Out Running an Ex Dom

[loneiysong]

Beth was finally having the time of her life. She was finally out from under his power and rule. She was free. Free at last. Then why did she feel so alone, so empty. But she never really gave herself enough time to think about it. No time to think about him. No time to think about how he knew what she wanted and needed. Whatever she needed he knew and gave it to her. But she had been running ducking and dodging for too long to look back now. Much too long. But that was back when she was Elena Westly, now she was Beth Grey.

Beth Grey was in a place that he would never expect her. She was a bartender. She had even made it complete by dying her hair black. Gone from her usual wardrobe of cute little dresses to jeans and halter tops. She even wore contact linses that turned her blue eyes brown. She missed her glasses. But that was neither here or there. She was living in a fresh new apartment complete with a cat. She smiled as she was allowed to go home for the night.

Walking to the closet, she pulled on a leather jacket. Also a new thing she did. She walked down the street shivering a bit. She moved into her apartment and tossed her keys into a bowl stepping in. She shut the door and smiled.

"Diablo I am home." A black cat bounded out of the shadows and rubbed along her legs and she chuckled. Reaching down, she pulled him into her arms and shrugged out of her jacket and moved to the kitchn and began to pour herself a glass of water and listened to her messages as she looked over the mail. With a sigh, she made herself one of those soups that you add water to and when it was done, she sat down on her couch and smiled watching the nightly news eating.

 

[Mangix]

They say you can change everything about yourself but for your basic nature. He didn't know who 'they' were though he appreciated the wisdom as he leaned against the wall next to her bedroom door, listening intently at the familiar series of sounds of a routine to which he had become well acquainted over the past few years. A new apartment, new job and even a new look but the same old habits; the first thing she went for was the water, then the answering machine and probably her mail as well, then then a few minutes of silence during what he assumed was the time needed to prepare one of those 'add water to' meals and then the nightly news.

Oh, the monotony, he mused as a practiced flick with a pair chopsticks sent the egg roll straight into his open maw. Chinese take out was really the true blessing of the gods, or so he thought as he devoured his food with the appropriate gusto of a man who had finally found what he'd been searching for. The same old food tasted so much better with the satisfaction of being in power once again. Of once again having the defiant little minx in his clutches, to remind her of who she really was and where she belonged. Barely able to contain his excitement, yet intent upon relishing every last bite of a food that tasted stale not too long ago, he felt a very familiar chill riding down his spine.

Five minutes passed, then ten, fifteen. He waited. Not like he had anything to do or that she was going anywhere. TV, bath and bed. Nothing had changed really, except what 'bed' entailed. Though it would be the same as back then tonight.

The darkness seemed to weave itself around him as he stood there in silent fervor, the composure on his face breaking away for a brief moment as a smile flickered past his lips. He cracked his fingers and his neck, the anticipation enough to make him euphoric. But he endured. He was patient. The food helped and once he was done he placed the empty box on her dresser. Everything had been laid out. He'd had the entire day to prepare and he had been quite thorough. Now all that was left, was to wait.

 

[loneiysong]

Beth yawned and stretched. That was when the smell of chinese hit her. Looking up, she looked back at the bedroom. But as soon as it came on, it disappeared again. She shrugged and rubbed her face and stood up. She moved to the bathroom and got another weird feeling. Something was close. She shivered a bit and stepped back out. Grabbing a baseball bat from a closet, she gripped it. Watching the bedroom door she slowly moved forward. Her heart was racing. Diablo mewled cutely and moved into the bedroom and looked up at the invader but mewed again and rubbed along his legs purring thickly.

Beth frowned and moved into the bedroom. She only really used it for changing. Not once had she slept in the bed. Always preferring to sleep on the couch. When she slept in her bed, she always half expected him to reach out of the darkness and wrap his arm around her stomach and pull her close and whisper something that maybe he thought was supposed to be soft and sweet, but werent. Her eyes traveled around the room and saw the chinese food styrofoam sitting on her dresser.

With a gasp, she spun and came face to face with the creature she had been trying so hard to outrun. She snarled trying to recover from her instant recognition. He has no power over you Elena. You are no longer lovers in high school. We are older. We are different, we don't know him.

"Who the fuck are you!?" She snarled and pointed her baseball bat straight at his face. She didn't let him see the part of her that was scared shitless that he was here. She also didn't let him see that excited little girl who already wanted to lay on the bed and let him do whatever he wanted. She hated that part most of all.

 

[Mangix]

(I controlled your character a bit though I thought this much would be alright. If it isn't, let me know.)

It never left him, not for a moment, that disconcerting composure that seemed to perpetually cling to him. Not a ripple of emotion passed over his face, a visage frozen in an expression of amusement and derision. He was sure that she had to exert every little ounce of control she had to keep up that brave front; that laughably transparent front, yet he could not but be slightly impressed by it. Even if it took her years, it seemed like she'd finally found backbone and for someone like her that was no small feat.

But all that mean to him was that now there was something more to break. Fight it as she may, struggle against it with whatever resolve she might have salvaged in their time apart, nothing would change. She would lose herself once again to that basic, primal part of her that wanted to be savaged. He could see it in the tears beginning to well in her eyes, in every quiver of her lips and in every single trembling breath; in every shred of her being. Even in that unlit room, he could see it all. The willful facade she had on could fool the world, but his cruel eyes pierced right through it.

"Your tongue has certainly grown defiant . . . " he said, the words trailing off. "But your body should remember just who I am."

And then, before she would even have the time to blink, in one fluid motion he pushed himself off the wall against which he leaned and closed the distance between them. The baseball bat, much like her act, was of little matter to him. Yet he gripped her by the hand that brandished it and pulled her closer till their faces were not even an inch apart. His breath heavy on her face and his eyes stared straight into hers. His voice soft, a mere whisper, yet that derisive manner of his just as apparent as he spoke.

"It does, doesn't it. I can tell. It's screaming it out to me."

 

[loneiysong]

She gasped. She couldn't help it. Everything about him made her feel like a child. A small child that only he could love and take care of. She trembled and bit her lip and then growled steeling her resolve. Blinking away the tears and steadying her arms. It is ok, it is alright, Elena, just breath. Breathe. Remember why you ran. Remember what this man took from you.

"I don't know who the fuck you are, but you better leave my house before I call the cops or make it so you cannot leave of your own free will." She snarled and she saw him push off but before she could give him a good swift knock on the knee, he was there. Holding her to him. She felt his breath, smelt the the Chinese food he ate on his breath. She shivered and swallowed. Was he going to kiss her? What was he going to do?

"It is screaming for you to get the fuck out because I don't know you. You are just some man in my house breaking an entering." Before he could move she did one of her self defense classes and grabbed his arm and broke his grip on her wrist. Next came a harsh but very determined boot down into his right foot. The very least, the move would render him startled. She wasn't going for hurt just stunned.

She moved past him running hard and fast. She ran down the hall and decided on taking the stairs quickly taking several. She left her purse and everything there. She panted and moved to teh land lords office and began to pound and her heart was racing. "HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!!" The landlord was out and she panted and took off running for the bar where she worked. She wouldn't need money to make a call there, all she had to do was survive the cold in a short sleeve shirt pants and boots.

 

[Mangix]

To adopt the oldest and most noblest of traditions; to fight to runaway. Wasn't that just lovely, not to mention unpredictable. So maybe she had managed to steel her resolve more than he'd given her credit for. Perhaps there was some part of her that truly intended to resist. Some naive notion that somewhere out there a better life waited for her if she could 'break free' from him. But he knew better. He'd always known that no matter how many times or how convincingly she lied to herself, it would remain. What she was running away from was not him but herself. Even now, as she attempted to defy him with some poorly executed move that would . . . do what exactly? Stun him from the shock of having his toes stepped on? How very amusing.

It couldn't even make him flinch yet surprisingly enough he let her go. Perhaps it was the surprise from the resistance she had put up or that he had no intention of chasing her at all . . . or maybe he was just offering her hope. A mad hope that she might be able to out run him, get help or just hide away in some hole where he could never find her. Why? Because . . . there is no true despair without hope and that was what he really wanted to see. That hope slowly leaving her eyes as despair takes it place.


Casually, he strolled out of the apartment behind her with a cocky grin on his face. The panic that coursed through her was quite entertaining to watch, as she bounded down the stairs. The landlord he thought moments before he heard the frantic sounds of her fists beating against the wooden door and the screams of desperation that fell all on deaf ears but his own. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, she had already taken off in the direction of the bar. Wise as ever. But it was better this way. After all, what fun would she be if she was totally broken. Words could not describe the excitement he felt as he fancied himself the predator and her his scurrying prey. And so, the hunt was on.


A few minutes would probably have passed when she would arrive at the corner from which the bar lay at a ten second sprint. Just a few more feet and she could feel safe. Safe from him, from her past. But most of all from herself. Past that ally, around that corner lay her objective. She was close enough to taste it.

But that was as far as she would get. With a precise, practiced movement the heel of his palm would meet her chest right over her diaphragm. A simple maneuver with an open palm that would knock the air right out of her lungs, leaving her incapable of making even the slightest sound. Catching her body as it crumpled to the ground, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into the ally from which he had emerged. He pinned her to the wall by her neck, a position that should have been familiar to her.

"Are you plainly stupid or simply not aware of the concept of a car."

The ridicule in his voice would have cut colder than the night. Incapable of making so much as a sound, her vision blurry from the sudden blow to her abdomen, she was helpless. Weak. At his mercy.

Nothing had changed.

 

[loneiysong]

She panted hard into the cold nigh air. She was cold, but her endorphins would not let her feel anything. Except the burning in her chest. Slipping and skidding more than once, she continued to run harder and faster than she ever thought was possible. Turning around the corner, she saw the light of the bar. She panted hard and took off running. Just a few more feet. She gasped feeling the palm stop her. Doubling over, she fell. She already knew how she would land. On her hands and knees. But his hands caught her and dragged her deeper into the alley.

Gasping, she swallowed and looked from side to side. It was way past last call and no one would bee there. She shut her eyes and panted harder and shook her head. Tears rolled down her face and swallowed. She tried to breath, but his hand pinning her to the alley wall, she gasped trying to breath. Rage was in her eyes. Pure unadulterated rage. Oh how she loathed this man. How he haunted her. How she needed him and wanted him. Did she? Did she really run just to see if he would find her or move on? NO! She liked her independence, she liked wearing what she wore, eating what she ate, and doing whatever the hell she wanted when she wanted.

She coughed a pathetic wheezing sound as she rolled her eyes up. She couldn't breath. Couldn't breath at all. And no matter how much she kicked and tried to get him away, she would loose. The hunter would always find his prey. And sadly for her, he only had a taste for her. That was her last thought as she blacked out in the alley, pinned under his mighty hand.

She was back, back in college. He came to her and had that cocky grin. Gave her whatever she wanted tied her to the bed and asked only one thing, her submission. But she could never give that. He told her that he would get her to get piercings, everything he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.. Did she want that? A man that basically used her as his fuck doll? Could she live with herself? No. It was a dream, he was there everywhere. The same dream she always had. As if her mind was reminding her, she could not run from him. She was his. He had put his mark on her not that long ago. At high school he would put a boy in the hospital just for leering at her a second too long. She was his.

Always and forever.