"Krasny." He whispers, and even though he is half way across the room, Savannah feels the sensual word seeping in to her skin, caressing her. Her eyes lift back to him of their own accord. He is much closer now, close enough to touch. Though he has the same looking tattoos as the shadow people, he seems human. Closer to a God, truly, but more human than them.
"Do you understand me?" He says with a thick accent. He is the first of her captors to speak English to her, although she is not surprised. He holds himself differently than the shadows, and they cower beneath his gaze. Savannah manages to nod in answer, but cannot find her voice to speak.
"I am Thanatos, and you belong to me now. Try to escape, and I will saw off both your legs and feed them to the Night Walkers." He comes closer to her and places one hand gently under her chin, lifting her face to his. His tenderness does not match with his threats, and the tone of his voice is deadly. "Do you understand me?" He asks again. Savannah cannot tell if he is angry or not, but when he repeats the question she nods in assurance, certain it is best not to test him. He nods to her, seeming to have made a decision. He reaches up to her chains and releases her aching wrists. Savannah falls to the floor in a heap of limbs and fabric. She looks up to see him watching her, a curious look on his face. He appears to be studying her.
Trying her best to put on a brave face, Savannah slowly rises to her knees, then pushes herself up to her feet. Her head spins strangely, her breath comes in shallow gasps. Knees wobbling, she straightens herself and locks gazes with the striking man. Thanatos, he said? The personification of death, if she remembered correctly. And she does not doubt it. Looking at him, his strength and seriousness was not lost on her. This was a man you did not want to anger.
Is that why he was with the shadow people? Because he controls them? And why not? If he is death incarnate, it would make sense for demons to be his followers. What had he called them? Night Walkers. Only they did not walk in the night, they moved with it, making it come alive.
"Come." Thanatos orders, curling a large finger towards her. Savannah takes one tentative step forward, but her legs cannot carry her, and she crumples to the ground. For the first time she realises how tired she is. She struggles to keep her eyes open, but she does not attempt to stand again, it would be pointless.
The large man sighs above her, and then leans down to gather her in his arms. He lifts her effortlessly, cradling her small body close to his much larger one. Like being held by granite, she thinks. His toned muscle presses against her. She inhales his purely masculine scent. Please be here to save me, she prays. Though she knows it is in vain. Thanatos. She belongs to him now? Not if she has anything to say about it.
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She was not what he had expected. He wasn't sure what they were looking for, but for all this time, for it to be a girl...And not just any girl. No, the most beautiful he had ever seen. Even with dirt covering every inch of her body, with blood in her hair, hiding her face. With pain in her eyes and bruises all over her tattered frame, her beauty could not be denied. The curves of her body were prominent, and he wanted nothing more than to touch them.
"Beautiful." Thanatos said, before he could stop himself. She looked at him then, fear plain in her eyes. But another emotion was there, one he was not expecting to see. Determination. So much about her was surprising. What had Pecks said? She was human. The only human language he knew was English. "Do you understand me?" He asked, inwardly cringing at the difficulty of speaking this tongue after such a long time of talking only to the shadow born.
The girl nodded before her head slumped back down, but she never tore her eyes from him. They were so blue he almost lost his breath in their intensity. Never had he seen pools that deep, color that vibrant. His own eyes were black, lifeless, the same black as his hair. The same black as the shadow people's skin. Black like their hearts, like his heart should be.
But seeing this girl, beat to a point where she would be unrecognizable to her own family, forcing her body to stand in front of him...He cannot help but feel something towards her. Not sympathy, no, never that. But recognition of some kind. Appreciation even. He sees her strength, even as he sees her many weaknesses.
She shifts under his gaze, resting her weight on one leg. The movement causes the shredded night dress she wears to move, the fabric catching between her legs to show a creamy white thigh. Skin of porcelain. Skin he wants so badly to taste...
"Come," he beckons. The girl hardly hesitates, and instead takes one step towards him before falling to the ground. It is only then he realises how serious her injuries truly are. He sees her heaving on the stone floor and throws an angry glare at the walkers around him. They creep backwards, further in to the shadows. Thanatos reaches down and lifts the girl up in to his arms. She weighs close to nothing, her body feels fragile. For a moment he feels the desire to crush her to him, to see how hard he can squeeze her before she breaks. He imagines her screams filling the basement, echoing off the stone walls. There is a growing tightness in his groin as he realises the screams he wants to hear are of a different nature entirely.
The girl shifts in his arms and breathes in, causing her breasts to rub against his skin tauntingly. He takes on hand from under her and brings it to her chest, sufficiently holding her light weight with one arm. His free hand cups one plump breast, feeling the weight of it. The generous globe is soft and weilding in his palm, and he tweaks the nipple with strong, able fingers. She shifts again. She has passed out. But when she awakes, Thanatos grins, his fun will begin. A most wonderful surprise indeed.
The End.
Under Cover Under-the-Covers
"You're crazy!" my husband hissed at me. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into!"
"If crazy means trying to spend time with my husband," I replied, "then yes, I'm fucking crazy!"
"Not like this Carla! Why did you do this? I can't believe you're fucking doing this! You're not only risking my job and everything I've worked for, but our lives as well! Do you know who you're fucking with right now?"
Before I could answer, his entire face changed and he spouted off something that yes, the fish is excellent. That meant our dates were returning from the bathroom, and yes as a matter of fact, I knew who I was fucking with. So what. Big Hands Babmino. I didn't fucking care. I hadn't seen my husband in over six months. Six fucking month - and I hadn't had a real relationship with him in almost two years. Christ.
He told me this job would only last a few months and then it dragged on to a year, and then two. The visits got shorter and shorter as he became more enveloped with his alter self, and soon I was hardly getting phone calls anymore. After I cried for the thousandth time, I blew my top and got angry. No fucking way. Not this wife. Not anymore. I didn't care what it took or what I might risk, I was going to see my husband again.
I didn't stand when our dates returned to the table. My husband did and pulled out his date's chair. A big blonde bimbo. Ever meet a woman in which everything was artificial about her? That was the Bimbo. Her hair, her nails, and I swear-to-god her breasts were all fake. Oh -- sure, she looked good -- but who wouldn't with that sort of money. Big Hands pulled his chair next to mine, and his hand found mine underneath the table. Some girls might of flinched, but I didn't. It kinda felt nice to feel the warmth of a man's hands, even if it wasn't my husband's, and it felt nice to be paid attention to for once. Besides, if it made my husband jealous even though he hid it so well with that fucking smile of his, it was worth it. I was prepared to do anything to have my husband back in my life. I hope he was ready for it.
"So whatcha twos been talkin about?" Big Hands asked.
"Oh - Nicky was raving about the sole, so I think I might try it," I said.
Nicky was not my husband's name. His name was Greg. Nice All-American name. He didn't have the All-American look to go with his real name though, but that's okay. That wasn't the look I went for anyhow. I always liked nicely dressed tall dark men, and Greg's Italian features fit the b
ill, though I had to teach him how to dress well. Nicky would have probably been a better name for him had he actually been Italian, but he wasn't.
"Yeah, Nicky's got good taste, he sure does. Glad he had you call me." His hand squeezed my knee.
"Well - Nicky's always had an eye for a good lady," I winked at my husband. He smiled back. Bastard. I knew he was pissed though.
"That's for sure," Greg's date giggled, and pulled herself closer to my husband. I hated her laugh. I wanted to choke her.
I didn't know what pissed my husband off so much. I should be the one who's furious. I know he's fucked other women. Yeah, I knew it might happen. I'm not that clueless as to know what sort of positions he might be put into if you worked this kind of job, and I didn't mind being the wife of an FBI agent, but what I did mind was that I wasn't getting laid with anything but my vibrator as of lately, and God damn it - sometimes you need a lot more than cold plastic inside you.
Big Hands lightly stroked my bear legs under the table, and I must admit it felt good - that and the wine. I couldn't believe I was enjoying myself.
I started idly caressing Big Hands legs, when I discovered something else besides his legs. Damn thing was stretched down is pants legs!
"It looks like Big Hands isn't the only thing that's big about you," I whispered in his ear, loud enough for my husband to hear."
He blushed "No doll, it ain't."
"You're sweet," I said caressing his cock through his pants. "Not what I expected." I guess a lot of people get caught up in the violence of what it means to be in organized crime, that you forget that they're human and can also be gentleman too. Hell, they can even blush.
Or you could be on the right side of the law and be a prick like my husband who never calls.
It kinda made me feel good to make a man blush again, and I liked the way his penis felt in my hands. It had been so long -- so fucking long, I swear since I'd been fucked. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the warm veins of his cock -- either that or it was the wine going to my head. I can't lie to you that I wasn't getting turned on. I was. It wasn't his penis I wanted or came for, but it was doing just fine for now.
Greg's date was wrapped around him, probably doing the same thing to him as I was doing do Big Hands. I kicked off one of my heals so my foot could snake its way up Greg's pant legs. He was beginning to shift uncomfortably now, and I smiled the same sort of smile he back at him he had given me earlier.
Whatever we were talking about didn't matter -- I wasn't following it anyhow. The conversation must have been pretty good. We were all laughing and I even began to tolerate the bimbo. In my mind however, Big Hand's penis became my husband's penis, and I was feeling him under the table, and everything was the way things should be.
"So whatdaya say we head back to my place for a drink?" Big Hands asked me. My God -- was the dinner over already? The bill was paid, and Nicky was helping Ms. Spread-Her-Legs put on her coat. If I didn't think fast, I wouldn't see my husband for god knows how long again.
"I was kind of hoping we'd all go out for a cruise on Nicky's boat." Whew.
The thought must of appealed to Ms. Bimbo because she got all excited and squeeked. "Oh that sounds so nice. Can we Nicky?"
"I dunno," Nicky replied. "It's kinda dark out now." One obvious protest I needed to squash.
"It's such a nice night though," I said. "Nice summer breeze, and the moon's out." I turned and looked into Big Hand's eyes. "A pleasure cruise on a moonlit sky."
"Nicky -- you heard the ladies," Big Hands said. "They wanna pleasure cruise. Now let's be gentlemen and give the ladies what they want." Nicky nodded grudgingly.
"Anything else you want baby?" Big Hands asked
God if he only knew what I wanted as I looked at my husband.
"Mmmm - a bottle or two of the wine we had over dinner, and some glasses would be nice."
"That sounds good," Big Hands said. "Nicky, you wanna pick out two bottles of wine while I get the ladies their coats?"
"I'm never any good at picking wines," Greg lied. "Carla, you're pretty good. You wanna help me out?"
At the bar Greg exploded.
"Don't blow this Carla!" he yelled. "I've been undercover for two years now. There is too much at stake." The bar was noisy enough that neither of us had to worry about anyone overhearing us.
"And that's two years I haven't had you in my life. Tell me Greg, where does life for you end here and begin for us anymore?"
"We'll talk about this at home Carla."
"We both know you're not coming home tonight. You're bringing her home, and you're going to be fucking her instead of me! When's the last time we fucked Greg? Do you even remember the last time we had sex?"
"Yes. I surprised you coming home around two in the afternoon and brought you flowers that night and we went out to..."
"That's not the fucking point, God damn you," I yelled hitting him. "Quit fucking analyzing our marriage! Can't you stop being an FBI agent for just once -- just once Greg! I don't need you to analyze our marriage or remember every detail of what we have or haven't done. I need to be loved!"
"Don't you think I want that too Carla? I can't right now baby. Right now, there's fifty million dollars worth of cocaine coming into the country, and he knows," he said pointing to Big Hands as he was walking out the door, "where and when it's going to arrive and who's delivering it. If he fucking knew who either of us were, he'd have no trouble stinging either of us up by our necks, and believe me baby, that would be the nicest thing he'd probably do."
"Oh -- so you have no problem risking your life and our marriage, but I can't -- is that how it is?"
"You're acting like a child Carla. Now I want you to tell him you're not feeling well.."
"Kiss me."
'What?"
"Kiss me and I'll leave. Kiss me right now, the way you did when we got married and I'll leave."
"Carla!"
"Then I'll meet you outside. I am not leaving without a kiss from you."
"Carla!"
I huffed out of the restaurant, and nearly cried. I'd be lying if part of me didn't want to run back home right there and then, but God damn it, this was my husband and I am going to fight for him. I was able to compose myself before I rounded the corner where Big Hands had the car waiting for us.
Big hands opened the door of his car for me, and I got in the back with the streetwalker while we waited for 'Nicky' to bring out the wine.
"So how did you and Nicky meet?" the harlot shrieked.
"We used to be lovers," I mused, fuming, tapping my foot. I must have struck a nerve, causing the whore to shift uncomfortably in her seat.
"Nicky never mentioned that you twos were lovers."
"Yeah, that's Nicky. He's good at keeping secrets." "And it doesn't bother you that he's with me now?"
"I might be, if he was a good lover, but the truth is he's not a good fuck, and he's not all that big," I lied.
"Oh, I dunno. I think he's all right in that department."
I swear to fucking God on my life I would have punched her lights out right then if the car doors hadn't opened up and Big Hands and my husband got in.
"So whatcha twos been talkin about?" Big Hands asked for the second time that night. What the fuck is it with these people and the word "twos?"
"Nothing!" the tramp giggled.
"Looks like yous twos been up to something," Big Hands winked. "I hope you two don't have anything naughty planned!"
"Oh gawd, just turn around and drive will ya," the harlot giggled again whacking him with her blue scarf.
The ride to the lake to where Nicky's boat was wasn't far, which was good, cause I would have probably strangled the bimbo with her own scarf if I had to sit next to her for more than twenty minutes. I lit up a cigarette, and the bimbo coughed not so politely which made me just fucking pleased as hell that I found a way to irritate her as much as she was irritating me.
"Would you mind putting that out?" she finally s
napped.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," I lied exhaling in her face before rolling down the window to flick my butt out.
We set sail under a moonlight sky minus the breeze, which meant Nicky had to use the motor, and I wouldn't have to listen to Nicky's date shrieking. The lake was deserted, not surprising since it was the middle of the week and as Big Hands would say, all the "suckers" had regular jobs to go to in the morning. We had it all to ourselves. When we had got out to the middle of it, Greg stopped the engine and headed to the bow to drop the anchor while the rest of sat in the boat's small cockpit at the stern with and poured the wine. For the second time that night, I felt like I would cry again.
Greg and I met in college. He was kind of a geek back then I suppose, honoring in political science and working hard while me, well, I was a lot like the sort of girl Greg was dating tonight. Kinda giggly and artificial myself. I suppose I acted that way to get boys. It worked of course, and while I didn't have to try very hard to get some handsome stud to bed me, it kind of got old after awhile when they didn't take me serious afterwards. I'd get the same lines about how they thought I just wanted to have fun.
I lit another cigarette, and took in Greg's date. "Where did you two meet if I might ask?"
"Oh Nicky? I never thought I'd meet a guy like him. Isn't he a doll? Let me tell ya, most guys I know can't wait to get into my pants, but with Nicky -- I had to fight to get him out of his!"
"That's because Nicky, like myself, are real gentlemen," Big Hands said.
"Yeah, sure. Real Gentlemen," she said rolling her eyes. "Anyhow, who was it, Franky who introduced us?"
"Yeah, Franky"
"Anyhow, Franky who is not a real gentleman," she snorted, "introduced us at the club we were just at about three months ago. I thought it was a date, that's what Franky said it was, but Nicky, I dunno! He was just so shy! He was so cute. Still is. Can't believe you dumped him."
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