The Wicked End

Staring at all the cuts on her stomach , her chest, and her arms I realized how much it took to make her scream. A feeling of content washed over me knowing I was the only one that has probably ever made her scream.
Tears started to slip out of the corner of her eyes. “I have kept every promise I have made to you Aurora why start crying now?” she sniffled a bit “I'm not crying” she winced as she pushed her self to wipe the tears away. She was irritating the cuts. I leaned over and licked her stomach.
Her eye lids merged together as se tried to hide the pain from me. She should know that's what I like by now. I added pressure to the cut I was cleaning and felt as her breath caught. I pressed my lips to her stomach “almost done Rory dear.”
She swallowed loudly and venomously spat at me “don't call me that” I towered over her and whispered “that had better been a joke” she rolled her eyes “fuck you” I nodded “you want to fine” I sat up and held the hem of her under wear between my finger and thumb.
Aurora painfully placed her hand over mine and closed her eyes “no matter what you do to me, no matter how many times you rape me, no matter what you take from me, I wont die with out repaying you.”
I laughed “you know I might just take you up on that one day, that is if you live long enough.” I grabbed her hand and leaned over her again “but for now I'm just cleaning you” I licked her arms making sure to earn all her whimpers.
Moving on to her chest, I smiled up at her “look at me” her head shook violently. My chest tightened as I inhaled deeply to yell at her “I said look at me!” her eyes tightly shut as my voice echoed in the small room.
Once the echo died out her eyes shot open. Good girl, I love when they know when to listen. She shuddered as I started. After I licked a cut a few times I’d coat the skin that was now smoothing over with gentle kisses. She had to be enjoying it as much as I was.
“What happened?” she asked. I pressed my lips over a heeling scar “you hit you're head on the table then passed out” she was weak. I didn’t like it when they were weak. It’s boring.
I found it hard to stop when I finished kissing her chest. Her skin became more flawless by the second, it became softer, it became sweeter, and it also became a lot warmer. I kissed up her neck until I could see her entire face. There was no sense of peace in her eyes. Her lips reminded me of barbwire; I shuddered at the thought of her being that angry, Angry enough to make me feel like she was surrounded by wasps. The more I pressed my lips to hers the more I felt that stinging sensation that keeps multiplying.
Auroras P.O.V
I felt like I had lost a bit more of hope when I had realized that I was not back home with Steve and Pryzma. Some thing in me was trying to numb out the pain. I was in utter shock at the fact that Matt was the one running his tongue across my body. I know I wanted to feel him the night I met him. I can’t help but to remember all the things he woke in me, I wanted him, I needed him, his approval, his touch, his voice, his eyes. Every thing about him I wanted not only in me but around me. It’s always the good ones. It’s always the ones I like.
I felt him shudder against my body, and I hoped I caused that. There was nothing I wanted more than him to stop kissing me. I closed my eyes and let an angered groan slip through my lips. Matt raised his eye brows as he pulled away “did you enjoy that as much as I did?”
I gave him a disgusted look “no. I very much despised it. I cant wait until my friends find me so that I can kill you” he inhaled slowly “kill me, what happened to wanting me to approve of how you were dressed, how you danced, how you kissed, the way you talked, and needing it more every second?” I tried to move away. He didn’t let me. His hands clasped mine to my sides.

I spit on his face as he grinned. His eyes turned dark right before me. He slowly wiped the spit off of his cheek with a hand. He looked up at me anger flaring. He raised a hand over his chest; his hand collided with my cheek with in seconds. My vision blurred for a moment as the tears threatened to fall. My hand flew up to aid my face.
Matt took a deep breath “I'm sorry” he exhaled resting his palm over my hand. He leaned down and groaned “you are by far my favorite thing in this entire world” my head still stung. I pulled my other hand out from under his and touched my forehead. I flinched at the sight of fresh blood. Matt hadn’t touched my head so I didn’t know how that happened.
I felt his tongue slowly run over the cut on my head. I felt utter disgust feeling him pressed against me. Matt was the scum of the earth. His lips went back to mine. I pressed my lips tightly together; there was no way I was kissing him. I hated him, I might even loath him. When Steve saves me I'm going to make Matt suffer the most.
Ill start by cutting out that tongue he likes to roll over me, I'm going to leave the body part in a glass of rubbing alcohol.
Matt’s tongue stopped sliding across my lips.
I'm going to leave him tied up for a day or two with out food or water. When I decide to return I'm going to savor the feeling of the bones in his fingers braking, just for touching me.
Matt removed his hands from my side. He jumped up and stared at me “what are you talking about?”
I'm finishing by gouging his eyes out. they are so pretty ill even keep them as a souvenir.
Matt stepped back and held his head “stop that” I sat up “stop what” he shook his head “you're not ever getting out alive!” I gulped “what? How do you know what I'm thinking about?” Matt grabbed his shirt and pulled it on.
No sudden movements is probably now in my best interest. I slowly made my way to the wall. Matt faced me “why are you over there?” I shrugged hugging my self. Matt's laughter startled me. the room seemed to get colder.
The air I breathed in was cold enough to stomp my lungs for a moment every time. “What were you doing?” I asked. He smiled wildly as he answered “look at you're arms” I slowly looked down surly this was a dream there was no way that I could be just a bit bruised after what he did to me.
Matt stood up “okay I just came to make sure you didn’t need any thing. So I'm leaving now” I stared at him with a glare. He chuckled making his way over to me. I moved away as he crouched over in front of me, “there isn’t any thing you want is there?” I nodded trying to stand up. Matt helped me by holding my fore arms.
I stared up at him, his eyes were glistering as they bored in to me I now knew that they could read minds or hear or what ever. “and what is it you want?” I pushed him away from me “there's a million things I want” he walked back to lean on the table with his arms crossed. “I want to get out, I want to kill you, I defiantly want that table to move so you'll fall, I want to see my friends, and I want to go home to play with my dog” Matt shook his head. “I will grant you one just not yet” with that he walked out.
I paced the room finding my pants that Matt had used to clean the knives with, a few feet away my shirt. After slipping it to my dirty clothes I walked to the door hoping he’d left it open. I jiggled the knob franticly, nothing. I paced the room some more stopping in front of the door once more.
I battered my fists against the door fully aware of the pain rippling through my arms. My throat stung as I screamed for help. I lasted a good 30 minutes or what I thought felt like 30, I haven't had the best luck with time I don't know what day it is or if its even day at all.
I slid down the wall by the pillow and blanket. A pillow and blanket, are you kidding me? Now I know he is bad at this whole kidnap thing. Anger flooded out of me as I screamed some more “Matt!” I knew he heard me. I waited but nothing if he could hear my thoughts then he could more than likely hear my voice.
I screamed for him once more.
I hated zoo’s for that very reason animals, cages, and no compassion. My fingers dug in to the pillow, that's when I remembered zacky Matt had mentioned that zacky had to be good to me, “Zacky” I screeched. My throat did not like the fact that I chose to strain my voice box.
Noticing that no one was coming I screamed all there name’s, one of them is bound to come. The door flew open, startled I ripped the pillow apart, feathers danced in the air trickling down to the floor.
Matt stood leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. He had a smug look over his face. “you are so loud” I huffed “you haven't seen any thing yet” he smiled as his eyes traced the litter of feathers through out the room “you wanted my attention this bad?”
I scuffed letting my hand grab the blanket that was next to me “oh that? no I was bored” Matt nodded “well I'm sure I could get you some thing to un-bore your self” I raised an eyebrow “like?” he stepped in to the room leaving the door cracked open. I shook that thought away Matt would grab me before I could leave the room, right Matt?
Matt reached for me “right Rory, I'm so glad you’ve come to realize its not good for us both if I get mad.”
I nodded knowing damn well I would do some thing. Matt grabbed my hand and pulled me up “I see you found you're clothes” I looked down “yeah you cant expect me to be naked in this fucking cold cement cage” Matt chuckled “I made sure you had a blanket” I shrugged “what ever”
Matt was amused I could tell by the glint in his eyes. The door flew open and there stood a guy who looked vaguely familiar. Matt stared at me as I looked over his shoulder “he should look familiar Rory you’ve met him already” I squinted my eyes and stared at him some more.
The guy shook his head “you want a fucking gag or a muzzle? Keep that bitch quiet she gave Lucy a head ache” Matt chuckled “mm I love the ones who scream” I shoved him away “you're sick” the guy groaned “so you want a gag?” I looked at him “yeah you can put one on this fucking pig” the guy actually laughed a bit. I smiled and looked back up to Matt.
Matt wasn’t so keen on the idea of himself being gagged. I smirked “aw is Matt getting angry again” Matt turned to his friend “Johnny leave shell be quiet” I shook my head “no I really wont, don't listen to him Johnny” Matt growled Johnny gave me a confused glace just before he left. Great he will help me. Matt scuffed again “you think my friend will help you? please he started all this” I rolled my eyes and walked to the table.
I had a plan. And a good one at that the plan was don't think about what you do just do it out of instinct. Matt raised his eye brows “mm I'm turned on” I shrugged not really caring about his sexual habits.
“Don’t tell me you came in here to get angry at me, Matthew” I dully spoke. Matt’s head tilted to the side “Matthew?” he asked. My eyes landed on the picture of my mom, it was on the floor by the chair. I bent over and reached for it, I closed my eyes at the disappointment in her eyes before slipping it back in my wallet. Matt walked over “why would she be disappointed in you?”
My eyes never left him as he walked away towards the blanket. His body turned “you don't trust me” I merely shrugged “its not like you care” he nodded “I care a lot” I sighed “well you shouldn’t” he laughed looking around the dull room “why is that?” my throat was dry every word I spoke was pushing it “that's how people like you get caught” he shrugged “doesn’t matter iv been caught once before”
I stared him in the eyes, I hope they made you suffer.
Matt looked away “they tortured me” see and I bet it hurt. He kneeled in front of me “do you want to know?” I smiled; I wanted to know just how much they hurt him so I could do worst. Matt's fingers combed through my hair as he sighed.
His voice lowered to a whisper “first I remember not eating for along time” I gulped “where was this?” I pulled away from his touch. “it was up in Washington state” home, my home. He kissed my fore head “I'm not holding you as a form of vengeance” I stood up “don't touch me” he followed my actions by standing up.
Matt pressed up against me making me hit the wall. “I will touch you all I want” I inhaled as he continued his story. “I remember it all like it was yesterday. I came home and found her dead, some how I had forgotten all about her and she died” I closed my eyes he better not forget me I still want my shot at hurting him. Matt chuckled “I wont forget you baby.”
“I had to get rid of the body, so I did. A week later there were people with torches and guns surrounding my house. I went out they grabbed me and some how locked me in a room. I was in that room for a long time no food no answers. They came in when I couldn’t move, no food for some one like me is well bad. I was tied to a wooden table and they pored holy water all over me”
Matt went quiet. He closed his eyes and kissed my cheek whispering “they wont find you, never”

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