LILY ANN

"You're so beautiful, Lily. Absolutely stunning," he whispered into my ear, nuzzling his nose and mouth against my neck. Our naked bodies were entwined together, like some erotic braid that glistened in the moonlight with sweat and adoration. I smiled, looking over at him, and felt overwhelmed with emotion so strong that I thought it would split me in two. I closed my eyes, leaning in to meet his lips with mine and---

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

My eyes shot open and I cut my eyes at the squawking black box on my night stand, flashing 9:00 A.M. in big, red, taunting numbers. Groaning, I reached over to shut off the alarm, but after a couple of misses I just swatted at it, knocking it to the floor and unplugging it in the process.

Sighing contentedly, I melted back down into my blankets, closing my eyes and trying to return to the amazing dream that I had been snatched from, only to find myself staring blankly at the reddish tint that painted the back of my eye lids. Pouting to no one in particular, I pushed my blankets back and sat up, looking dazedly around my bedroom.

Last night had been wonderful, as far as I could remember. I didn't notice any blank spots in my memories, but I do remember that at some point I was intoxicated. I remember the lovely dinner we had, where I had obviously drank way too much wine. I remember going home with Zacky and spending time with him there. The wine smudged some of my memories there, but I remember him whispering such sweet things to me as he stroked my hair and kissed my cheeks and my forehead.

I looked down at myself, clad in a black Zombie Hello Kitty tank top, short fluffy zombie shorts, and knee high green socks. Hmm, since when was I so fashionable going to bed? Hell, normally I didn't worry about matching, and it was a shock if I actually took the time to put on pants. Obviously nothing had happened though, considering I was here, in my own bed, and not his. And I couldn't find any curious stretches of oblivion when trying to think about last night.

Reaching over to check my phone, I saw a couple of random text messages, so I decided to take a few more minutes to go through them before making an effort to actually start my day.

Everything ok? Txt me. - Reggie

I'M BRI'S GF! HE ASKED ME OVER ICE CREAM!!! :-D - Reggie

Going to Bri's. Txt me back dammit. I worry about u. - Reggie

Hey, Lily, Reggie passed out over here at my house watching movies. Hope your date night went alright. Zacky said he had a great time with you. :) I'll have Reggie text you as soon as she wakes up, if she ever does. lol - Gates

STEPHEN KING! I MISS U! - Jimmeh

I giggled, rolling my eyes and setting my phone back down on my bedside table. I decided it was now or never, so I slung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground, shoving with all of my might to push my butt up and in the air. Once I was standing, I noticed that I was a little sore, but nothing really alarming. I probably just slept wrong.

I made my way to the bathroom and flipped on the light, noticing that I had apparently taken a shower the night before. My face was perfectly clean, without a trace of raccoon eye anywhere, which was a little unusual, considering I always missed a smudge of eyeliner or some flakes of mascara when I washed my face. Shrugging, I brushed my teeth and headed back into the room to grab my phone before padding down the hallway towards the kitchen for one of my precious beauties.

Purring like a kitten, I cracked open one of the ice cold Red Bulls from the refrigerator and leaned back against the counter, unlocking my phone again. Apparently I had received another text message while I was in the bathroom.

Hey beautiful. Just wanted to let you know I had an amazing time last night, and I would love to take you out again. On another note, we're having a BBQ at my place today around 5:00 if you want to come. Pretty sure Brian said Reggie is coming too. - ZV

Smiling, I sat my Red Bull down so that I could respond, a small flush creeping into my cheeks at the way my body tingled when he called me babe.

I'd love to. I only work from 11-3 today, so I'll see you at around 5. And I had a wonderful time too and I'd love to go out with you again. xoxo - LA <3

I went to sit my phone down on the counter, but it buzzed again in my hand, signaling another message.

GM. Sry about last night. Way tired. I'm omw to work. Tell me about last night at BBQ? - Reggie

Sounds great. Love you Reg. - LA <3

Tossing my phone down onto the counter before I had any more distractions, I booted up my computer and turned on my Pantera station on iHeart radio, letting Metallica fill my house through the blue tooth surround sound speakers we had set up throughout the living room. "Give me fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire, hoouhhh!" I sang along, bobbing my head to the beat as I went through my e-mails, social media sites, and finally, my fan fiction forums. I had updated them the day before yesterday, explaining my absence with a picture of me and Zacky at Brian's house party, and my inbox was FLOODED with squeals and cheers and fan girling chaos. I couldn't blame them. We spent a ridiculous amount of time writing about these exact scenarios and here I was, living it all because one of my stories went viral. How fucking crazy is that?!

I answered as many e-mails and story responses as I could get to, laughing when I saw Jimmy had used his DUCKBAT gamer tag to create a profile (complete with some random teen girl's picture to keep his cover) to gush all over the stories written about him. Hell, he could fan girl better than any of them! For example:

Omg, I fucking LOVE this story! Jimmy is so super sexy, and I would kill to be in Carly's shoes! Ugh, you should totally write a sequel for this! I need MOAR Jimmy! (DUCKBATxoxo)

Rolling my eyes and laughing, I danced my way back down to hallway to the soothing sounds of Slipknot, slipping out of my pajamas and pulling on some faded distressed jeans, a Misfits shirt with Marylin Monroe on it, and my black Converse. I did a day time smoke for the eyes, light pink gloss for the lips, and a dab of blush to set my porcelain skin off before securely bobby pinning an oversized light pink bow into my hair, making sure it was slightly off center for that Hello Kitty look.

Grabbing my lanyard off of the hook in the bathroom, I threw it around my neck and stuffed my money, driver's license, debit card, and mall security pass into my back pocket. One of these days I convinced myself that I would get a wallet or a purse for everyday use, but every time I actually go with the intent to purchase one, I walk out with three new mini clutches that serve absolutely no purpose other than to match a super cute date night outside, and shoes to match them. I was hopeless.

I heard my computer ding, signaling a new e-mail, and skipped back to the living room to check it before I left. It was a great thing I did, too, because it was my district supervisor telling me I would be doing interview today to fill the other full time position, and dear God, I could use the help up there. It was a mess, and I couldn't run the place on my own. I tried to give my employees a little more freedom, and it usually bit me in the ass when I had to reface shelves, reset tags, and redo all of their paperwork because they were mostly fucking high schoolers who were too busy entertaining their friends than doing their job. Whoever this new hire would be, they would be there to fucking work and do their job right. I wasn't a god damn babysitter.

Gathering up my phone and shutting my computer down, I let myself out the front door, keys jingling in my hand as I made my way to my car. Just another day on the grind, ladies and gents.

REGGIE

Sleeping was the furthest thing from my mind last night, just for your information. Let's look at the recap, shall we?

*Last Night*

I squeezed my eyes shut, his body flush with mine, and prayed that this was all a bad dream and that, when I opened my eyes, I would be anywhere but here. I prayed that Jimmy and Johnny would show back up, disregarding our supposed date night completely. I wish Lily Ann would walk through the front door, with or without that psychotic serial case, so that she could reassure me that everything was fine and that I had just taken some bad batch of hallucinogens.

I let out a strangled breath in the silent kitchen, a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. He didn't speak. He just stood there, silently, and waited for me to react first. I felt like I was involved in some deadly silent game of cat and mouse.

Maybe if I took the innocent approach, he would react more in my favor. "Brian?" I said quietly, allowing my voice to tremble more with fear than the anger that was threatening to rip me apart. "What in the world was that? It looked like some weird porno..."

I felt his body shift and his calloused hands slid gently up my arms, causing me to grit my teeth. Zacky wasn't the only sick, twisted mother fucker in their band, and whatever was happening to Lily Ann was bound to happen to me sooner or later, if it hadn't already happened. They obviously weren't afraid to drug someone. This fact almost made me giggle at the sad realization that they were drugging women instead of simply having relationships, but I immediately choked on it when I felt his fingertips flex and dig into my arm.

"Regina, you're not an idiot, are you?" He asked, his tone almost mocking and...challenging? My eyes flashed with anger and my body went rigid in his hands, my fists clenching so hard that my knuckles were a mottled white. If this piece of shit want to taunt me, then we'd go that fucking route. Someone had to save Lily Ann.

"God damn you!" I snarled, snatching away from him so suddenly that he lost his grip on me. I spun around, my eyes flashing and my white teeth bared against my red lips. I gripped the counters on either side of me and stared him down, threatening him to touch me again. "You two are fucking sick!" I jabbed my finger at him.

He smirked, taking a step towards me. I held my ground, but only just so, wanting nothing more than to turn around and haul ass away from him. But something told me that he enjoyed the chase. I wouldn't give this smug son of a bitch the satisfaction.

He cocked his head to the side, noticing my position, and chuckled at me. "Oh yes, Reggie, you have NO. FUCKING. IDEA." He shouted, his voice full of danger and yet still chillingly calm. He laughed louder, the frayed edges of insanity beginning to show in the depths of his brown eyes, which showed a little too much white for my liking.

As much as I wanted to stand still, I took a step backward. This seemed to make him happy. I glanced quickly to my right and saw an empty beer bottle that I had missed. I snatched my hand out and busted it on the edge of his counter, holding it in between the both of us defensively. If me retreating made him happy, this downright made him fucking excited.

He made no effort to stop me from breaking the bottle, and showed absolutely no fear when I waved it at him. "STAY. THE. FUCK. BACK!" I screamed, trying to keep as much distance between us as possible. He outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds, and could easily outmatch me. I may be a damn good brawler, but it was simple anatomy and physiology. Man naturally had more upper body strength and leverage than a woman, and his height difference would just tip the scale farther in his favor.

He faked me out, throwing his upper body forward to make me think he was going to rush me, so when I threw my arm out to cut him with the bottle, he dove towards my midsection, tackling me to the floor. The bottle spun out of my hand when I hit the floor, and my head smacked the tile hard. Little stars burst in front of my eyes, and I groaned. Suddenly, the adrenaline kicked in as I felt him pulling himself up on my body by his arms, pinning my legs to the floor with his own.

His smile was terrifying, matching the psychotic glint in his eye as he fought my thrashing arms. I swung and slapped and beat at him, trying to keep moving so that he couldn't take hold of my arms. "Brian, get the fuck off of me! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Please stoooop!" The last word choked out in a strangled sob as he finally caught hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head against the cold marble of his kitchen floor.

He held my wrists with both hands, pinning me down and hovering just inches above my body so that he could kiss and nip at my neck and jaw line. He let out a shuddering sigh as he breathed in my scent, nuzzling his face against my trembling face before pulling up so that he hovered maybe two inches from my face. All I could see was the beautiful chocolate brown of his eyes. He became my entire field of vision, my whole world. Everything smelled like Marlboro cigarettes, Armani Black cologne, and spearmint gum.

"Shh, Reggie, shh, baby it's okay," he cooed, kissing the tears that betrayed me. I gritted my teeth, staring into his eyes and trying not to flinch as he smiled softly at me. In a different setting, this would be so sensual and romantic. This was where our date was supposed to end up, with me trembling from excitement and anticipation as I waited for our tension-filled foreplay to develop into intense lovemaking, something I had dreamed about in contrast to our otherwise primal drunken fucking.

Instead, I was pinned to the kitchen floor, surrounded by shattered amber glass from my make-shift weapon as I stared into the eyes of my predator, the man I was willing to trust with my heart and soul and had pined for him for so long. My life just took a drastic fucking turn from unbelievably amazing to 'am I going to die tonight' in a matter of seconds.

"Sweetheart, do you think I'm going to kill you?" He asked gently, grasping both of my wrists with one hand and reaching down with the other to brush my sweaty red hair off of my forehead. I pursed my lips, choosing the silent option for fear that opening my mouth would only lead to my uncontrollable screaming. I had to stay strong and sane to get out of this. I was pulling from every survivor show, cop show, Law & Order, Criminal Minds, whatever in the fuck I could think of to help me get away from this sadistic bastard. I didn't want to know what he was going to do to me, and I wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to find out.

I trembled under his touch as he ran his thumb across my lips, smudging my lipstick towards my cheek in a way that resembled a Harlequin with smeared makeup.

BRIAN

She was beautiful. The way the stark red lipstick stood out against her porcelain fair complexion, almost looking grotesque and beautiful, like blood. The tears ran in rivulets down her cheeks, but due to the brilliance of waterproof mascara and good quality eyeliner, her makeup didn't run. Instead, the tears gave the optical illusion that her green eyes were even brighter and larger, almost obscene and unrealistic.

Her hair lay tangled around her body, bits of her side swept bangs clinging wetly to her forehead with sweat, whether it was from fear or from the struggle, I couldn't be sure. Regardless, I wanted to devour her. I wanted to taste her. The way her body, riddled with the most perfect, flattering curves that only a pin-up model could ever hope to have, writhed and struggled beneath me, forcing the muscles in my biceps and forearms to flex noticeably. I didn't know if I would be able to hold out much longer. But then again, I didn't know how the sex could be any more erotic than the pure visual fact that I was dominating her, and there was nothing she could do but cry and beg.

I closed my eyes, absorbing the sounds of her panting and crying, the faint trembling shudder in her breath, the audible pounding of her heart as the adrenaline pumped through her veins, giving her a false hope that she had a way out of this.

Zacky had been right all along. Sure, I had done some filthy things with Michelle when we were together, but never had I really given in to these bestial instincts. Not once did I truly possess what belonged to me. Truly relish in the pure, unadulterated fact that I was simply stronger, faster, and more deadly than she could ever hope to be.

My hand flexed as I was absorbed in my thoughts, causing me to clamp down painfully on her delicate wrists. She whimpered, refusing to scream, and this only made me want her more. I wanted to take her. I wanted to break her. I wanted to dominate her.

I was glad that she had chosen to stand up for herself and fight back, enjoying the struggle more than I had the actual hunt itself. I had instantly taken a liking to Reggie in the very beginning when I had read the story online. I had looked her up and read some of her other works, and her twisted sense of desire and frequent reference to rape and domination drew me to her. I had seen her picture and dreamt about doing the very same sick things that she believed would only ever happen to her in a silly fan fiction.

In a way, I wasn't doing anything that she didn't, subconsciously at least, want me to do. No matter how much she cried and begged and fought, I knew that deep down, she was a kindred spirit that enjoyed the thrill of this dangerous game just as much as I did. She was meant to be here with me. The submissive yin to my dominant yang.

When I had met her in person, I knew that my original instincts had been right when I saw the fire in her eyes, the passion, the fight. She wouldn't lie down and take it. Zacky enjoyed Lily Ann because of her naive innocence, and her gullible nature that allowed him to mold her and control her every move, like a predatory game of chess. He lived for the hunt. He loved the idea that, when he drugged her, she would forget every trace of assault that he inflicted upon her beautiful body. That way, it would be like the first time, every time, and he loved that idea of her blissful ignorance and renewed terror every single time.

I, however, lived for this moment. The moment when Reggie understood the predicament that she was in, and the feeling of hopelessness. I loved that she fought, and I knew that, because of her fiery nature, she would continue to fight, no matter how many times she knew I was coming for her. I wanted her to look over her shoulder. I wanted her to sleep with one eye open. I wanted her to become consumed with the control that I could hold over her.

Opening my eyes, I gazed down adoringly into her panic-stricken face. She had apparently taken the time to scan the room for any means of escape, but she knew that she was shit out of luck. No one was going to stop by, knowing that she was here. Lily Ann was in the clutches of Vengeance right now, and she wouldn't be escaping any time soon to come to her best friend's rescue. Her phone was in the living room, out of reach for her to call for help. And with my house and property being considerably sized for my neighborhood, no one was going to hear her scream.

REGGIE

I couldn't contain the scream that ripped from my throat when he suddenly rose off of me and dragged me to my feet, clutching me tightly to him. I tried to crane my neck backwards when I saw his head lowering, but I was helpless against the crush of his warm lips against mine. How could something so sweet transform into something so revolting and horrifying in the same evening?

I tried to dig my feet into the floor to halt his steps toward the guest bedroom just down the hall, but to no avail. My sneakers simply slid across the slick marble floor, causing me to stumble slightly, but that was about the best I could manage.

He grunted and stopped relying on me to walk on my own altogether, dragging me barbarically down the hallway and through the door. He kicked the door shut behind him and shoved me as hard as he could towards the bed. I stumbled, yelping when my legs hit the edge of the mattress and I fell forwards onto the fluffy down blanket.

"Brian, please d-don't... I'm s-s-sorry! I won't t-tell anyo-one about it!" I sobbed, trying to scramble across the bed and failing when he grasped my calf and dragged me back towards him, almost painfully slow.

He forcefully rolled me over, standing over me. "Reggie, calm the fuck down! I promise you. I. will. not. kill. you." He spoke slowly, as if I was a child and he was trying to explain something incredibly important. I cringed against the feeling of the mattress depressing under his weight as he climbed over me, straddling my legs and leaning back to stare down at me. "But I DO want to hurt you. And fuck you. And fuck you until you hurt." He licked his lips, earning a shriek from me as he reached forward and ripped my t-shirt down the front, revealing my ample breasts encased in a light blue lacey bra.

He snatched the cups of my bra down, releasing my breasts and forcing them upwards when the stiff material of the bra attempted to snap back into place. He bit his lip as he reached down to caress my nipples, and I managed to slap his hand away, feeling incredibly motivated for another round of struggling. Hell no, I was not about to get beaten and raped and just lay here and take it. I would give this crazy mother fucker a reason to hurt me. I tried to wedge my knee up underneath him, but he was too heavy and prepared for my next mode of attack.

I let out a painful cry when I felt the blunt force of the back of his hand striking my cheek, snapping my head to the side. I could taste copper in my mouth, and I could feel the blood dribble out from the corner of my mouth. He moaned, leaning down so that he could touch his tongue delicately to the crimson liquid and then slid it over my lips. When I didn't grant him entrance, he reached up and squeezed my chin and jaw painfully, forcing my mouth open so that he could lap at my tongue with his own in a furious, hungry frenzy.

I shoved and pushed at his chest, raking my sharp finger nails into the tan, inked flesh of his chest and arms, feeling the warm, wet trails of blood well up in the tracks I left behind in my assault. Unfortunately, this only seemed to excite him more, as proven by the way he ground his hips against mine, allowing me to feel his excitement through our jeans.

When he pulled away from me, I could see the blood from my mouth smeared across his chin, giving him an almost maniacal look. This is what women felt like when they encountered serial rapists and murders. The ice that flowed through my veins, replacing the adrenaline from earlier when my brain decided that the fear was simply too much, too cloying to be overshadowed by the desire to escape. I felt paralyzed, even though my hands continued to struggle against him as he slid down my body to suck and bite at my nipples, his hands working underneath his body to unbutton my jeans and begin the process of dragging and tugging the tight material from my body. He didn't bother with the layers, taking my panties right along with my jeans so that he could have an unobstructed view of my most sacred of spots.

Although he had already seen me naked, and had been inside of me, I felt a shyness and discomfort under the piercing gaze of his chocolate eyes. Regardless of the intense and ever-climbing fear I felt, and the fight-or-flight response that kept screaming conflicting commands at my psyche, I could feel the cold slap of air hit the dripping went entrance between my thighs.

Yes, there may be some deep dark recess of my mind and libido that enjoys rough, almost violent sex. Yes, I enjoy slapping, choking, biting, scratching...the whole nine fucking yards. But I enjoy these things when I know that I can get out of it whenever I wanted to. I enjoyed the illusion of the danger without the actual reality.

As I watched his throbbing member spring free from the confines of his jeans and boxers, I knew that there was no illusion here. I knew as I struggled and screamed and tried to back away that there was no way out. I knew as he slapped me twice more, once with the back of his hand and once with his palm, that there would be no safe word. I knew, when his hand wrapped around my throat as he pounded into my dripping core, bringing more painful cries than pleasurable from my strangled throat, that there would be pain.

He beat his erection into me, impaling me over and over and over again. "GOD YES, Reggie! Fucking squeeze those sweet walls of that tight pussy around my cock!" He groaned, his pace becoming irregular, but if anything, it made him fuck me harder and deeper. He had released my throat and switched to holding my hair with one hand, bending my head to the side so that my neck was resting at a painfully odd angle as he slapped me every time I would obey him and perform the Kegel squeeze around his dick as it pounded relentlessly into me.

My face was burning, his slaps leaving stinging imprints with every blow, and I had screamed and cried so much that my voice was becoming ragged and worn. My shrieks were barely squeaking out as the pain left greenish black spots and stars in my vision, my strength fading as I continued to fight against him to no avail.

"FUCK! TAKE THIS DICK, YOU DIRTY LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!" He thrust into me a few more times before pulling out rapidly and dragging my head forward, shoving his dick into my unwelcome mouth. "Mmm yea, baby, swallow daddy's cum," he snarled, pumping his seed down my throat, causing me to choke and sputter. Even when he was done, he forced me to keep his dick in my mouth until I had managed to swallow every last foul drop.

Moaning a final time, he dropped his full weight on top of me, crushing me under his sweaty form before rolling onto his back next to me. I could hear his panting and heavy breathing, but I was too exhausted and scared to move. I couldn't even turn my head to the side to look at him. I simply squeezed my eyes shut tight and sobbed, my whole body shaking with my misery, my shame.

I nearly exploded into a full blow panic attack when I felt him roll over and drape his arm over my waist, curving at the elbow to pull me closer to him. He nestled his face into the curve where my neck and shoulder met, puckering his lips a bit to plant a gentle, tender kiss against my neck. I sobbed silently to myself, feeling a piece of myself die inside as he whispered into my ears, my heart shattering just before my tired psyche forced my body to pass out.

"I love you, baby."

Notes

Alright my lovelies, here is my absolute LONGEST, and most INTENSE chapter that I've written this entire story. Would you believe I didn't sleep a wink last night and have still managed to write and run after my wild children today? Super woman, baby!

Well, okay, there might be some grammar mistakes, but COME ON! This SCENE! :D :D :D

I hope you all really enjoy this one, and for those of you that missed it, I put a post of the forum as well as something here in the comments about needing at least three volunteers to become characters in the story, with one playing a major role in all of this deliciously sick and sexy drama. Let me know!

I need a girlfriend for Matt, a girlfriend for Johnny, and a girlfriend for Jimmy with one of them becoming Lily Ann's newest employee and ending up in more shit that she's prepared for. Oooo, excitement!

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