Chapter 14 Sad farewell
The sound of heels making contact on wood. The stairs that lead to the desolated
coal cellar hadn't been in use for almost two decades since the central heating
system of the institute had shifted from using coal to gas. Cold dark stained
stones lined the narrow stairway creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. The thick
scent of mold and rotten wood filled her nostrils. With a trembling hand,
Angelica guided the beam coming from her flashlight down into the darkness. As
she descended the stairs, her heartbeats increased and she could hear her blood
rushing through her veins. The tape that she stole from Fly had given her an
indication where she might find her lost lover. Fly hadn't made much effort to
conceal the surroundings in which they were filming. Sometimes, the coal stained
walls of the cellar were visible, at other times the camera caught the presence
of pieces of old furniture she recognized as discarded years ago. While studying
the tape at home she had soon enough figured the pieces together. They must have
hidden him in the abandoned coal cellar. At least, she was convinced that that
was the location where they had forced him to perform their sick and twisted
scenarios. With his possible hideout in mind, she waited anxiously till night to
return to the asylum for her late shift, her heart longing to search for him
immediately but her reason forbidding her to go back during daytime. It would be
too suspicious, too dangerous. As the hours crawled by, she searched her house
for a flashlight, a sharp Swiss pocketknife and clean bandages. When the sun
finally set she jumped in her car and raced back to the asylum, going in her
mind through the possible problems she might encounter when she actually did
find him. He was probably wounded and may not be able to walk by his own, he
could also be tied up by leather restrains, or worse, he can be captured in
metal chains that she wouldn't be able to cut lose with her small pocketknife.
She knew that Fly and Jake were both not scheduled to work on the late shift
tonight, but since she stole their tape, it might be that they expected that
something was wrong. They could be waiting for her in the cellar, ready to
silence her. The thought of them lurking in the dark, watching her every
movement right now as she was descending the stairs frightened her, but her
strong belief in justice and her urge to see Michael again made her courageous
enough to take all these risks. Hesitatingly, she started to whisper his name,
hoping for a response.
"Michael?...Michael...are you there?"
Her question was only answered by silence, she had reached the cellar by now and
had lost herself in a sea of darkness. Her flashlight revealed the ghostly
figures of wooden arms and legs, lying scattered or piled up like the remains of
killed soldiers on a battlefield. On each side of her were dark bookcases filled
with pale file maps, the letters scribbled on their backs almost removed
completely by the hand of time.
"Michael!...Please answer me!...I'm Angelica!...Answer me if you can hear me!"
She held her breath for a moment as she waited for his reply, but the only
sounds that she heard was the dripping of water on the damp floor and her own
shallow breathing. Her heart sank, could it be that she was too late?
"Michael!" Her voice sounded desperate now. "Michael! Please, answer me if you
can hear me! Don't let me leave without you!"
The beam of her flashlight lit every surface she passed by as she tried to find
her way through the wood of furniture. She bruised herself as she fell over a
lost chair, tears started to welt in her eyes as she kept shouting his name
while no response came out of the thick darkness that surrounded her. Please,
she prayed silently, please let him be alive, let me find him Lord, he doesn't
deserve to come to his end in this wretched place.
"Michael! Answer me! Don't leave me alone like this..."
Then, as she held her trembling breath, a weak cry came from the far corner of
the cellar. For a moment she thought that she had dreamt it, that her senses
were playing tricks on her, but as she waited in silence to hear it again, the
cry returned, sounding more certain and real then the first time.
"Michael?..Michael is that you?"
Her heart refilled itself with hope, carelessly, she forced herself a way trough
the thick wood of invisible barriers, stubbing herself against table edges and
file cabinets. She rushed towards the corner near the barred window, where soft
moonlight was infiltrating the cellar and cast dark shadows against the wall.
The cries intensified as she approached, it gave her wings to fly and she
traveled like a bird, avoiding obstacles by instinct. She could pick up the
scent of his warm sweat as her searching eyes, now adapted to the darkness,
finally found him. He lie on a gray mattress stained with his own blood and
urine. His hands were tied behind his back. His mouth was silenced by a piece
cloth, and his legs were forced apart by separate restrains. He cried out to her
trough his gag as she fell on her knees and held him in her arms, cradling his
head to comfort him. Carefully, she removed the cloth stained with blood caused
by the bleedings in the corners of his mouth.
"Are you all right Michael?" She ran her fingers over his tormented chest,
finding the rough surfaces of crusted wounds and the soft humps of swellings.
She couldn't help but cry as she realized how they had tormented his body that
she remembered as almost flawless and strong during the time that she cared for
him. Michael looked at her with a bemused gaze, his otherwise sparkling eyes
clouded in mist and his pupils unnaturally widened. They had drugged him to keep
him silent during the night and to numb his pain. Still, with a trembling voice
he replied to her, as he was frightened that she would leave if he didn't.
"Angel...You're my angel...have I ever told you that?"
Angelica looked him lovingly in his steel blue eyes and pressed his cold cheeks
against her own. "I know that I am your angel, you don't need to tell me that
Michael."
"I prayed for you my angel, I had prayed that I could see you again before I
died." He smiled sadly as he tried to wet his cracked lips. Tears welted in his
eyes. "I saw you in my dreams, I saw your face and heard your voice a thousand
times, and I cried out to you. But each time you left without me, I cried out
your name and tried to pull myself out of the darkness, but I was too weak and
you just couldn't find me, I was so lonely...so sad." She wept as she heard his
words, it stabbed daggers in her heart and made it bleed. With a trembling hand,
she wiped the tears from his face and kissed him tenderly on his crusted lips.
She kissed his cold cheeks and whispered in his ears that she will never leave
him again, she would let nobody take him away from her, never again will his
heart be filled with sadness and sorrow. He returned her kisses slowly, finding
himself lost in the embrace of his nymph who was supposed to be gone forever.
His tortured mind could not grasp the concept of her actual presence and thought
that this all was still a dream. A dream, that could end at any moment.
Angelica forced herself to let go of him. She must keep herself together if she
wanted to free him. Danger was still lurking above their heads like the Sword of
Damocles. She pulled out her Swiss pocketknife and started to cut through his
restrains. He watched her from the corners of his eyes, his heart filled with
sorrow since he was convinced that his Angel was not real, and that her effort
were all in vain. "Please stop that, don't waste our time together like this."
He whispered pleadingly, begging her with his eyes to hold him in her arms once
more. "You will vanish soon from my dreams and I will wake up alone. Don't waste
our time by trying to cut me lose. It is of no use. You can't free me. I know
that."
Angelica looked at him and her heart broke as she saw how sad he was. She
realized that he was confused and thought that she was a ghost, appearing in his
dreams. Her urge to comfort him won against her reason and she held his
tormented body close to her, gently she stroke trough his hair while reassuring
him of her presence.
"I am really here Michael. It's not a dream you can wake up from. I am really
here...Believe me, trust me...."
Michael looked at her as if awakened by her from a dream, he blinked his eyes
and parted his lips to breathe in he scent of her sweat and perfume. He tilted
his head and gazed at her delicate face. Then, as if he wanted to sense her
presence even more, he bend towards her and rubbed his nose gently against her
red lips. Softly he whispered in her mouth. "If you're really here with me, if
you're real and not some kind of ghost haunting me from my memories...Please
kiss me again."
Angelica pressed her lips against his, her passion taking control over her body.
With her moist tongue she tended his cracked lips and she wrapped her arms
tightly around his neck. Michael felt the warmth of her breasts as she leaned
over him and pressed her body against his. He arched his back in pain when her
nurse uniform made friction with his wounds, but he swallowed his cries and kept
kissing her in her neck, on her cheeks and lips, he didn't want her to let go.
She positioned herself on top of him carefully while her hands retreated from
his neck and started to unbutton her white shirt. Her breasts were captured in a
violet satin bra that she loosened anxiously while she kissed him again full on
his lips, tangling her tongue around his. As she tossed her clothes aside
carelessly, she revealed her breasts to him, perfectly round and milky white
like cream with soft pink centers, the color of rose pedals. She guided her
divine breasts towards his lips. He licked and kissed them tenderly, his tongue
lingered around her nipples which were getting hard and erect by his caresses.
Then he suck on one of them, she felt the warmth of his mouth cupping her
sensitive nub and closed her eyes in pleasure. Eagerly, she rewarded him with
kisses all over his chest and belly, working her way down towards his groin. She
tenderly cupped her hands around his scrotum and started to fumble his balls,
rubbing them between her soft fingers. She kissed his lid that was getting
aroused by her attention. With her tongue, she licked his shaft from his balls
to the tip of his cock, teasing him gently by wriggling the end of her tongue
over his cockhead sensually. Michael was overwhelmed by the warm and familiar
feeling that was forcing a way trough his pain ridden body. It was a different
kind of arousal then the ones he experienced when he was forced to come in front
of the camera. The last one consisted of a strange poisonous concoction of
guilt, embarrassment, and fear leaded by lust. The arousal that he was
experiencing right now was pure and natural, like the love he felt for her. He
gasped for air as she put his now fully erect cock inside her warm mouth. She
rolled her tongue against his shaft and sucked the tip of his cock with her
sensuous lips. A stream of warm precum erupted and dripped along his strong
erected lid. She licked up each drop of his liquid as if it was honeydew,
closing her eyes in content as she heard him moan in pleasure. Then, she pressed
her groin close against his, their flesh only separated by the thin fabric of
her satin nickers. She was wet and he captured the scent of her pussy as she
pulled out the piece of cloth that hid her sex and tossed it aside. As she
replaced herself on top of him, he could feel the moistness coming from her
pussy rubbing against his belly. It felt warm and smooth. Her delicate hands
slid into her golden bush of pubic hair where she found her Venus lips, she
parted them for him, inviting him to enter her. He contracted the muscles in his
pelvis and tried to slip his erected cock inside her, but his restrains and his
exhaustion made this task too hard. She noticed his desperate attempts to
penetrate her. Compassionately she and hushed his anxiety and shame away. "Let
me help you with that." She whispered and kissed him on his cheeks. Gently, she
guided his penis with her hands towards her wet pussy. She lifted herself
slightly above his body and placed his lid directly under her. Then, she lowered
herself slowly on his erect penis, sliding herself over it like a perfectly
fitting glove. Michael moaned loudly as he felt the warmth and moistness inside
her, it has been so long since he was inside a woman. Gently, she rode him,
flexing her muscles, pushing his lid deeper into her body rhythmically. Her soft
hands stroke the inner part of his thighs, and she overloaded his belly with
caresses and hungry kisses. Her soft curly hair brushed over his chest, tickling
his senses. She worked his exhausted body towards an overwhelming climax with
her tenderness and care. The hot uncontrollable sensation exploding from his
groin washed his pain and suffering away and ripped through his soul. He
clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, her soft and satisfied moaning ringing
through his ears. He felt his cock swell inside her pussy and his pelvic muscles
started to contract on reflect, pumping his lid deeper into her. She trembled as
she felt his manhood awaken and stir and intensified her thrusts against his
groin while throwing her head back, swinging her golden locks over her
shoulders. Their bodies mingled into one as they performed this ancient ritual
between a man and a woman. She came first, her screams echoed in the abandoned
cellar, her breath forming clouds in the dark air and her naked body steaming.
Then, with one last final shaking plunge and a ragged moan, He came inside of
her, filling her with his warm fertile seed. In that short moment of time, he
died, and was reborn like a phoenix from the ashes. She fell exhausted on his
bare chest, her soft hair framing her face, which was shiny with sweat. Her red
lips trembled and opened to fill her lungs with cold air. He kissed her golden
manes as she cuddled her soft body against his, wrapping her arms around his
shoulders, her thighs still nested between his legs. For a moment they lay there
in silence, their body tangled around each other, their pale flesh illuminated
by the moonlight infiltrating through the barred window. They resembled one of
Rodin's erotic sculptures. Their breaths taken together in harmony.
Michael mused at the dark ceiling as he listened to her calm breathing and
sensed her sweet breath in his neck. How he loved this girl. No matter what they
will do to him in the future, his thoughts will always be with her. She had
stolen his heart and his soul. He tilted his head and kissed her neck. "I love
you my Angel." He whispered in her ears and rubbed his lips against her delicate
ear lobs tenderly. "I love you with whole my heart." She lifted her head and
looked him into his eyes, her pale face still as captivating to him as the first
day he met her. "I love you too..."And she planted a kiss on his forehead, her
words were mere weak compared to the indescribable feelings she had towards this
man.
"I KNEW THAT THERE WERE RATS IN THE CELLAR! DIDN'T EXPECT TO FIND SUCH BIG ONES
THOUGH!"
The two lovers were startled by this booming voice. An ice-cold splash of water
hit their bodies causing them to act in reflex and crawl closer to eachother
seeking comfort and warmth. Then, a harsh light illuminated their shocked faces,
a dark figure was standing in front of them, blinding them mercilessly with his
flashlight. Shivering, Angelica spoke out the words that she had dreaded to
speak since she entered the cellar. "They've found us...."
"No bitch! I've found you! You can steal from that mother fucking idiot Fly, but
you can't fool ME! I've been watching your horny performances behind the
bookcases. You're really something you know that? Walking around the asylum like
a high-class bitch, too frigid and too good to pay attention to the brothers or
me. And then you're screwing a worm like him! Throwing yourself on him like a
horny oversexed slut."
Jake appeared from the darkness, his face folded into a tense expression, his
lips pulled into a sadistic grin. He grabbed her brutally by her shoulder, and
flung her body against the walls. She shrieked as she landed with her back
against the protruding ends of a pile of chairs. Michael pulled on his restrains
as he heard her cries, his heart filled with guilt and frustration, as he was
unable to protect her. Jake walked over to her as she lay on the floor, her
breathing shallow and her hair covering her pain struck face. His giant hand
grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. From the corners of his
vision, Michael could see the glistering of tears welt up in her eyes. Then,
Jake slapped her, flat on her cheeks, the violence of the blow flung her head to
once side. She cried out loud, folding her hands protectively over her struck
face. Jake pulled her hair together to reveal her other cheek and slapped her
again and again. The sound of contact between flesh and flesh ripped throughout
the darkness of the night.
"You mother fucking slut! You whore! Did you think that you could FOOL me? Hey?
Did you think you could slip just out of here, taking this miserable worm with
ya? YOU DUMB STINKING WHITE CUNT!!"
He lifted his foot and kicked her in her stomach, the pain that she experienced
made her breath stall and she coiled up in agony on the floor. Michael couldn't
stand this any longer, the cold feeling of fear that was twisting in his stomach
made way for hot burning anger as he heard her suffer from another blow by the
hands of his tormentor. He pulled on his restrains and jerked his head as he
yelled to him.
"Stop hurting her you sick mother fucking bastard! You wanna play rough? Pick on
someone you're own size!! Let me lose and you can pick on me if you want!! Hey!!
Let her go you black PISSHEAD!"
Jake's face flushed red with fury, he let go of Angelica and stepped angrily
towards Michael, his hand clenched in fists, his eyes spitting fire.
"HOW DARE YOU TO CALL ME THAT YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WORM?!!!"
Ø call you whatever I want." Hissed Michael and his steel blue eyes looked into
the hellish fires that were burning inside Jake, but he felt no fear. His own
anger diminished all the terror that he had known for this man. Jake breathed
heavily through his nostrils, he draw his fist and punched Michael's face with
all the brute power he had in him. Michael heard the sound of his own nose
breaking. Then a second cracking sound as Jake's fists smashed his jaw. Blood
ran out of his nostrils and filled his mouth with the sweet sickening taste of
liquid iron.
"HOW DARE YOU TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS!!! I AM GONNA KILL YOU THIS TIME YOU
WORM!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!"
His big gigantic hands were transformed into claws as he grabbed Michael's neck,
he tightened his grip, choking him. Michael twisted in his restrains, his eyes
pulled white as he tried to grasp air trough his occluded air pipe. His lungs
started to burn and blood rushed towards his head, making him feel drowsy. He
could hear his heart beat in his ears. Jake clinched his hands around his neck
like a madman, wringing it in order to force all the life out of him.
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE NOW MOTHER FUCKER!! YOU'RE GONNA DIE AND WHEN YOU'RE DEAD AND
BURRIED I'M GONNA FUCK THAT LITTLE HORNY BITCH OF YOUR'S ON YOUR GRAVE!! YOU
HEAR ME?!! I'M GONNA TAKE HER!! I'M GONNA TAKE HER AND FUCK HER JUST LIKE I'VE
FUCKED YOU!!!"
Michael's eyes flickered alive, his words ignited such fury inside of him that
he screamed like a wild animal and sank his teeth in Jake's hands. Jake cried
out in pain as he tore away the piece of flesh between forefinger and thumb,
revealing a gaping wound, oozing with blood. Jake retracted his hands, giving
Michael time to catch his breath and fill his lungs with much needed oxygen.
Michael spat out the piece of meat that was still lingering in his mouth and
yelled at Jake in blind anger and hatred, while still tasting his blood.
"KEEP YOUR STINKING HANDS OFF HER YOU TWISTED SICK MOTHERFUCKING SHITHEAD!! YOU
STAY AWAY FROM HER, YOU HEAR ME!!!!?"
He looked like a rambling madman, blood dripping from his nose, his lips stained
red, his eyes flashing with anger and piercing into the darkness. Jake was still
tending his bitten hand, folding it against his broad chest while nursing it
with his other. He roared while his dark eyes bulged out in anger and his blood
started to boil. He reached out and picked up a chair that was piled up in the
corner, he raised it above his head and ran towards Michael, ready to smash his
skull.
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE YOU DIRTY LITTLE RAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(to be continued)
The sound of heels making contact on wood. The stairs that lead to the desolated coal cellar hadn't been in use for almost two decades since the central heating system of the institute had shifted from using coal to gas. Cold dark stained stones lined the narrow stairway creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. The thick scent of mold and rotten wood filled her nostrils. With a trembling hand, Angelica guided the beam coming from her flashlight down into the darkness. As she descended the stairs, her heartbeats increased and she could hear her blood rushing through her veins. The tape that she stole from Fly had given her an indication where she might find her lost lover. Fly hadn't made much effort to conceal the surroundings in which they were filming. Sometimes, the coal stained walls of the cellar were visible, at other times the camera caught the presence of pieces of old furniture she recognized as discarded years ago. While studying the tape at home she had soon enough figured the pieces together. They must have hidden him in the abandoned coal cellar. At least, she was convinced that that was the location where they had forced him to perform their sick and twisted scenarios. With his possible hideout in mind, she waited anxiously till night to return to the asylum for her late shift, her heart longing to search for him immediately but her reason forbidding her to go back during daytime. It would be too suspicious, too dangerous. As the hours crawled by, she searched her house for a flashlight, a sharp Swiss pocketknife and clean bandages. When the sun finally set she jumped in her car and raced back to the asylum, going in her mind through the possible problems she might encounter when she actually did find him. He was probably wounded and may not be able to walk by his own, he could also be tied up by leather restrains, or worse, he can be captured in metal chains that she wouldn't be able to cut lose with her small pocketknife. She knew that Fly and Jake were both not scheduled to work on the late shift tonight, but since she stole their tape, it might be that they expected that something was wrong. They could be waiting for her in the cellar, ready to silence her. The thought of them lurking in the dark, watching her every movement right now as she was descending the stairs frightened her, but her strong belief in justice and her urge to see Michael again made her courageous enough to take all these risks. Hesitatingly, she started to whisper his name, hoping for a response. "Michael?...Michael...are you there?" Her question was only answered by silence, she had reached the cellar by now and had lost herself in a sea of darkness. Her flashlight revealed the ghostly figures of wooden arms and legs, lying scattered or piled up like the remains of killed soldiers on a battlefield. On each side of her were dark bookcases filled with pale file maps, the letters scribbled on their backs almost removed completely by the hand of time.
"Michael!...Please answer me!...I'm Angelica!...Answer me if you can hear me!" She held her breath for a moment as she waited for his reply, but the only sounds that she heard was the dripping of water on the damp floor and her own shallow breathing. Her heart sank, could it be that she was too late? "Michael!" Her voice sounded desperate now. "Michael! Please, answer me if you can hear me! Don't let me leave without you!" The beam of her flashlight lit every surface she passed by as she tried to find her way through the wood of furniture. She bruised herself as she fell over a lost chair, tears started to welt in her eyes as she kept shouting his name while no response came out of the thick darkness that surrounded her. Please, she prayed silently, please let him be alive, let me find him Lord, he doesn't deserve to come to his end in this wretched place. "Michael! Answer me! Don't leave me alone like this..." Then, as she held her trembling breath, a weak cry came from the far corner of the cellar. For a moment she thought that she had dreamt it, that her senses were playing tricks on her, but as she waited in silence to hear it again, the cry returned, sounding more certain and real then the first time. "Michael?..Michael is that you?" Her heart refilled itself with hope, carelessly, she forced herself a way trough the thick wood of invisible barriers, stubbing herself against table edges and file cabinets. She rushed towards the corner near the barred window, where soft moonlight was infiltrating the cellar and cast dark shadows against the wall. The cries intensified as she approached, it gave her wings to fly and she traveled like a bird, avoiding obstacles by instinct. She could pick up the scent of his warm sweat as her searching eyes, now adapted to the darkness, finally found him. He lie on a gray mattress stained with his own blood and urine. His hands were tied behind his back. His mouth was silenced by a piece cloth, and his legs were forced apart by separate restrains. He cried out to her trough his gag as she fell on her knees and held him in her arms, cradling his head to comfort him. Carefully, she removed the cloth stained with blood caused by the bleedings in the corners of his mouth. "Are you all right Michael?" She ran her fingers over his tormented chest, finding the rough surfaces of crusted wounds and the soft humps of swellings. She couldn't help but cry as she realized how they had tormented his body that she remembered as almost flawless and strong during the time that she cared for him. Michael looked at her with a bemused gaze, his otherwise sparkling eyes clouded in mist and his pupils unnaturally widened. They had drugged him to keep him silent during the night and to numb his pain. Still, with a trembling voice he replied to her, as he was frightened that she would leave if he didn't. "Angel...You're my angel...have I ever told you that?" Angelica looked him lovingly in his steel blue eyes and pressed his cold cheeks against her own. "I know that I am your angel, you don't need to tell me that Michael." "I prayed for you my angel, I had prayed that I could see you again before I died." He smiled sadly as he tried to wet his cracked lips. Tears welted in his eyes. "I saw you in my dreams, I saw your face and heard your voice a thousand times, and I cried out to you. But each time you left without me, I cried out your name and tried to pull myself out of the darkness, but I was too weak and you just couldn't find me, I was so lonely...so sad." She wept as she heard his words, it stabbed daggers in her heart and made it bleed. With a trembling hand, she wiped the tears from his face and kissed him tenderly on his crusted lips. She kissed his cold cheeks and whispered in his ears that she will never leave him again, she would let nobody take him away from her, never again will his heart be filled with sadness and sorrow. He returned her kisses slowly, finding himself lost in the embrace of his nymph who was supposed to be gone forever. His tortured mind could not grasp the concept of her actual presence and thought that this all was still a dream. A dream, that could end at any moment. Angelica forced herself to let go of him. She must keep herself together if she wanted to free him. Danger was still lurking above their heads like the Sword of Damocles. She pulled out her Swiss pocketknife and started to cut through his restrains. He watched her from the corners of his eyes, his heart filled with sorrow since he was convinced that his Angel was not real, and that her effort were all in vain. "Please stop that, don't waste our time together like this." He whispered pleadingly, begging her with his eyes to hold him in her arms once more. "You will vanish soon from my dreams and I will wake up alone. Don't waste our time by trying to cut me lose. It is of no use. You can't free me. I know that." Angelica looked at him and her heart broke as she saw how sad he was. She realized that he was confused and thought that she was a ghost, appearing in his dreams. Her urge to comfort him won against her reason and she held his tormented body close to her, gently she stroke trough his hair while reassuring him of her presence. "I am really here Michael. It's not a dream you can wake up from. I am really here...Believe me, trust me...." Michael looked at her as if awakened by her from a dream, he blinked his eyes and parted his lips to breathe in he scent of her sweat and perfume. He tilted his head and gazed at her delicate face. Then, as if he wanted to sense her presence even more, he bend towards her and rubbed his nose gently against her red lips. Softly he whispered in her mouth. "If you're really here with me, if you're real and not some kind of ghost haunting me from my memories...Please kiss me again." Angelica pressed her lips against his, her passion taking control over her body. With her moist tongue she tended his cracked lips and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Michael felt the warmth of her breasts as she leaned over him and pressed her body against his. He arched his back in pain when her nurse uniform made friction with his wounds, but he swallowed his cries and kept kissing her in her neck, on her cheeks and lips, he didn't want her to let go. She positioned herself on top of him carefully while her hands retreated from his neck and started to unbutton her white shirt. Her breasts were captured in a violet satin bra that she loosened anxiously while she kissed him again full on his lips, tangling her tongue around his. As she tossed her clothes aside carelessly, she revealed her breasts to him, perfectly round and milky white like cream with soft pink centers, the color of rose pedals. She guided her divine breasts towards his lips. He licked and kissed them tenderly, his tongue lingered around her nipples which were getting hard and erect by his caresses. Then he suck on one of them, she felt the warmth of his mouth cupping her sensitive nub and closed her eyes in pleasure. Eagerly, she rewarded him with kisses all over his chest and belly, working her way down towards his groin. She tenderly cupped her hands around his scrotum and started to fumble his balls, rubbing them between her soft fingers. She kissed his lid that was getting aroused by her attention. With her tongue, she licked his shaft from his balls to the tip of his cock, teasing him gently by wriggling the end of her tongue
over his cockhead sensually. Michael was overwhelmed by the warm and familiar feeling that was forcing a way trough his pain ridden body. It was a different kind of arousal then the ones he experienced when he was forced to come in front of the camera. The last one consisted of a strange poisonous concoction of guilt, embarrassment, and fear leaded by lust. The arousal that he was experiencing right now was pure and natural, like the love he felt for her. He gasped for air as she put his now fully erect cock inside her warm mouth. She rolled her tongue against his shaft and sucked the tip of his cock with her sensuous lips. A stream of warm precum erupted and dripped along his strong erected lid. She licked up each drop of his liquid as if it was honeydew, closing her eyes in content as she heard him moan in pleasure. Then, she pressed her groin close against his, their flesh only separated by the thin fabric of her satin nickers. She was wet and he captured the scent of her pussy as she pulled out the piece of cloth that hid her sex and tossed it aside. As she replaced herself on top of him, he could feel the moistness coming from her pussy rubbing against his belly. It felt warm and smooth. Her delicate hands slid into her golden bush of pubic hair where she found her Venus lips, she parted them for him, inviting him to enter her. He contracted the muscles in his pelvis and tried to slip his erected cock inside her, but his restrains and his exhaustion made this task too hard. She noticed his desperate attempts to penetrate her. Compassionately she and hushed his anxiety and shame away. "Let me help you with that." She whispered and kissed him on his cheeks. Gently, she guided his penis with her hands towards her wet pussy. She lifted herself slightly above his body and placed his lid directly under her. Then, she lowered herself slowly on his erect penis, sliding herself over it like a perfectly fitting glove. Michael moaned loudly as he felt the warmth and moistness inside her, it has been so long since he was inside a woman. Gently, she rode him, flexing her muscles, pushing his lid deeper into her body rhythmically. Her soft hands stroke the inner part of his thighs, and she overloaded his belly with caresses and hungry kisses. Her soft curly hair brushed over his chest, tickling his senses. She worked his exhausted body towards an overwhelming climax with her tenderness and care. The hot uncontrollable sensation exploding from his groin washed his pain and suffering away and ripped through his soul. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, her soft and satisfied moaning ringing through his ears. He felt his cock swell inside her pussy and his pelvic muscles started to contract on reflect, pumping his lid deeper into her. She trembled as she felt his manhood awaken and stir and intensified her thrusts against his groin while throwing her head back, swinging her golden locks over her shoulders. Their bodies mingled into one as they performed this ancient ritual between a man and a woman. She came first, her screams echoed in the abandoned cellar, her breath forming clouds in the dark air and her naked body steaming. Then, with one last final shaking plunge and a ragged moan, He came inside of her, filling her with his warm fertile seed. In that short moment of time, he died, and was reborn like a phoenix from the ashes. She fell exhausted on his bare chest, her soft hair framing her face, which was shiny with sweat. Her red lips trembled and opened to fill her lungs with cold air. He kissed her golden manes as she cuddled her soft body against his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her thighs still nested between his legs. For a moment they lay there in silence, their body tangled around each other, their pale flesh illuminated by the moonlight infiltrating through the barred window. They resembled one of Rodin's erotic sculptures. Their breaths taken together in harmony. Michael mused at the dark ceiling as he listened to her calm breathing and sensed her sweet breath in his neck. How he loved this girl. No matter what they will do to him in the future, his thoughts will always be with her. She had stolen his heart and his soul. He tilted his head and kissed her neck. "I love you my Angel." He whispered in her ears and rubbed his lips against her delicate ear lobs tenderly. "I love you with whole my heart." She lifted her head and looked him into his eyes, her pale face still as captivating to him as the first day he met her. "I love you too..."And she planted a kiss on his forehead, her words were mere weak compared to the indescribable feelings she had towards this man. "I KNEW THAT THERE WERE RATS IN THE CELLAR! DIDN'T EXPECT TO FIND SUCH BIG ONES THOUGH!" The two lovers were startled by this booming voice. An ice-cold splash of water hit their bodies causing them to act in reflex and crawl closer to eachother seeking comfort and warmth. Then, a harsh light illuminated their shocked faces, a dark figure was standing in front of them, blinding them mercilessly with his flashlight. Shivering, Angelica spoke out the words that she had dreaded to speak since she entered the cellar. "They've found us...." "No bitch! I've found you! You can steal from that mother fucking idiot Fly, but you can't fool ME! I've been watching your horny performances behind the bookcases. You're really something you know that? Walking around the asylum like a high-class bitch, too frigid and too good to pay attention to the brothers or me. And then you're screwing a worm like him! Throwing yourself on him like a horny oversexed slut." Jake appeared from the darkness, his face folded into a tense expression, his lips pulled into a sadistic grin. He grabbed her brutally by her shoulder, and flung her body against the walls. She shrieked as she landed with her back against the protruding ends of a pile of chairs. Michael pulled on his restrains as he heard her cries, his heart filled with guilt and frustration, as he was unable to protect her. Jake walked over to her as she lay on the floor, her breathing shallow and her hair covering her pain struck face. His giant hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. From the corners of his vision, Michael could see the glistering of tears welt up in her eyes. Then, Jake slapped her, flat on her cheeks, the violence of the blow flung her head to once side. She cried out loud, folding her hands protectively over her struck face. Jake pulled her hair together to reveal her other cheek and slapped her again and again. The sound of contact between flesh and flesh ripped throughout the darkness of the night. "You mother fucking slut! You whore! Did you think that you could FOOL me? Hey? Did you think you could slip just out of here, taking this miserable worm with ya? YOU DUMB STINKING WHITE CUNT!!" He lifted his foot and kicked her in her stomach, the pain that she experienced made her breath stall and she coiled up in agony on the floor. Michael couldn't stand this any longer, the cold feeling of fear that was twisting in his stomach made way for hot burning anger as he heard her suffer from another blow by the hands of his tormentor. He pulled on his restrains and jerked his head as he yelled to him. "Stop hurting her you sick mother fucking bastard! You wanna play rough? Pick on someone you're own size!! Let me lose and you can pick on me if you want!! Hey!! Let her go you black PISSHEAD!" Jake's face flushed red with fury, he let go of Angelica and stepped angrily towards Michael, his hand clenched in fists, his eyes spitting fire. "HOW DARE YOU TO CALL ME THAT YOU PATHETIC LITTLE WORM?!!!" Ø call you whatever I want." Hissed Michael and his steel blue eyes looked into the hellish fires that were burning inside Jake, but he felt no fear. His own anger diminished all the terror that he had known for this man. Jake breathed heavily through his nostrils, he draw his fist and punched Michael's face with all the brute power he had in him. Michael heard the sound of his own nose breaking. Then a second cracking sound as Jake's fists smashed his jaw. Blood ran out of his nostrils and filled his mouth with the sweet sickening taste of liquid iron. "HOW DARE YOU TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS!!! I AM GONNA KILL YOU THIS TIME YOU WORM!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!" His big gigantic hands were transformed into claws as he grabbed Michael's neck, he tightened his grip, choking him. Michael twisted in his restrains, his eyes pulled white as he tried to grasp air trough his occluded air pipe. His lungs started to burn and blood rushed towards his head, making him feel drowsy. He could hear his heart beat in his ears. Jake clinched his hands around his neck like a madman, wringing it in order to force all the life out of him. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE NOW MOTHER FUCKER!! YOU'RE GONNA DIE AND WHEN YOU'RE DEAD AND BURRIED I'M GONNA FUCK THAT LITTLE HORNY BITCH OF YOUR'S ON YOUR GRAVE!! YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GONNA TAKE HER!! I'M GONNA TAKE HER AND FUCK HER JUST LIKE I'VE FUCKED YOU!!!" Michael's eyes flickered alive, his words ignited such fury inside of him that he screamed like a wild animal and sank his teeth in Jake's hands. Jake cried out in pain as he tore away the piece of flesh between forefinger and thumb, revealing a gaping wound, oozing with blood. Jake retracted his hands, giving Michael time to catch his breath and fill his lungs with much needed oxygen. Michael spat out the piece of meat that was still lingering in his mouth and yelled at Jake in blind anger and hatred, while still tasting his blood. "KEEP YOUR STINKING HANDS OFF HER YOU TWISTED SICK MOTHERFUCKING SHITHEAD!! YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER, YOU HEAR ME!!!!?" He looked like a rambling madman, blood dripping from his nose, his lips stained red, his eyes flashing with anger and piercing into the darkness. Jake was still tending his bitten hand, folding it against his broad chest while nursing it with his other. He roared while his dark eyes bulged out in anger and his blood started to boil. He reached out and picked up a chair that was piled up in the corner, he raised it above his head and ran towards Michael, ready to smash his skull. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE YOU DIRTY LITTLE RAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (to be continued)
