Love Lies Dying
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I know that.
“You’re going to have to follow this through, play it out to the end with her, if you want her to help you.”
I know that too.
“It could be dangerous.”
Do I have a choice?
“No, doesn’t look like you do,” Richard agreed.
I shouldn’t’ve yelled at her Saturday night. I got her mad. That’s what got me into this mess.
“It certainly looks that way.”
If I had kept calm, maybe Helen would still be alive and we would be home by now, everything back to normal.
“That’s possible.”
I just shouldn’t’ve said what I said. Or acted the way I did towards her.
“Always shooting off at the mouth before thinking,” Richard chuckled. “You don’t change, John. It got you into trouble when we were young, and now it’s still getting you into trouble.”
Huh?
“You’ve got to learn, pal. You’ve got to think of consequences. Things you do, they can come back to haunt you down the track.”
I don’t know what you mean.
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to work it out. You’re not going anywhere for a while, it seems.”
Tell me, please?
“Pal, you’ve got to find this out for yourself. So many lies can build up in a lifetime. Some you put there on purpose, while others accidentally appear. In the end, you start to believe the lies too.”
I don’t understand.
“I know, that’s part of the problem.” Richard replied. “But you will.”
Huh?
“Just think about it. I mean, really think about it. You’re believing everything Zoe is telling you!”
Yeah, of course!
“Why?”
Why shouldn’t I? I have no reason not to.
“No reason? Come on, you’ve even had some doubts yourself! What about the car keys?” Richard reminded him. “She said she didn’t have them, but then you found them. The gun? She said it was in the Jeep but it wasn’t.”
John stayed silent, leaning against the X.
“Now she says Helen is dead. Do you really believe her?”
John was stunned by the thought.
Huh?
“Do you really believe her?”
John’s chest burned with hope.
Helen could still be alive?
“Isn’t that a possibility?”
Helen! It could be true! But why would she lie to me?
“Why not? She wants to have sex with you, she wants to do all this stuff to you. She couldn’t get you to do it while Helen was still around, so she tries something else. If you think Helen is dead, maybe it will be easier to get you to agree.”
Yeah.
“And, Jesus, it looks like it worked, huh?”
But she has the gold pendant!
“Come on, think about it! You can buy them just about anywhere for peanuts.”
That makes a lot of sense.
“Of course it does! Remember, pal? They’ll screw you and…”
..and then they’ll screw you.
“Exactly. It’s all a game!”
A game… So, where’s Helen?
“I don’t know.”
But you just said she was alive!
Richard chuckled, “Did I? That’s my whole point, buddy. Once you start weaving your lies, you can’t tell what’s truth and what’s fiction any more. You can’t tell them apart.”
But I don’t understand. Now you’re saying she isn’t lying?
“I’m not saying anything. I’m just reminding you that the facts as you see them may not actually be the facts at all.”
Damn you, stop playing with me.
“Remember, it could all be an elaborate game, full of half-truths and lies.”
You’re playing with my mind, stop it!
“You should know all about that, John.”
Shut up.
“Seems you’ve started to believe your own lies too.”
Huh?
“Why don’t you be honest with her, and maybe she’ll be honest with you.”
I don’t understand!
“Oh, I think you do…”
And then Richard was gone from his mind.
The silence returned.
Fuck you!
But Richard didn’t reply.
Fuck you, you bastard! Stop trying to fuck with me! FUCK YOU!
John’s hands turned to fists and he pulled on the chains above him.
If you were here now I’d –
But he didn’t get time to finish his thought.
A hand touched his groin.
John’s mind froze and his breathing stopped.
The hand was soft and warm, and began massaging his limp cock.
Zoe!
He breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s Zoe!
He had no idea how long she had left him alone, but it seemed like forever.
But now she was back.
Are you sure it’s her?
Huh?
How do you know it’s Zoe?
It has to be!
But you don’t know for sure.
No…but –
Then you better hope it is her!
Fear started to grow in John’s chest.
Of course it’s her. Who else would it be out here?
Who else…?
Despite the situation, her hand felt so good on him, so warm.
He began to grow again.
Within seconds his cock was hard and pulsing.
Then he felt her mouth around him, hot and wet.
So good.
Her hand continued to massage his balls as her lips engulfed him and sucked deeply.
John tried to relax on the X, but it was difficult to do so with the angle he was on and the cold of the night. His thoughts returned to the idea that maybe it wasn’t Zoe standing there massaging his cock.
Who then? Who could it be?
Still, his breathing quickened and after a few minutes he began to reach climax. His body tensed and readied for the moment.
And then her mouth left him.
He was hard and ready, but she was gone. His cock was wet and pulsing, and left to the cold night air. His balls ached deeply. His orgasm denied.
Why?
It was then he found out.
At first he thought it was some kind of soft cloth or cotton. He could feel it as it was placed around his groin. It started above his erection and then spread to the side and below. He felt it around his balls and back towards his anus. But he couldn’t work out exactly what it was.
Zoe’s arms knocked against the insides of his legs as she applied it to him, and as it sat there heavy on him, it began to slowly slide towards the ground.
What the hell is it? What is she doing to me now?
And then he felt the cold steel against his hip.
His body tensed as the image came into his mind.
One of her hands rested on his stomach. She patted him softly, as if trying to reassure him.
Very slowly, he released his tension and tried to relax.
The hand stopped patting him, and the blade made its way from his hip to his groin.
He held his breath.
And Zoe began to shave him.
He didn’t dare move. He tried not to breathe. His erection quickly subsided.
What had she said to him in the bathroom?
“There’s something about a man pissing. It’s so masculine and yet it’s coming from such a small roll of skin. Just hanging from your body. Out there in the open and so…exposed…so dangerously unprotected.”
Unprotected!
Oh my God!
All he could feel was the blade, cutting through his pubic hair, sweeping closely by his manhood, moving slowly and so dangerously in a sharp dance.
One slip and…, he dared not think of it.
She shaved above his cock first, then to the sides. Then she held the ti
p of his cock between a finger and thumb as she moved the blade over the top of his balls.
This is crazy, he thought. But he didn’t move.
She shaved the sides and then underneath his balls, shaving as far back towards his anus as the angle of his legs permitted.
After what seemed like an eternity, the blade left his body. Her hand returned to his stomach and she patted him once more.
She didn’t do it, he couldn’t believe it. She had the chance, but she didn’t cut it off!
For the first time in a while, John allowed his breathing to return to normal.
His panic subsided and gave way to anger.
I can’t believe she did that.
She did!
She’s crazy!
But you need her.
She just shaved me!
But you need her!
His crotch burned in the cold air. The stinging bare feeling of naked shaved skin made him even more uncomfortable and vulnerable.
He waited for Zoe to continue.
Continue with what?
I don’t want to know!
Maybe she’ll let me down now, untie me and set me free.
But nothing happened for a long time.
The burning around his groin began to subside, but the numbness in his limbs remained.
This has gone far enough.
He bit down hard on the wadding, trying to make it smaller. Maybe he could spit it out if he really tried.
Spit it out where? The hood would stop you anyway.
I’ve got to try something!
But the chewing didn’t help. Biting into the material spilled more vinegar onto his tongue and down his throat.
Don’t vomit! You can’t afford to!
He stopped chewing.
No use.
He rested his head on the padded cushion.
You’re beaten.
Broken.
Suddenly, he sensed someone was near him. He didn’t know how he knew, but he tensed his body.
Her hand touched his chest.
Are you sure it’s Zoe?
It IS!
Positive?
Shut up!
Slowly, her fingers snaked across the claw marks and down to his stomach. One fingernail circled his belly button twice before her hand slipped lower.
He was growing again.
He wished he could control it, but his erection was automatic.
Zoe’s hand grabbed hold of his cock, and started to massage it once more.
With his pubic hair shaved, John felt smoother now. Every sensation was heightened, intense, stronger than before.
And her mouth was around him again. Her tongue danced across his shaft, licked his tip and sucked at the pre-cum that dripped there.
Even with the wadding in his mouth, John moaned deeply as his excitement began to peak.
And that’s when Zoe lost it.
She went mad.
At least, that’s what John thought now.
She had gone too far.
In the space of only a few seconds, as he began to peak, she removed her mouth and grabbed his cock tightly with her hand.
John hardly had time to notice. He just thought she was trying something different to give him a new experience.
A new experience, he almost laughed at that now as he thought back.
Her fingers had pulled at the skin on the underside of his cock, pulling it away from the shaft.
But he didn’t care.
He moaned loudly again, trying to get her to continue. He pushed his hips out, wanting her to continue massaging him, stretching to rub his cock against her.
And then the pain sliced through him.
It felt as if the skin around his cock split. The pain rolled down his shaft and groin and through the rest of his body.
Ecstasy turned to agony and his moan of pleasure turned to a scream of terror.
He bit down hard on the wadding in his mouth, squirting more vinegar down his throat.
She held on tight to his cock as the pain continued.
His cock and balls pulsed uncontrollably.
He tried to move his arms and legs. He wanted to grab her, hit out at her, kick her. His back arched off the X, trying to squirm out of her grip.
Anything to stop the pain.
But his bindings were too tight.
His orgasm exploded through the pain; the cum shooting from his cock and into the night.
But the pain continued.
He could feel her pulling at the skin.
He could feel it sliding against his shaft, moving one way, and then reversing.
He felt like she was slicing through him, but he knew his fears must have been amplified in the dark.
He hoped they were.
Prayed they were.
She wouldn’t do that to me! She wouldn’t!
He felt something sharp drag his cock skin the other way again, and then he felt the snap as it clicked closed.
She let go of him then, his erection already subsiding in all the terror and agony. The last drips of cum oozing from his tip.
His head fell forward and his back slammed against the X. The cold hard wood now a comfort to him. The wadding in his mouth had moved further down the back of his throat as he had tried to scream. He used his tongue as best he could to push the wadding forward in his mouth again.
He waited for more.
He waited for her as the pain ebbed through him.
But that was the last time she had touched him.
And now it felt like hours ago to him.
John’s arms were completely numb, as were his legs. The burning sensation around his groin had changed to a dull warmth. But he could still feel his pulse through the pain in his cock. And with his cock limp now, he was sure he could feel the cold touch of steel resting on his balls.
He wasn’t sure of it, but he could make a good guess.
She had pierced his cock.
And inserted a ring.
He was sure of it.
Now, he was hers.
Forty-two
The muscle cramps spread up John’s legs and back. They arched through his whole body, slicing through his shoulders and ramming into his brain. He bit down hard on the wadding in his mouth, willing the cramps to stop.
Even though the air around him was cold, he was sweating as the cramps attacked him yet again.
How long? he wondered. How long do I have to stay like this?
He’d begun counting the seconds, trying to judge time. But it was no use.
His brain didn’t want to work properly. He couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. Even though he was tied to the X and had nothing to do other than think, he found it increasingly hard to keep his thoughts in line.
He wanted to keep track of time, to try and work out how long he’d been tied there, but his brain wouldn’t co-operate.
How long now?
He had no idea.
It was dark when we started this. I remember seeing the sun set. That was while Zoe and I were both still on the table.
He remembered the sex then. He could picture in his mind her puckered anus and the warm inviting folds of her vagina as she sat on his face. He could still taste her and smell her.
He began to grow hard again.
And the pain pulsed through his cock once more, slicing up his body.
Think of something else, quick!
His mind swirled, trying to sprint but managing only to stagger.
There was the bathroom. Then she blindfolded me and brought me here. How long did it take? How long?
He didn’t know.
It had felt as if he’d walked for miles to get to where he was now. But he realised it couldn’t have been that far.
It had to be near the church.
Zoe had left him twice while he was tied here.
Did she go back to the church?
Yeah, she must have.
How long was she gone?
 
; I don’t know.
Try and work it out!
How?
He shook his head from side to side.
It was Monday night. That was all he was sure of.
Or maybe Tuesday morning.
Tuesday.
A whole weekend gone.
Three days out of his life that he was powerless to control.
Powerless.
How quickly lives could change…
If only I’d known all this was going to happen Friday night, I would’ve stayed at work. I wouldn’t’ve gone home. I would’ve –
Work!
Tuesday!
Possibilities started to roll around in his mind.
Work! They would’ve missed me! They would’ve wondered where I am! I didn’t show up, so they’ll have started looking for me.
They have to!
He prayed they would.
He knew they would.
“And what good is that gonna do you?” Richard asked.
Huh?
“Well, I know you work with some pretty special people, but I don’t think they’re going to start calling up all the churches in the countryside to find you.”
I know that.
“They’re not going to know where to look for you.”
Of course not. But they’ll call home, and when they get no answer, they’ll call the hospital and when they find out Helen hasn’t arrived for work either, they’ll get suspicious!
“Really?”
Of course!
“You have great faith in your fellow workmates.”
That’s what they’ll do!
“And then what will they do?”
Huh?
“After they’ve made this great leap of logic, that you’re in trouble and need help, what are they going to do?”
I don’t know.
“Call the police? And tell them what?”
I don’t know.
“Search your house for clues? And find what?”
I don’t know.
“Well, looks like they’ll be here later rather than sooner,” Richard concluded.
Just shut up.
“They’re not going to find you.”
They’ll know something is wrong.
“Really? How will they know that?”
They just will.
“I see.” Richard continued. “But to me it just looks like a husband and wife have gone off together for a little unplanned holiday. Maybe a dirty weekend. They all know things have been strained between you and Helen. They’ll understand. They might be a bit miffed you didn’t tell them about it, but they’ll get over it. No one will think it’s strange.”
Yes they will.