Bound to Darkness (closed)

[lastsonofzod]

With the practiced eye of a predator, the man in black watched the apartment building across the way, hidden behind a newspaper, as the coffee behind him cooled rapidly in the early evening air. October was following fast on the heels of September, and the change left a chill in the air that was only slightly abated by the wool coat he wore. He didn't notice the chill though, anymore than he was aware of the sports page in front of him, or the change in his left pocket.

There things were transitory, passing into darkness and beyond, and leaving nothing but an echo.

His name was Simon. There was a last name, but he never used it. Not when he was on the hunt. The dark auburn hair and flashing green eyes would have made getting a woman easy enough if he wanted, even more than his tall lean frame, or the angled sharpness of the features. He was built like a model really, something crafted of cool art more than any natural warmth.

He might have attracted the waitress, but for the look in his eyes. If the night was chill, then his eyes were like emerald glaciers, letting no warmth seep past. Nothing contained within but a purpose, dark and fufilling.

The hunts were a difficult matter to orchastrate. Some would have called it stalking, but that was too cliche for him. He didn't follow women because he was obessessd with them, and wanted their affection. No, followed them as a wolf might track a deer, slow and stealthful. True to the origins of the word, but not the pathetic cliche that it generated in the minds of others.

He is a hunter, seeking his prey.

Just as he had known she would, the woman crosses at precisely 6:03, rushing along in low heels and a conservative business suit, her eyes focuessed on reaching her home, ending the day.

Now the paper is discarded, and he rises slowly to his feet, dropping a few bills on the table as he move across the deserted intersection, casually falling in behind her, his eyes sweeping the area, looking for witnesses. Everything is clear, muted in the noise of the city.

He follows her down three blocks, bemused at her self absorbtion, growing more confident in his plan as they near their destination.

Stopping some distance behind her he reaches down to the ground, lifting up an empty cardboard box, broad across but light as a feather, pretending its weight as he moves up the step behind he, changing his candence from silence to the shuffling of a man with a burdon.

He calls out in a voice unlike his own, plaintive and helpless.

"Hey! Hold the door!"

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Erin was rushing her way home that day, as she did every day. It never seemed to her that there were enough hours in the day, and she could never get home quick enough to curl up in front of the tv.

Erin was the kind of girl who made her career her life, so she had very few friends, and spent all of her off work times alone. SHe worked for a law firm, but she was young, and just starting out, so she was little more advanced than an intern. Her red hair tumbled about her shoulders, worn down most days, and she wore a pair of narrow rimmed glasses that did not hide her eyes.

She was oblivious to her surroundings as he heels clicked over the pavement. There was no reason to rush home, other than to get out of these damned heels.

As she reached her door, she pulled out her keys, shifting her purse on her shoulder. She did not look around, and almost missed the guy carrying a box up the steps. Must have just been moving in, she thought. He was attractive, broad but not too broad, tall . . . beautiful eyes. She got lost for a second, before his words registered.

"Oh-Sure . . ." She opened the door and held it for him, stepping to the side. As he walked in by her, she was surprised at how tall he was up close. Even in her heels she barely came to 5'4" . and that was even with his chest. "New?"

Her own emerald eyes looked up at him. She was a beautiful, porcelain pale woman with fine, narrow features and luscious curves. She did not work out to keep her body looking good, it jsut happened that way, thick hips, large breasts, thin waist, soft but flat tummy. SHe could have been a model if she had wanted. She hadn't.

 

[lastsonofzod]

A smile traced his lips as she spoke, rolling the words around in his mind like loose marbles, almost not caring what they actually meant, far more interested in the sound they made.

After a delay though he spoke, sorting through information quickly to get the response he needed.

"Yeah, I'm knew to 212, up on the second floor? Just got the lease signed this morning. Kinda small to start out, but I like the neighborhood. Good neighbors..."

Lies, mostly. The target's room was 212, right across the hall. He knew this, he also knew that apartment he was talking about belonged to a Miss Babbage, an elderly woman who was out of town, visiting a friend in Florida. Little details, acquired over a few weeks observation. First a letter taken from her purse at a bus stop, then going to an open house at the apartment complex, talking tenants. Easy things to know, if you understood where to look.

Of course she'd never know how he found this out.

Holding the box awkwardly in one hand he reached out with the other, shaking hers in first grasp, leeping the grip just slightly below painful.

"Name's John."

Moving past her, he ascended the stairs, making a show of awkwardly struggling with the box, taking his time to arrive at his supposed door just before her.

Once he was situated, he set the box on the floor, and then rummaged in a pocket for his keys, making a show of trying to work it into the lock, then sighing.

"Great, stupid Super gave me the wrong key...Can I borrow your phone for a sec? Guy runs half the east side and Verizon just turned my cell off...Really rather not have to find a payphone..."

As he spoke, a hand reached into his pocket, puling the plastic top from a syringe, preparing it for the moment...the last moment really...

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Erin followed the man upstairs, never realizing anything was amiss. When he set the box down,s he had already opened her door, and was watching, half interestedly, half just wanting to climb into some soft pajamas and curl up on the couch with some pay per view.

When he turned to her again, sheepishly, she knew she was going to be delayed further, and she forced back a sigh, always one to try not to put anyone off. Nodding, she rooted in her purse, looking down into the medium sized, conservative leather bag as she searched for her phone. Her red hair fell over her shoulders as she looked, and her glasses almost slid down her nose. She was half in her apartment, half out.

When she finally found it she smiled and looked up at him, reaching out.

"Here you are." Her eyes glistened helpfully. She couldn't complain too much,s he thought, he should be in one of her romantic dramedies. He was just too perfect. And she could still feel the tingle in her hand of his firm grip, so firm she had wanted to pull away early,and rub her hand once he had let go.

 

[lastsonofzod]

"You're a lifesaver," He said with a smile, taking the phone from her delicat fingers, starting to lift it up, and then letting it slip easily to the floor with a crack that promised the death of the machine.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry...He moved forward quickly, even as she started to lean over to pick it up, catching her with a knee to the stomach, knocking the wind from her as he pushed her against the door jamb, the needle coming out now, imbedding deep in her neck with a barely perceptible hiss of the contents. A powerful tranquilizer generally used to supress cattle, toned down slightly for his own use.

It didn't even take a second. Just a brief flaring of her puplils from the shock of the moment and she's gone, past this world and beyond it.

Gently he sweeps her of her feet, carrying her in his strong arms across the littered apartment, and tossing her on the sofa before the TV, doubtless the same place she would have slept in any case.

A moments work and her cellphone and the box have been brought within. He discards the former into a trash can and places the latter on the counter, slicing it open with his razor sharp pocket knife.

After this, the contents are removed as placed on the coffee table for his use. The varied tools of his trade. The first and most important is the ball gag, and then the handcuffs.

He works dilligently over her, fastening the ball gag over her mouth, and then handcuffing her hands behind her back.

Now its just a matter of the waiting, and he does this in a relaxed manner, going up to put on a kettle of water, making himself cup of tea, turning on the television as he sits patiently waits, enjoying a music program on PBS to pass the time, waiting for the game to begin.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Erin cried out as his knee hit her stomach, shocked and stunned. As she was slammed back into the door jamb she looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to regain the breath that was knocked out of her, even as she felt the needle sink into her flesh. She was terrified, and confused. What was he doing? Why?

She was gone before any more questions could race into her head, sinking into the darkness. When she woke, she was uncomfortable. Her arm felt as if it had fallen asleep, and her gut was cramping. She whimpered, her jaw ached, and it felt as if something was jammed in it. SHe could hear classical music filling the room, and she opened to find herself curled on her couch. SHe tried to move her arms, but felt cold metal cuffs cut into her wrists as she looked around, slowly at first, then more panicked. SHe could just barely see a pair of booted feet if she strained, ehr head back, trying to see her arm chair. She began to struggle and cry out, squirming on teh couch and whimpering, kicking her feet. SHe found herself relatively helpless, finding it hard to even sit up.

What the hell was happening, who was in her apartment!? Who had DONE this to her?

 

[lastsonofzod]

From his perspective he watches her awakening and subsequent struggle against her bonds, watching with amusement as she tries to free herself, to see what it going on. He lets this carry on for a moment, moving from his chair and back to the kitchen, pouring the now hissing water into a cup, and preparing the tea, moving back to the room with it in hand, watching as she tries to shift herself to see him better.

He takes a long sip of the tea as he moves up behind her, pulling a thin stilletto from its sheathe and pressing it against her cheek, speaking softly and firmly, without anger or any apparent concern.

"If you continue to make a fuss like this, I shall cut out your tongue, and save myself the headache."

His eyes lock on hers as he smiles, cold as a cat in the way his lips frame the words, the fearful truth they betray.

He steps aroung the couch, seating himself beside her mug in hand, holding the hot drink loosely as he examines her more closely, his latest prey.

Softly his knife hand move up, touching upon her collar bone as he speaks, tracing it down the line of her dress shirt slowly, the razor edge parting the buttons one at a time, in synch with his words.

"I must confess I lied to you...my name is not John, and I am not your new neighbor...what I am, is the man who is going to take every shred of humanity from you, every gasp of morality, and every trace of control. When I am done, I will own you...and you will thank me for it..."

Now the lips pause, taking a sip of the hot tea, the cool eyes watching voer the rim as she trembles before him, grimacing slightly at the heat of the liquid...and then the cup is set aside, along with the knife. Both discarded as he grips her dress shirt in both hands, roughly pulling all the way open, baring her lovely breasts for him, encases only in the questionable confines of her bra.

He smiles at this, but there is no warmth in the gesture.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

The girl fell silent almost immediately when she felt the cool blade press against her cheek, her terrified emerald eyes locking on his. SHe trembled as she whimpered, falling very still, some of her scarlet hair falling into her face. She felt tears welling, and closed her eyes against them, tucking her head down as she felt his knife move down her collar bone.

She wanted to beg him to leave her alone, but all she could do was whimper. SHe was scared, though some of teh confusion was gone. The man who had been outside her apartment was someone else completely. Clumsy, shy, unconfident. This man was strong, cold . . dangerous. She knew he would not hesitate to harm her, and that made her tremble harder, her small hands curling into fists behind her.

She could feel him separating the fabric of her blouse, pulling it apart to show her large, pale breasts barely covered sufficiently by a pink and white bra. During her struggle, one of her breasts had work partially free of the half cup, and she could feel the air on the top edge of the nipple. She closed her eyes tighter as a tear rolled free, biting down on teh ball gag.

 

[lastsonofzod]

"Quite adequete..."

The words weren't emotive in the slightest. They do not betray any sense of lust or desire from the man, just a fair and simple appraisal of her value, coolly decided by her new master.

Absently, one hand cups her breast through the bra, feeling the firm weight of it, the man enjoying the way it fills his hand to perfection. For a moment he leans closer to it, almost nuzzling his mouth against it, and then he moves back, Reaching to her shoulders as she pulls her upright, pushing her into the corner of the couch, and then laying his own weight upon her legs, holding her steadfast in position as he shifts in position, reaching behind him for two tools.

The first is a simple zippo lighter, unadorned with any markings, just a simple matte silver. He holds this for her to consider and then pulls her bra down roughly with his hand, exposing the full size of her nipples to his view.

He smiles at this before reaching around, sellecting his second impliment, a wicked looking needle, long and hard in his hand.

With an easy manner he flicks the lighter on, running its heat over the blade, warming it rapidly to a burning temperature. There is no explanation from him as to what this is for, but the matter becomes clearer as he sets the lighter aside after a moment, holding the now reddened needle in one hand, even as the other pulls on her aerole, stretching it painfully in his grip.

"This might hurt a bit...I'd reccomend against struggling.

Without further ado he pushes the needle into her nipple with a searing sound, smiling even more at the sounds this ellicits from her. Knowing that this pain is only the beginning.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Erin tried not to feel his touch as he assessed her breasts, but she opened her eyes in surprise and fear as he set her up, then pinned her legs down. As he reached over her, she trembled, wishing she could do anything to push him off, away. SHe wanted to scream, but was afraid of what he would do.

As he showed her the zippo her mind raced. What was he going to do with that? Burn her? Light her hair on fire? Nothing she could think of made her feel okay, and she felt her tears grow hot. As he pulled out a needle she swallowed hard and squirmed some, trying to speak around the gag, of course unable to.

As he heated the needle, her eyes grew wide, but not as wide as they did when he grabbed her nipple. SH ebegan shaking her head, crying out around the gag and squirming, her arms crushed behind her, the cuffs cutting into her wrists. Her tears began running fast, but as he spoke she sat still, feeling the needle begin to push in, Her back arched and she screamed as loudly as she could, the pain blackening the edges of her vision of a moment as she lost her breath. FOr a moment, total silence lingered after her scream, marred only by the sound of her flesh burning, then she took a deep breath and screamed again, falling into hard sobs. She looked at him again and shook her head desperately, her eyes pleading, her nipple felt as if it were being torn apart, every nerve was on fire, literally, spreading up through her breast into her arm. She was in agony.

Please, she begged silently, please don't do this to me, Please let me go. Please stop hurting me.

 

[lastsonofzod]

The scream was an annoyance, but little else. He'd taken care in studying the apartment she had, and knew that the walls were acceptably thick for his purposes. Between the gag and that there was little chance of anyone overhearing...even if her nearest neigher were not in another state at the moment. Not to mention the relative low class nature of the neighborhood...

Of course, annoyance or otherwise, the scream was a betrayel of his word, and he repayed this in proper kind, twisting the freshly pierced nipple in his hand until it dribbled blood.

"I love the sweetness of your voice in torment, but I told you not to scream...if you persist in ignoring my edicts, the pain you just fellt will be as nothing compared to what I will do to you next...You do not want to try me."

With this his hand released her nipple, moving back for a moment to rub it with alcohol, and then slip a silver ring through it. He tugged it firmly when it was in place, then moved his attentions to the other.

Whereas the first had been harsh, this was far different.Soft butterfly kisses that crisscrossed the pale flesh of her breast in a lazy spiral that moved ever inwards, until he confronted the rougher texture of the nipple itself. His tongue teased lightly upon it then, teeth gently nipping at it.

He sucked gently there then, with a soft, knowing pressure, a pleasure to balance out the pain he had given, measure by hiw knowing hand, and cruel mind.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

The girl cried out, her back arching again, but bit down on the gag as he spoke, sobbing, shaking her head again. He hair fell in torrents around her shoulders as her nipple bred, and she looked up at him in fear.

Her emerald eyes reflected her fear strongly, the fear that sank so deep inside of her it inhabited her core. As he released her nipple, lowering his head, she sobbed, but was surprised by what he did. As she felt his kisses, she squirmed slightly whimpering. Enjoying anything he did would be a betrayal of her sanity, a shame, an embarrassment, a humiliation of it's own sort.

SHe gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, trying to wiggle her legs beneath him slightly, before laying still again. Her nails were digging into her couch as he suckled and nipped knowingly, and her body grew responsive, her nipple growing hard, her panties growing wet.

She began to cry again, though softer now, as he body reacted the way she knew he wanted. She bit harder on the gag, her jaw already aching, unable to move, to scream, to beg. SHe felt completey helpless. She knew that in the situation she was in, she's be lucky to get out of it alive,let alone in one piece. Her head dropped some, and she closed her eyes again, trying to wish herself away, to stop feeling what he was doing to her, to stop feeling at all.

 

[lastsonofzod]

As he worked upon her nipple he could not help but smile at the reaction it brought forth from her, the hardening of her nipple, the subtle shift in her heartrate, the sounds she made. She oculd deny it all she wanted, cry at the torment of it, but he knew the pleasure of the moment still affected her.

In a way, that was a big part of why he'd chosen her. A police officer might have suggested her single status as a strong reason for why he had selected her, but he'd be off base as to the reason for this.

It had nothing to do with ease of prey. Simon had taken heiresses and congresswomen in his conquests, single and married alike. It was all a matter of repression. He saw it in their eyes as they passed on the street, the bundled, tightly wound need they held back, the desire for pleasure, for experience.

This is what he gave them. An awakening to all that they could have, to the world beyond...and all the small price of their slavery to him.

These thoughts passed lazily through the man's mind as he parted his lips from her nipple, leaning back to watch her as he ran a hand along her cheek, wiping away conservative makeup and tears in a single motion, considering her with those same cold eyes.

"You have a choice to make. I can piece your other nipple as I did the first, or I can do something else to you next. I won't tell you what it is, though I assure you it will be no easier to endure. To choose, you may blink once for the first, or twice for the second. You have ten seconds to decide."

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Erin sobbed as he looked at her again speaking. Her mind raced faster, stumbling over itself. Ten seconds. That was all she had to decide if she wanted to feel that excruciating pain again, or a different. She imagined he'd do both, no matter what but . . . SHe sobbed.

Ten seconds, and half of them had to be gone already. She felt her tears in her lashes, could still feel the tingle of his hand on her face. She swallowed hard, and finally she blinked once.

If she was going to have her nipples pierced, she might as well have a matching set. She let her head drop some, her tears running onto her chest. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him do her harm. She ran her tongue over the gag, using it to distract herself.

Oddly, she could smell him. It wasn't a bad odor, or a good one. It wasn't strong, but it wasn't really soft either. It was just there, crisp, clear, cold even, if a smell could be cold. She could still feel him leaning on her legs, keeping her pinned down, although she was sure they both knew that even if she could run, bound the way she was she would be slower, clumsier, more likely to tumble down the stairs, and he would catch her, no matter what.

 

[lastsonofzod]

Her selection doesn't surprise him greatly, though he might admit to some slight dissapointment at it. It was always fun to try new things with his girls, opening their eyes one small piece at a time, showing them what was to come.

Still, they had all the time in the world, and he was a man of his word...when it suited him anyway.

The lighter comes out once more, along with the needle. He lets her watch it this time, close enough to her eyes that she can feel the heat of it. Know whats coming.

And then its penetrating her nipple, with a his and a sliding motion, stabbing quickly through her flesh, just before his mouth locks onto her freshly pierced nipple, sucking at the raw nerve endings in compliment to this other pain.

The sounds she makes bring a smile to his lips as he parts from her, stepping a bit away from the sofa, storing his tools carefully, watching her try in vain to come to grips with the pain.

He glances slowly at his watch, considering the time, and then reaching into a pocket, extracting a slim, stylish cellphone, dialing a number upon it. Speaking to the voice on the other end, even as his other hand moves into a pocket, extracting the switchblade, showing it to her. Letting her know the cost of interuptions.

"Hello, this is a friend of Erin's. She won't be making it into work this week, she's caught a flu bug. Yes, I know she has that deposition coming up, I'll let her know, thanks."

The phone snaps close with with a sound of finality as he smiles at her, checking his watch again. The lighter comes out again, this time with a cigar, lit carefully, the hunter rolling it in his fingers as he speaks, exhaling a cloud of gray smoke that flow roughly over her.

"Its 6:50 now. I'm going to enjoy this cigar, and then we're going to see about moving you to a more discrete location. This apartment is a bit unsuitable for our long term needs. Far too pedestrian."