam continued to pace. I kissed Chance's cheek shocked to see it was growing colder. Please don't die. I silently prayed. I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back weakly. I looked back up at Sam. "You have to help him." I said loudly. Sam ignored me and continued pacing the small cabin. Deep in thought. "Please. Help him." I pleaded. Sam looked at me but continued pacing as if I hadn't spoken. "SAM!" "What? Don't fucking yell at me or make demands. I'm still in charge bitch." He snapped and jerked me off the floor. He backed me against the wall and glared at me. I glared back unfazed. He contemplated me for several minutes before speaking. "Have you ever had sex with anyone besides Chance?" he asked. "Yes." "Whose better?" "Chance." Sam snorted obnoxiously and leaned down a little more into my face. I backed up in disgust until my head touched the wall. He put both his hands up to block any attempt to escape. Panic rose up into my throat but I tried to swallow it back down. Pure Bliss Ch. 07 He stood there staring me down for several minutes before shoving off the wall and walking backwards. He snorted at the fear he'd seen in my eyes. I went and sat back down beside Chance. He looked even worse than before and was still losing a lot of blood. Sam nudged Shane and pointed to a sound he'd heard outside. "Sounds like a car don't it?" He asked. Shane looked at him and shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe." He said softly. He seemed still offended that Sam had yelled at him. I cocked my head to one side and listened intently. It did sound like tires crunching gravel. I looked up hopefully. Maybe it was Nathan coming to make these morons let us go. Sam walked out onto the porch blocking my view. He didn't speak at first. Then he turned and looked at me and then smiled widely. But his smile was cold. Colder than the air coming through the doorway. "Look who decided to grace us with her presence?" He said cheerfully. But still the cold look remained in his eyes. I looked past him at my younger sister. Her flaming red hair peppered with snowflakes. Her green eyes flashing with rage. She glared at Sam with so much hatred he frowned. He turned around and looked at me and Chance. I stared him down. Hating him. He smiled. "Nathan how nice of you to join us." He said and mockingly bowed. "Shane bow down in the presence of a lady. What the hell's the matter with you?" He snapped. Nathan glared at him. "I brought the damn tapes now let my brother go." "What about his wife?" Sam asked straightening up. "Her too. Jesus Sam your crazy." Nathan put her hands on her hips and her nostrils flared. She narrowed her eyes at him. Sam smirked unaffected by her show of bravado. He sized her up for a few minutes then turned back to me. "Stand Chance up." He said sharply. I glared at him. "I can't asshole he weighs more than I do!" I snapped tiredly. "Stand him up." Sam shouted. I looked at Nathan helplessly. She lowered her eyes to the floor looking completely defeated and she had been here maybe two minutes. "I can't!" I wailed near tears. He inhaled sharply and strode across the room in two long steps grabbing me by the hair and dragging me screaming and kicking across the floor. "When I tell you to do something you do it you stupid little bitch. I still could kill you at any moment." He shouted over my screams. I fought desperately to be freed but he jerked my hair harder until I heard the roots popping he threw me out the door and I tumbled down the porch steps like a rag doll landing face first in the snow. I screamed and tried to get up and run. Seeing my intentions Sam roared and charged for me tackling me so that I slid face first through the snow. It went into my mouth up my nose and into my eyes. I gasped from the cold. He hauled me to my feet keeping a tight grip on me and dragging me back toward the porch. "NO! Let me go you bastard let go! Let go!" I screamed frantically. He punched me in the stomach so hard I lost my breath and doubled over. He threw me across the porch into the doorway where I struck my head against the frame. Nathan stood just inside the door staring at me like I was a rare creature she was seeing for the first time. I glared at her. "Why don't you do something?" I demanded. She shook her head lightly. Her hair falling into her eyes. She looked down at Chance sprawled on the floor and sighed heavily. "Don't fight him Piper he will kill you. He really doesn't care about anything. Or anyone." She whispered frantically. I stared up at her. "He isn't....right in the head Piper please don't fight him I don't want to watch you die." She added. Sam came up behind me and hauled me to my feet pressing his lower abdomen against mine and breathing hard. I froze and forced myself to breathe. He buried his head into my neck and sniffed me. Then laughed. "I can smell your fear. It smells much better than you ever could. The best smell in the world is a fearful woman who is damn near broken and almost willing to do anything to stay alive just a few more minutes." He said he carried me back into the cabin and slammed the door hard behind us. He shoved me to my knees and stared down at me for a few seconds then that cold smile returned. "Open wide bitch. Say ahh." He commanded I looked up at him in confusion he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked as hard as he could. I screamed. "Hmm. Nice." He let go of me and dropped his pants. He looked down at me again and took down his boxers. "Open your mouth!" He commanded again. I looked at Nathan. She refused to meet my eyes. I saw no way out of it so I opened my mouth. As I expected he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged. He laughed. "Suck my dick. I'm sure you know how." He commanded. I tried to shove back he held my head in an iron grip so I did as he asked. He jerked and moaned at the same time and I wanted to puke. He started guiding my head up and down his shaft. I started to cry. Tears fell down my cheeks. If he noticed he said nothing. His moaning got louder as he neared his climax. The salty hot liquid jetted into my mouth and slid slowly down my throat. I choked. "Swallow it baby. Hmm. Good girl." He grinned at me. I shoved backward he held me in place while his cock twitched and pulsed in my mouth until he was done shooting his load down my throat. When he finished he shoved me backward onto the floor and pulled up his boxers and pants. He zipped them up while I coughed and sputtered trying to get rid of the salty taste of his seed. His sick laughter filled my ears. Pure Bliss Ch. 08 "Damn baby you are a pro. You are a lucky man my friend." He said looking over at Chance with a huge grin as if they were old friends. Chance looked stricken and pale. His bleeding hadn't stopped. "I bet she is dynamite in bed huh?" Sam asked. He glanced at me and then shouted. "Don't you dare throw that up I'll make you swallow more!" I struggled not to puke. He watched me for a few minutes confident that I would do as he said he turned back to Chance. "Can I fuck her?" He asked. Chance glared at him with as much hatred as he could muster up and shook his head. Sam frowned at him. "I fucked your baby sister. Several times she loves being smacked around. Did you know that?" Sam asked. Chance looked at Nathan she refused to meet his eyes. "Want to watch me fuck her? She loves an audience. Don't you Nathan? And multiple partners." "Don't." Chance croaked. "Leave her alone." Sam put a foot on Chance's chest above his bullet wound. Chance winced. "I'll shove a stick through her and spin her around until she catches fire for your viewing pleasure." He threatened. Nathan looked up sharply. "Knock it off Sam! He needs a doctor." "Shut up Nathan. Don't start playing hero just yet." Sam turned to me. "Did that taste good baby?" He asked softly. "It was disgusting and vile. Don't call me baby you worm!" "I'm almost positive I'm bigger than a worm Piper." "Hardly." I spat. He chuckled. "You liked it. I saw it in your eyes." He said nodding. I shook my head and spit again. "Back to business enough 'fucking' around." He looked pointedly at me and flashed me a huge smile. I flipped him the bird. "Maybe later baby girl." He said sweetly. I looked away. "Nathan you have the tapes?" He asked. Nathan nodded and patted her purse. He held out his hand. "Give them to me. Now." He said harshly. She looked at me and Chance and then walked across the floor to him she opened her purse and pulled several cassettes out handing them to him one by one. I looked at them in confusion. Tapes? Who even owned a stereo with a tape deck? I wondered. And what would someone put on them? Sam smiled at Nathan and handed the tapes to Shane. He continued to maintain his smile for a minute then his face contorted in rage. "You stupid bitch those aren't my tapes." He punched her in the face so hard she fell backwards with a crash. She cried out and covered her mouth and nose as blood spurted between her fingertips. She looked up at Sam in shock. He stood over her breathing hard in rage. "Those are the tapes I took." Nathan mumbled miserably. "Lying bitch they are not. Give me the fucking tapes or I'll blow your head off." Sam screamed pulling the gun from his waistband he unlocked the safety and pointed it at Nathan's head. She didn't look up. She stared blankly at the floor. Sam cocked the gun and put it against her head glaring down at her. She still refused to look up at him. "Sam stop it leave her alone." Shane said so softly I barely heard him. Sam spun around and pointed the gun at Shane. "Shut the fuck up or you can join her." Shane clammed up and sat down so fast I almost wondered if I had imagined it. Sam turned back to Nathan. "You have five minutes to produce the tapes I want. Where are they?" "I don't know." Nathan said quickly. Too quickly. I didn't even believe her. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Nathan. I know when you're lying. You and I both know this. Why are you lying?" Sam asked. Nathan finally raised her head and met his eyes. He rolled his eyes and looked at her hatefully. "This isn't how you get what you want Sam. You have no power over me." She snapped. He lowered the gun and looked at her curiously. "No power huh? No power?" He demanded his eyes flashing his rage. He swung the gun at her catching her in the mouth. She didn't cry out this time or look down. He bent down and covered her mouth with his licking the blood off her mouth and raising her to her feet. She kissed him back eagerly despite how cruel he was being. I glared up at her she didn't seem to notice. She kissed his mouth, his cheek and his neck. He bit her hard enough to leave a mark. She moaned. I looked away in disgust. Chance made a protesting sound in his throat. Sam sat down and pulled her into his lap trailing his mouth down her throat to the base of her shirt and then he paused and looked down as if confused. He unbuttoned her shirt all the way and stared at her bra. "Take it off." He snapped angrily jerking her hair and biting her neck as hard as he could. She cried out and undid her bra. Her breasts spilled out he enveloped one in his mouth and started to suck until she moaned. Then he moved to the next one. She cradled his head and held him closer to her nipple. He bit down on it. "Hey!" she cried jerking his head back by his hair. He spun her around and shoved her down on all fours ripping off her pants as he did. She sat there on all fours exposed completely. Shane looked up and quickly looked away his face beet red. Sam quickly took his clothes off and dropped down on his knees behind her teasing her with the tip of his cock before shoving it all the way into her ass. She cried out in pain and jerked forward. He held her in place and started thrusting in and out she tried to escape for a few more seconds and then moaned and started thrusting back against him urging him to fuck her harder. I looked down at Chance his face contorted with rage and he struggled to sit up. The sounds of their breathing and moaning filled the small cabin. "Are you gonna cum baby? All over my cock? Hmm cum for me baby come on." Sam urged breathlessly. Nathan cried out again and again he leaned all the way forward and reached around her with both hands rubbing her tits and clit at the same time until she was practically screaming from pleasure. He bit her neck and rocked harder into her. "Come on baby Cum. You know you want to." He whispered. He stopped moving in and out of her ass for a second. She moaned in protest. "Why'd you stop?" She asked softly. He grinned and held her hips pulling himself out of her. "You want it? Do it yourself. Fuck my dick baby." He commanded. She turned her head slightly and looked at him in disbelief. He let go of her hips and stroked his cock staring down at her with a smirk on his face. She swallowed a few times looking extremely hurt and then pushed his hands from his cock and guided it into her and then she started rocking back and forth up and down the length of his shaft. She gasped and moaned louder than she had before and Sam grinned with satisfaction as liquid pooled out of her onto the floor. "Oh god! Sam!" She screamed. He continued to smile and then took over fucking her as hard as he could. Baring his teeth he groaned and fell over her. The both collapsed on the floor panting. Nathan closed her eyes. Sam pulled out of her again and looked at me when he guided her mouth to his cock. He watched me the whole time she sucked him off. Staring at me like I was the one doing it. He smiled at me and busted his third load into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily and looked up at him. He looked down at her and stroked her hair. "Good girl. Go suck off Shane now." He commanded. Nathan nodded and looked at Shane. He dropped his pants and she started sucking him off as well. Swallowing his load just as greedily. Sam looked at me again and gestured for me to come to him. I shook my head. He stood up and grabbed his clothes coming to me instead. "Dress me." He said. I shakily dressed him and then looked down humiliated by Nathan's actions. Shane pulled his pants back up and sat down grinning. Sam looked down at Chance. "Your precious sister is a whore my friend." He said matter-of-factly. Chance looked down in utter defeat. Pure Bliss Ch. 09 Nathan having finished her duties for the moment began to put back on her clothes. Sam watched me the whole time. Tilting his head every so often and smiling at me. "How long you and Chance been married?" He asked. I glared at him and refused to speak he turned back to Nathan. She looked at him for a few seconds then looked down. Shane watched her for a minute and then looked out the window. The blizzard had become worse. It was almost impossible to see anything outside but the snow. Sam stood up and began to pace for several minutes then he turned and looked at Chance. Chance hadn't been moving as much as usual. He was still breathing. Very shallowly but it was getting weaker and weaker. I crawled across the floor to him and took his hand. His grip was barely there. "Chance. How you doing buddy?" Sam asked casually. Chance looked up at him but said nothing. I wasn't even sure if he was able to speak. It worried me. He looked pale and his skin was taking on a bluish tint. I kissed his icy cheek. Sam watched this exchange and frowned deeply. Almost looking jealous. I ignored him. "Ok. Now that I've had my fun Nathan I need you to give me the tapes so we can all go home." Sam said finally. Nathan straightened her clothes and went to her purse pulling out a brush and fixing her hair. She rolled her eyes at him. "I gave u the tapes." She insisted. Sam sized her up for a few minutes and then shook his head. "You didn't because they weren't on cassettes. They were on video tapes. And you damn well know that don't you?" Nathan looked quickly at Shane. Shane looked at Sam and then his eyes grew dark and troubled. "Nathan. Stop playing with me." Sam said slowly. Nathan calmly put her brush back and dug through it searching for something. Before I could even blink Sam pulled the gun from his waistband and aimed it at her head. Everything moved in slow motion from there He took the safety off. Cocked it back. Nathan looked up. Sam's finger squeezed the trigger. The gun jerked in his hand. The bullet hit Nathan in the head. Blood splattered. She dropped to the floor with a loud thump. And I screamed. "Shut up!" Sam screamed at me. Chance shut his eyes and groaned. I kept screaming. Sam strode across the room and grabbed me. "Get her fucking gag!" He shouted at Shane. Shane grabbed it off the table and helped Sam gag me. I let out strangled whimpering sounds. Sam put his hands on my shoulders and shook me like a rag doll until I stopped. "Get a hold of yourself. You act as if you've never seen a dead body! You write horror books for God's sake. Grow up." He said when he stopped shaking me. He shoved me back down on the floor and glanced at Chance. "You don't look so good." He said squatting down beside Chance and put his hand to Chance's forehead. Making a clucking sound. I glared at him. He glared back. "Piper don't look at me like that." He snapped. I made several guttural sounds of protest. He snorted in contempt. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to talk with your mouth full?" He taunted. I continued to make the sounds. He frowned. "Shane she sounds like she's threatening me remove her gag for a second." He ordered Shane removed my gag. "You fucking bastard haven't you done enough to my family? Just let us go!" I cried. "Bastard? You think I'm a bastard? Incapable of compassion is that it?" He demanded heatedly. "Actually yes. You killed my sister shot my husband and.." "And what? Forced you to give me a blow job? Don't act like you didn't like it." He snapped. "I hated every second of it!" "But I bet you'd do it again wouldn't you? You'd lick Nathan's juices off me if I commanded you to." He spit out. Shane looked up with interest. "No. I. Wouldn't." I said slowly. Deliberately. He smirked and stood up crossing the room to his chair and plopping down. "If I wanted to fuck your brains out you would let me. You're ever bit the whore Nathan was. How could you not be? You were best friends from the day you married Chance here who by the way will probably die soon. Then you will be a widow. Who will fuck you then?" He said. I looked down at Chance. His breathing was barely detectable. He looked up at me his eyes hazy. Already losing life. I swallowed back a sob. I couldn't lose him. I couldn't. I looked back up at Sam. "What do you want? What will it take for you to help my husband and get him to a doctor before he dies?" "What?" Sam looked confused. "What do you want from me?" I demanded. I rose slowly to my feet. My legs shook a little bit. Sam contemplated my sincerity for several minutes saying nothing. "Who says I want anything? Maybe Shane does." "Shane is a bitch. He can hardly speak up for himself. How can you ask him anything? Why did you even bring him here?" I snapped. Sam looked taken aback. He glanced at Shane and shrugged his shoulders at him. Shane growled low in his throat and lunged at me. Catching me completely off guard and tackling me to the ground. I cried out as my head struck the cabin floor. "Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed. Shane pinned me to the ground. "You fucking cunt don't you ever assume anything about me again. Do you understand me?" He hissed his face contorted with rage. He looked so much like Sam I couldn't breathe for a second. Sam rose and watched us with interest. "You're a bitch Shane! You couldn't hurt a fly. That's why Sam does all the dirty work isn't it? Because you can't. Because you don't have the balls. What's the matter? Haven't they dropped yet? Or is Sam the big bad wolf? Are you a puppy?" I panted trying to free myself from his grasp. He was stronger than he looked. But I refused to be panicked. Shane pinned me down with one arm. "You want to see? You want to see if I have the balls?" He demanded his jaw tense. "Watch this you little bitch." He reached out for the gun that Sam had dropped and cocked it back. The report was sharp as the bullet slugged into Sam's shoulder. Knocking him back. He cried out as he hit the ground and blood began to pour from his torn flesh. "How's that? Is that good enough for you? Are you convinced that I'm man enough?" Shane hissed at me. I swallowed with difficulty and nodded. He threw the gun aside and sat down on top of me. I tried to buck him off. His jaw tensed again and he leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine so hard my teeth bit the inner part of my cheek. He kept my upper body pinned and kissed me harder. Crushing my lips with his. I struggled desperately to escape. His hands went up my shirt fondling my breasts roughly. "Sam doesn't call all of the shots." He assured me. I turned my head away from his probing mouth looking for something. Anything to hit him with. Finding nothing I bucked as hard as I could. Throwing him off of me and jumping up in the same motion. Once on my feet I lunged for the gun. He caught my hair and jerked back so hard my scream echoed in the cabin. He clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle my screaming. "You son of a bitch! You shot me. What the fuck?" Sam said. Delayed reaction. I thought. Shane looked over at him and then shoved my face down to the floor. "Let me go." I pleaded. He got his hand down my pants and touched me. Stroking me. As if he were petting a cat I froze. Blind panic filled me. He was going to rape me. Right in front of my dying husband. I'd been wrong. Neither of them had a soul. Shane pulled my pants off completely and took his down enough to free his cock. I prayed silently for unconsciousness, closed my eyes and waited for the assault. A loud bang made me jump. I opened my eyes and looked to the side as much as I could without hurting myself. Sam stood over Shane breathing hard with the effort of standing up. His eyes were rimmed red and a spray of blood covered his face. The gun aimed at Shane's back. All at once the hard grip on me loosened enough for me to turn around. I quickly pulled up my pants. Shane looked down at the red stain quickly spreading across his chest. He looked back up at Sam a look of utter confusion on his face. It hadn't quite registered. Sam lowered the gun and staggered backwards sitting in the chair. His breathing labored. Shane looked at me and blood bubbled up to his mouth. It dribbled down his chin and then he pitched forward with a thud and was still. "Stand up." Sam said breathlessly. "Come help me." He pulled his shirt over his head. Easing it off his shoulder and wincing. I rushed to help him. He looked as his shoulder. "I can barely see it is it bad?" he asked. I looked at his shoulder. "Give me the shirt." I said reaching for it. He handed it to me without an argument. I pressed the shirt lightly to his shoulder blotting the blood around his wound. He winced despite how gentle I tried to be. I examined it. "I think it went clean through. But I'm not a doctor. I don't really know." I admitted. He nodded his head slowly. "Go help Chance. He's bleeding out." He commanded. I glared at him. "You shot him remember?" "I'm sorry." He said lowering his head. I stared at the crown of his head. Compelled by something more I touched the top of his head running my hand through his dark hair as if he were a child I was comforting. He looked up at me. His eyes swimming with tears. "Go help your husband." He said softly. I turned away and knelt down beside Chance. "Chance. Wake up." I whispered near his ear. He opened his eyes a little and looked at me. His face looked bluer now and when I took his hand it was so icy cold I jerked back. He closed his eyes again and his chest rose and fell in shallow patterns. I knew in that moment that Chance wouldn't survive. A sob caught in my throat and my eyes filled with tears. Sam cleared his throat and stood up going to the door. "There's a hospital twenty miles back. In the next town. If we hurry Chance will be ok." He spoke over his shoulder and opened the door. A gust of icy air and snow came in Sam's mouth dropped open in horror. He struggled against the wind to shut the door. "What's wrong?" I asked quickly. He shook his head and came to stand in front of me. "The blizzard is bad. Real bad. There's no way we can get out. I couldn't even see out the door." He admitted. Swallowing. I looked at Chance and began to cry. I buried my face in my hands and bawled. Sam sat down beside me and said nothing for a long time. I felt a hand touch me very softly and jerked. Chance had opened his eyes and he looked at me now struggling to focus his eyes. "P-piper?" He said. "Yeah. I'm here." I replied. Wiping my tears away and forcing a smile. "I-im c-c-cold." He whispered. "We can turn up the heat." I said quickly. Sam stood up to do so. As soon as he touched the thermostat the lights went out. "Fuck!" I heard in the darkness. It was dark for several minutes while Sam groped around searching for something. A small beam of light appeared across the room. Sam spun around and flashed the light in our direction. "are you guys ok?" He called. "Yeah fine. What was that?" I called back. "Power outage. I need to check the closet in the back for blankets. Without the power it's gonna get cold fast." He said. He made his way slowly to the closet and opened it taking several blankets and bringing them to where I sat with Chance. I balled one up and put it under Chance's head and then draped one over him before taking one for myself. Sam sat down slightly away from us and covered himself with the blanket he'd taken. I shivered. Pure Bliss Ch. 10 I must have nodded off for a while from emotional exhaustion or physical or both because when next I opened my eyes Sam was asleep as well. I looked at Chance. Knowing he was going to die if we didn't help him soon didn't sit well with me. But there was nothing I could do with the blizzard as bad as it was. I nudged Sam. He jerked in his sleep and opened his eyes. "Is there any other way out of here?" I demanded. He glared at me. "How the fuck should I know? I've never been here. Did I not tell you this before we even got here? My dad never let me come here it was always Shane he took with him." Sam snapped. "He always liked Shane more than me. But then again I was a momma's boy so I guess I can't complain too much." "A momma's boy that shot your own brother?" "Would you rather I have let him rape you in front of your husband? I'm sure that you wouldn't want him to see that and have that as his last memory of you. Now would you?" "No. I suppose not but he was your brother." "Who shot me too don't forget that shit." "Life's a bitch then you die." I snapped. Sam glared at me for a few seconds and then laughed. He shook his head and looked away. "You amaze me." He said. I looked up. "Why?" "In the midst of your husband's pending death, your sister's death and the possibility that we could both freeze to death and nobody would find us for years you still find it necessary to lecture me on morals and family. As if those things matter right now." "They do. Would you rather die a murdering bastard or with a clear record?" I snapped tired of talking to him and wishing I hadn't woke him up. "I'd rather die standing then live on my knees." "Did you just quote Shania Twain?" I asked with a smirk pulling on my lips. "I did. But those are some strong words of wisdom would you rather live fearing for your life and basically being a pussy shit bitch? Or would you rather die knowing you stood up for yourself and took a stand that probably needed to be taken anyway?" "Hmm. Good point but your brother?" I asked. "He was going to rape you!" "So are you a good guy pretending to be bad or a bad guy pretending to be good?" "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." I shifted in my blanket and looked out the window while he contemplated that. "I guess a good guy pretending to be bad. How am I doing so far?" I looked back at him and realized he was joking. I rolled my eyes. "Honestly I'm not sure. I haven't figured that out yet." "Well let's recap shall we?" "No." "You kidnapped us, blackmailed my sister, shot my husband, forced me to give you head, killed my sister-in-law, and killed your brother. You have a pretty bad rap sheet. I wouldn't want that." Sam put his head in his hands and growled. "You don't know jack shit about this situation." "No. But in light of my being involved in this situation I think I have a right to know." "Of course you would think that. But the situation doesn't involve you. You just think it does. If that bitch had given me the tapes none of this would have happened." "What tapes?" I cried angrily. He refused to answer. Chance groaned and shifted a little bit. I turned to him and kissed his mouth. He opened his eyes. "Piper it's dark." He croaked. "Yes it is." "Is it night time?" "Yeah." I rubbed his fingers with mine trying to make them warm. "I'm tired." He whispered. He closed his eyes again his breathing shallow and even weaker than before. I waited a few minutes to make sure he was asleep. "He's not going to last another hour." I said to Sam. He nodded. "I know. Hold on I just remembered we brought Shane's cell phone." Sam stood up taking the flash light. I laid down next to Chance and closed my eyes holding his hand. Sam searched frantically for several minutes for the phone before approaching Shane's body and searching his pockets. He found it and flipped it open. "Shit! Shit!" he shook the phone a few times and groaned. "Come on. Come on. You son of a bitch. Damn it!" he threw the phone across the room, then came and sat beside me. "We're screwed." He said and then looked at me strangely. He scooted closer to me. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded angrily. He leaned his face closer to me and kissed me roughly dragging me up and into his lap. "Let go." "I want you." He whispered. His mouth found mine again and I struggled to push him back. He laughed at my vain attempts. "You shot your brother for trying to rape me." I cried frantically. "that's right I did." He broke away from my mouth and trailed his down my throat and collar bone. I fought against him trying to free myself. He pinned me down. "But only because I want to fuck you. And I don't want anyone else to have you." "Please. No." I moaned fighting harder. He laughed again and climbed on top of me. His tongue trailing down my collar bone to the top of my shirt. He paused and looked down at my shirt then took it off and my bra and flung them both across the room. "Stop!" I cried he ignored me and his mouth found my nipple in the darkness he began to suck on it as if he were an infant. I struggled to push him away but the more he suckled the better it felt. And I didn't want to like it but it felt so good I moaned and cupped his head against my breast. He grinned and lifted up to look at me. "You want me too. I know you do." He whispered. I looked down at him battling how I felt. I glared at him after a few minutes. "It's a natural body function. I hate you!" I screamed. He took off his clothes and buried himself in his blanket. Go to sleep you whore." He snapped angrily and rolled over onto his side to face away from me. I groped around blindly for my clothes as my tears set in.