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Out of the Ordinary (Batvan x Sophiee)

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Batvan Vaiych

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Mar 25, 2011
Amazing how hospitals can deteriorate so quickly when the watchful eye of its caretakes turns blind. This hospital was large, but they were only focusing on the psych ward. Turn out its become a local teenage tradition to come and 'investigate' the hospital, and as we would have it the stories say the spirits here don't like it all too much. Jared has come to investigate and hopefully debunk these rumors of ghost -or even demon- activity in these empty halls. His assistant Samantha was new to the whole 'ghost' hunting scene, but she was eager...willing to learn... and pretty damn cute if he did say so himself. Jared was on the slender side, about 5'8 and 140lbs, but had enough to show where it counts. Years of moderate physical activity left him with enough of a body to be proud of at beach time, but his piercing blue eyes and thick dark-brown hair were his money makers with the ladies.

Samantha on the other hand was slightly more petite. She was probably only 5'4 or so, and had a small framed figure reminiscent of a girl who spent more time in front of a computer or a book than in a batting cage or on a playing field. she had brown hair in a similar hue to his, but her eyes were a deep emerald green color- Jared's favorite.

They entered the halls of the building and Jared turned to his partners making sure she wasn't struggling with the equipment she elected to carry...
 
The hospital was so strange but intriguing, scared as she was she was excited and ready to do this investigation with Jared. She'd worn a skirt that showed enough of her thighs to look nice, but also made her look a bit more official for this job as well. Her top also wore a thin t-shirt that fit her petite curves that was covered by a black unzipped jacket that'd she had worn, figuring it would be cold in the hospital.

She was intent on making use of herself for Jared, so she made good use of her hands by offering to hold the equipment for the investigation; which she hadn't guessed would be quiet so heavy, but either way she was willing and didn't want to be disappointing. "Where shall we start?"
 
Jared was glad she was so enthusiastic. This tended to be boring work, and rarely yielded noteworthy consequences. He was dressed in simple black jeans with a button down black collared shirt that was half way buttoned atop a white guinea tea. He wasn't one for 'style' per say but he knew he wore it well.

"Lets fan out and set up the cameras and EVP mics. how about you head on forward and cover the examination rooms down the hall and ill stay here taking care of these bunks and the office across from them?"
 
She nodded. "Okay." She bent over carefully and set down all of the equipment, just taking some of the cameras and EVP mics she went down the hall to the examination rooms and entered the first one with a bit of caution.

This particular room smelt even more old and run down than the wrest of the hospital. Quickly she set up some of the equipment in the corner of the room and adjusted it so it viewed everything. Once that was done she removed herself quickly from the creepy room and moved to do the rest.
 
He chucked at her optimism. It was a nice touch to see someone who wasn't dull and mad at the world working with him, and she was a girl he genuinely enjoyed the company of... mmm and that body.. the curves of her hips under that jacket, the accent of her thighs as the peak out from under her skirt- and those eyes that drive him mad- wait.. what was i talking about? oh yea *(ahem)* She scampers down the hall with equipment in hand, and he cant help but watch her go paying delicate attention to her butt as she moves. He shakes the cobwebs from his head and begins to do the same up front.

The boarding rooms were dirty, dark and essentially unappealing in every way shape and form. He placed 2 cameras in every room as to make sure to catch every angle, and a single EVP mic in a strategic place according to the layout of the room, paying careful attention to noise coming from the barred windows, and and interference from the pipes above. Jared finished up in there, and proceeds to the wardens office across the hall.. It's cold.. much more cold than the dormitory. He- He doesn't like this room one bit, but he pushed through it and sets up his equipment and quickly shuffles out. He calls down to Sam:

"I'm ready when you are, meet with me when you're done and we can check out some of the other rooms in here!"

His head hurts all the sudden..
 
"Okay! Im on the last room down here just give me a moment!" She called back down the hall in response. Quickly she shuffled into the last room, which probably had the most creepy feel to it. The window on the opposite side was open and the glass was cracked. Wordlessly she set up the last camera just in one of the corners of room, angling it perfectly so that every other corner of the room could be seen, she set up the EVP mic near the camera and made her way out the door.

She returned down the hall with a smile of approval toward her work with setting up the cameras and EVP mics. "Hey, Im done so we can get to work now."
 
"wonderful"

he said in an optimistic voice.

"There is a specific isolation room downstairs we should check out as well. No doubt some nasty stuff went on in there, and if it did we should keep our eyes and ears on it. Lets grab some cams, mics, and heat sensors to see if we can pick up anything."

Jared was enjoying Sam's company. He had a certain appeal to her, that he couldn't quite put his finger on... the kind of appeal that made him want to just tear her clothes off stick her in that chair and- wait what?! This wasn't like him.. he never thought like this especially about his coworkers. He tried to push the thoughts from his head and focus on the objective at hand..despite that image being oh so vivid in his mind that is...
 
"Okay your the boss." She replied smiling, her green eyes bright with enthusiasm. Bending over she grabbed a couple of cameras, pushing her skirt down quickly when she felt it come up to far. She stood up quickly and looked at him a moment before handing him one of the cameras.

She couldn't help but be excited and scared at the same time for this job, but it was comforting having someone else with her. It gave her chills just being in this cold hospital building. But all the while, she wanted to do a good job and make it easier on Jared, so she wouldn't feel like she was just tagging along with him and being the annoying assistant. She couldn't quiet help but think he was cute, but any thoughts were pushed out of her mind when a rush of cold air hit her bare legs, giving her goose bumps.
"Ready?"
 
"Yes ma'am"

He answered with a nod. He grabbed the remainder of the equipment so it wasn't left unattended and lead the way down the staircase. As they reach the isolation room, they both couldn't help but look at it in an awe struck manner. This room was bigger than the dormitory rooms, and had an upright chair with restraints fitten to it, an examination table with restraints that were corroded and broken, and to their surprise- no window. The door was ajar as they approach the room.

"let's give it a shot"

Jared says as he enters the room. He takes four steps inside the room expecting Sam to be right behind him when the large heavy door swings shut and slams behind him, cutting contact with his partner...
 
She followed him quietly down the staircase. The air seemed to get colder as they reached the bottom steps towards the isolation room, her legs were freezing all the way up to her thighs, and her hands that held the equipment were shivering from the cold.
Her eyes got a short glance at the inside of the isolation room, which was probably the creepiest thing she'd ever seen.

She was about to follow Jared inside when the door slammed closed in her face, almost hitting her square in the nose, she jumped back in surprise catching her breath in her throat from the clashing noise the door made when it slammed.
 
Jared couldnt understand what was happening he pulled and pulled on the door but it wouldnt budge. His breath was getting faster and faster, as he felt like the room was closing in on him. The world around him was silent as he struggled to get out of the room.

"Sam can you hear me?! Help me please i cant get the door open!"

He hollered but with no idea whether or not his message was received. He looked around the room in a panicked manner and struggled to find anything of use. All of the sudden a... 'feeling' was rushing towards him, something he couldnt see, nor hear- but he could certainly feel. He screamed as whatever it was approached him and seemed to penetrate his body...

The door slowly swung open...
 
She pushed on the door from the opposite side, she had dropped the equipment when the door slammed and was now trying to shove it open.

"I Can hear you Jared! Are you okay!?" She screamed with her ear against the door as she pushed on it, trying to get it to open.

His muffled voice was heard on the opposite side of the door, she was panicked as icy air ran up her legs. Her body went still when she heard him scream. She then lost her footing and fell onto her knees when the door swung open on her.
 
He could still see. He could still hear. He could still feel. But he couldn't act. Every inch of him wanted to shout 'Samantha im ok!' but his body had other plans. He could feel his soul fighting for control of his consciousness as if there was someone feeding on his deepest thoughts, and his most secluded desire. It felt like every glance, wink and flirtatious remark against Samantha was now being used as ammunition against him.

He was sat slumped in the corner just in view from the doorway- enough for Samantha to notice he was there and in need of service. His eyes flickered and he said to her in a sedated, distorted voice...

"Come in..."
 
She was on her hands and knees still when she realized where Jared was; he was in the corner of the room near the doorway watching her. She felt cold and a bit scared of Jared, the way his voice sounded.

"Are you alright?" She asked, a bit hesitant. Slowly she stood up pushing her hair away from her face, trying to regain her self control and concealing the surprise and nervousness she felt from what had happened with the door moments before.
 
"Why yessss I'm fine..."

He replied, not moving a muscle from his spot. Internally, he was splitting at the seams trying to contain the beast waging war on his subconscious. His mind was a maelstrom of screams and panic that wanted to shut out the demon within it- the other half was the demon provoking him to throw Samantha down, tear her clothes apart and force himself on her body in a way she would never forget. His heart was screaming for Sam to run, however his body and mind were ensuring the exact opposite. He watch helplessly as Samantha reacted...
 
"You don't sound fine." Her voice sounded worried.

She watched him a moment, his face looked pained. But she wasn't about to run and leave him down here, no, she wouldn't do that even the smart part of her brain was telling her to run the heck away. Slowly she moved over to him, and knelt down in front of him on her knees, the cold hard floor making ice shards run up her thighs. Her cleavage was a bit more revealed as she leaned over to touch his face with her hand. "You feel cold.."
 
His eyes were focused on her as she entered the isolation room. He watched as she took step by step into the room and flashed his eyes as she entered the doorway. He watches as she kneels down to check on him, and becomes afixed on her breasts that drop down in front of his face. Her words resonated in the room for a moment before his head sprung up and he replied with a sinister grin-

"I wont be long"

as soon as his words had time to sink in the door behind her slammed shut once more, and his hands gripped tight around her shoulders.
 
She startled when he grabbed hold of her, his fingers icy and freezing around her soft skin. His holding her shoulders so tight scared her a bit. What was wrong with him? He'd been perfectly fine when they'd been on there way down to the room. Now he was acting strange.

"Jared..what are you doing?"
The room seemed to get colder as time wore on, she could see her hot breath in front of her face every time she spoke. She grabbed hold of his arms, trying to loosen his grip and pull away form him.
 
He chuckled in the deep malevolent voice he had acquired and and replied sarcastically

"Poor baby, whats the matter.. are you SCARED?!"

He yelled as he increased in volume. He picked her up and stood in one motion, exhibiting semi-super strength especially given his size and stature as a relative small framed male. Jared carried her over to the restraint chair, and threw her down into it and placed one hand firmly over her throat the the other gripped the zipper of her jacket. He felt the fear pulsing through her... and he liked it...
 
Her eyes widened in surprise at the tone of his voice. She was unable to respond before he'd lifted her and carried her across the room and threw her into the restraint chair.
Her skirt flew up around her thighs when she hit the chair. When his hand came around her throat her breath was taken out of her lungs. "Jared.." She managed to get his name out, her body was quivering. Had he lead her down here just to take advantage of her?
She reached her hands up and grabbed his arm, trying to pull his hand away from her neck as she used her foot to push on his firm chest.
 
"Hmmm that name doesnt apply here.."

He answered as he pressed down harder on her throat. He grabbed at her jacket and ripped it off of her back tearing one of the sleeves and casting it aside like a rag. her chest was shown in her thin bra and without missing a beat he reaches down and does the same to her skirt. ignoring the clasps entirely, he rips it straight from her thighs showing her tight thong underneath. He begins undoing his belt with his free hand while still holding Sam down by her throat and says

"I'm going to enjoy this.. far more than you will i'm sure"
 
Her breath was caught in her throat when he ripped her cloths clean away from her body, letting the frozen air hit her skin and send goose bumps up her legs and hardening her nipples.
She pushed harder on his chest with her foot, trying desperately to shove him away from her. She was on the verge of giving up with shoving him, because he wouldn't budge.
Sam's eyes widened a bit more though, when she realized he was undoing his own belt now.
 
Jared grunts softly as he wiggles out of his own jeans and down to his boxer shorts and with his dominant hand still around Sam's neck he tears off his own over shirt so he is now just in his guinea tee and shorts. He then releases Sam's throat letting her take a gasp of air before grabbing her hips and roughly tossing her on her front side in the restraint char so her back was now facing up. He reaches forward with one hand and presses her head down into the chair and with the other hand rips the strap of her bra leaving the ends dangling down off the chair. He then sets his hand at the crest of her neck dragging his nails down her back leaving thick red marks in her back and as he reaches the waist of her thong, cranes his arm back and firmly smacks her ass leaving a discernible hand print there.
 
She gasped for air the very second his hand came away from her throat, taking her first solid breath. Watching him take off his own cloths she couldn't help but notice how good looking and toned he was, despite his smaller appearance.
Once he'd flipped her so her back was up she could feel his fingers grab and rip the straps of her bra, leaving her plump breasts exposed under her.
She cried out when his fingers trailed down her back, his nails denting her flawless skin. Another cry escaped her round lips when his hand slapped her ass, leaving a stinging imprint of his rough hand.
Again she moved to get away from him, trying to make her way off of the restraint chair. But she was cautious of him standing beside the chair, waiting to throw her back down.
 
He could tell she wanted as far away from his as possible- and thats just the way he wanted it. He pulled the tee off of his body over his head and reached down to drop his shorts. now that he was fully exposed he reached down and with a firm pluck snapped Samantha's thong and pulled it out from under her. Now that she was naked as well, he removed his grip from her head and once more grabbed her hips. yanking her entire body downward towards his she was now bent over the char with her feet nearly touching the ground. He reached down and began rubbing his fingers inside Sam's pussy, feeling it get more and more moist as he did. Periodically he would arch his arm back taking a firm strike at Sam's ass, making sure she was disrupted and interrupting any thought process she would be having
 
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