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Keeping it in the Family (Alvis & AndNich123)

Feeling his hand sharply connect with her face was the worst feeling she had experienced in a long time. As she lay there, looking off to the side, she was stunned to the point she couldn't even think of anything to say to him. She felt the tears welling up, and she didn't even try to stop them. His hands suddenly ripping her shorts from her body prompted her to cry out even though she didn't look at him. "James no," she sobbed. "Please don't do this." She no longer tried to soothe him with words of a comforting reassurance that she would keep this a secret. No. That ship had long sailed. Now her focus was to simply come away from this in one piece, and his actions were proving to her that the very task she wanted to accomplish was quickly becoming nothing more than a fading hope. She could see the remains of her shorts as they lay in a crumpled mess on the table. It only made her tears worse. His voice, of course, did nothing short of making her feel as though she were breaking inside. He was someone else when he spoke. The tone, the words, and the very things he was telling her were nothing like James. Still she nodded her head as if he were truly asking for a response from her. She turned her head to gaze at him, to try and plead with him one more time with her eyes, her words, her
emotions, something, but she was meet with another painful, powerful blow. Her face burned, her heart broken, and her body filled with fear. Her instinct was to fight, to run, do anything but lay there. In her current position, she had no choice. If she yelled, even for help, he would surly punish her in some way. Not that it mattered. There was no one around to help her. She felt him shift on the table, and looked up to see him towering over her. An intimadating sight to say the least, she simply starred at him for fear of incuring his wrath once more.

His pocket knife made short work of her bra as the blade was sharp. She couldn't help but yelp as he cut it free from her body. Her breast, her nipple puddy in his hands. His skillfull fingers worked her nipple sending pain through her body. "OWWWWW. No. Please don't James." She couldn't stop herself. She wiggled as she lay on the table. Her feet constantly moving as it looked like she was trying to scoot her body up towards the end of the table. Relieved when he let go of her and stood
up, she quickly began to feel even more dread as she heard, and saw, the zipper on his pants go down. His pants fell pooling around him, and soon his cock was exposed for her to see. She closed her eyes tightly. "No. I don't want to see that. James you're my brother. Please. You can still stop this. Oh God please James." In her mind, she knew this was a lost cause. She was speaking between her sobs and pulling on the belt that held her wrists bound. When he dropped to the table, she knew what he was doing. "NO," she screamed. "Oh God James NO! Please! I'm begging you!" She didn't care if he hit her again. She wasn't going to allow this to happen without a fight of some sort. She tried to kick him off the table bringing her feet and legs up as much as she could. "No! James! I'm your sister!"
 
James smiled as he slid lower on her body. She didn't want to see it. Well, then she'd love feeling it. He'd make sure of that. He grabbed her panties, adn just pulled them up, tearing them off of her. He tossed them up to land on her neck, and just left them there. Not much she could actually do to get them off of her either. He shifted his leg, dropping his knee between her legs, and then the other, forcing her legs apart, getting between them. He looked up at her as she was protesting, declaring over and again that she was his sister. He shuffled back, and he slid a finger into his mouth, getting it soaked in his spittle to make it moist. He rubbed it along her sex, breathing deeply as he did.
"You know what you are? You're a fucking damned hot chick tied to a table." He said in a voice that seemed eerily calm now. He pushed his finger into her, pushing as deep as he could, his thumb rubbing along her clit, trying nothing less than to get her lubed up a little, ready to take him in.

He slid out of her after a little work, and got his figer ready again, before going back to lubing her up.
"Don't worry Callie. I'll be gentle." He told her, moving his hips up, and taking his cock in hand. He spat on his palm, and rubbed it on the head of his cock, before moving closer to her. Gods, he was almost giddy with excitement. It was finally happening. What he'd wanted for so long, he'd dreamed of this. Well, not this exactly, but something with the same end result. He rubbed the head of his cock against her, and looked up at her, marvelling in the way she was streched out, the smooth expanse of skin, the way her breasts looked, and the patch of cloth on her neck that was her panties. He started to push, working to fit himself in. He'd make it any moment now...
 
"What are you doing," she screamed as she felt him tearing her panties from her most private place. She flinched when they landed at her neck. Her face turning a deep shade of red. Oh my....he's at my...."James you sick fuck. You want to see my....You sick fuck!" He forced her legs apart, and all she could do was whisper," No. NO. No. No." If she had doubts before, which she didn't, they should not even be in her mind at this point. Her brother wanted to fuck her, and she was disgusted by the
very thought. Why would he want me like that? You're not suppose to want to fuck your family. She jumped started at the touch of his finger along her private place. "JAMES! Stop it! Now!" She jerked her legs trying in a pityful attempt to move him, make him stop, or something. She tried to draw her knees in despite his unwelcomed presence there. "Get off the damn table and move! I'll kick your ass when I get free. A joke is a joke, but this? You need help if you think this if funny." It wasn't so much the tone of his voice that made her stop in her tracks. It was what he said that reached her more instilling more alarm in her. He had already told her she was hot, but for him to say it again, in this situation, along with the other words that he used is what struck her to the core. "James I'm your sister. You can't fuck me. It's not right. It's against the law. Please. Think about....this. All of it." Her voice was now calm as she tried to reason with him. "AAAAHHHHH!" She froze her legs and hips as she felt the intrusion of his finger. "JAMES! NO! i'M A VRIGIN! yOU CAN'T! PLEASE!" She broke into fresh sobs. As his finger worked her clit, she couldn't remain still. Her hips moving almost out of her control it seemd.

She whimpered as he remvoed his finger, and on some level in her mind, she thought maybe she had gotten to him. She was horrified and cried out once more as she felt his finger yet again. Her body reacted against her will. There wasn't anything she could do about it really. With a man's finger inside, and his thumb working your clit, there
is going to be a reaction. Juices began to flow. Her walls became moist. Even her soft lips glistened slightly as she prepared for what her body knew was coming even if she did not want it. She shook her head whispering over and over through her tears, "No. No. No. No," at his words. She knew it wasn't going to stop him. She knew nothing was going to stop him. It too was more of a reaction she couldn't stop at this point. A loud protest, or maybe a reception, maybe both, to his cock pressing into her unyielding sex. "NO JAMES! I'M A VIRGIN! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE IT THIS WAY!" One last pursuit to try and make him see the insanity fo what he was doing. The truth.
 
It had all worked, it was all in place, James could feel the juices at the head of his cock. Oh, she was protesting to be sure, but those words were falling on largely deaf ears. The word 'virgin' did manage to penetrate him mind, and he nodded at Callie.
"I know. Callie. i know you are. It's why I'm going to be gentle with you." He told her. With his breathing getting ragged from anticipation, he gave a grunt, and managed ot push his hips forward. The head of his cock spread her around itself, and slipped into her. He gasped at the tight, wet feeling that he had from the incident, and closed his eyes, smiling. It was going to happen. He couldn't stop himself now even if he'd wanted to, which he most certainly didn't. Pushing himself a little farther, he felt the resistance, felt the proof that she was a virgin, and looked her in the eye, eyes the same vivid green as his own, and pushed past it.

A slow inch at a time, James slid his cock into her. Every time he made it in a decent way, he would pause a moment to catch his breath, and it gave her a chance to adjust to his girth a little. After he was halfway in, he started to massage her clit in hte downtime, spurring her on, until he felt his hips in contact with hers. He was in. He was finally inside of Callie, the way he'd wanted to for so very long. He leaned forward, putting himself overtop of her, and looking her in the ey again, from only inches away. He rolled his hips, pulling them back enough to slide partway out of her, and then back into her again. He groaned at the sensation of it, loving the feel of Callie.
"You are just as good as I'd hoped." He drawled.
 
She froze when she saw him nodding.A small, bright ray of hope tried to shine through the dark clouds in her mind that maybe he was coming to his senses. The he spoke. His words were ominous. She didn't look down. She didn't have to. His tip pressed towards her sex and slide inside her. Her sex spreading, and even though he was only begining to violate her, she already could feel the pressure, the filling sensations of him. Her lips, her walls, gave in to him, excepting him as they warpped tightly around him. Her screams became frantic and not even cohernt words. Her legs, unable to move because he had her spread so. She pulled her wrists with such force trying to break either the bones or the belt. At that moment, she didn't care which. Her face now soaked with her own tears. The immense pressure of him against her virginity brought her to a hault. Her eyes locked with his, pleading, filled with fear. His only showed the primal lust driving him. Then there was pain. An unbelievable pain. Not just from her tender skin being ripped through, but from the simple fact it was her brother doing it. The betrayal she felt. The loss she had suffered. Nothing could ever right either of those for her, with her. Her body fell limp. She no longer pulled on her wrists. Her screams now silenced. Her tears continued to flow, but her cries were silent. Her lips did not move, and her body simply existed. All she heard were the grunts coming from him as he pushed ever deeper inside her.

Her body was feeling every inch, every vein, ever twitch of his body and cock as he took her. Every time he moved forward, she was certain her body could not take any more of him, and he was going to split her in half. His fingers massaged her clit, and much to her dismay, her body reacted. Her hips only moved slightly, but she grew wetter for him. She could feel the pleasure rising in her. She hated it and did not want to give in to it. Her eyes only moved when she saw him hovering over her. She could feel his body moving, claiming her, and that sound that came from somewhere deep inside him, but it was his words that touched her the most on some sick, nauseous, plane. 'you are just as good as I'd hoped.' She tasted bile in her mouth as she wanted to throw up. She simply turned her tear stained face away from him.
 
James wasn't focused on her screams, they didn't penetrate into his awareness. He was only aware of the noise that was in the room, and that his cock was buried inside of Callie. And that it was real. Real. After all these years, it was actually happening. He kept his hips in motion, the slow, gradual work on her, fucking her almost tenderly right now, trying to hang on to some kind of restraint, some kind of humanity. He saw as she turned her face from him, breaking the eye contact, and felt a surge of displeasure. No, this wasn't right. She had to be looking at him, he had to see her! He took just a moment, leaning his face down, and took one of her nipples into his mouth as he thrust into her, a little harder, sending small tremors up her body. His tongue made a cirlce around the nipple, and he put more pressure on it, before nipping at it with his teeth faintly. Moving to the other breast, he repeat himself, his thrusts were slow on the withdrawl, prolonging the sensation of the exit, before he pushed into her wquickly, loving the way her body rippled under him when he did it.

One of his hands moved up, and gripped her jaw, turning her head forcibly to face him. He leaned down, and kissed her neck, before he pushed his lips to hers, taking another kiss from her, this time having no doubt that she would be able to know it was coming. And she did. As he deepened the kiss, she bit him, causing his head to jerk back, and he tasted blood in his mouth. There was still a little bit of fire in her then, or some defiance at least. He nodded to her, as though acknowledging that she had made a fine play, before he leaned up ,pulling his body away from her slightly, putting a slight gap between them. And he let go some of his restraint. His thrusts came faster now, fucking her hard enough that she shook much more thoroughly with every move, and he loved the view. Temptation overtook him, and he pressed themselves together, fiding their bodies molded to one another very well. Further proof to his mind that not only was he in the right...they had been made for each other.
 
Was he stark raving mad? The question soon pushed to the back of her mind as she felt his mouth covering her nipple. She gasped at his sick actions as if this were some type of sensual love making act occuring on the pool table. She wanted to scream, vomit, throw him from her body, but she could only open her mouth in horror and disbelief as her closed tightly. Her body following through with it's own basic construct. The nerves in her nipples accepting his touch and pleasure as surges of electrocity ran through her. She wanted to deny it. She tried to stop it, but her body worked towards it's own goal lead by him. His more thrusts gripping her, ripping her with more force as he plunged himself inside her. Her body rocked back and forth was the jerking motion sent her reeling only to come back to meet him once more. Over and over, he pumped himself into her. Her sex sore, hurting, and pain waves anew with each stroke of his cock inside her.

Her eyes opened startled as she found herself looking back into his. Her stomach churned. Rage and anger boiling inside her was only contained by the restraints he had put in place. His mouth was on hers, kissing, trying to be something he would never be. Romantic. Loving. Caring. He could not confine her emotions, and with his mouth on her own, she didn't have to hold back. She sunk her teeth deep into whatever flesh she felt. As he drew back, she wanted to smile but held back. Inside she knew this was her own little victory in this most horrid situation. It was the only one she had really. His nod to her left her uneasy and rightfully so. She was pummeled with a barrage of slams from his body and his cock. Deeper, faster, harder, and certainly more painful. She cried out in pain as he pushed forward nearly nudging her upwards on the table. She just wanted th is entire act over. Her body continued to surrender to him as he fucked her with more vigor. Her clit swollen until her body convulsed hard against him. She lifted her head from the pool table as her face contorted in agony as her orgasm ravaged her body. Her juices covering his cock, coating him, and allowing him to slide in easier. She instantly broke into new sobs and shook her head. Ashamed by the fact that she couldn't stop her body and her orgasm despite the fact she never could have.
 
James was strarting to grunt as he worked on her. The way she was so tightly wrapped around him, the way she felt under him like this, there was no way he was going to last very long, and he knew that. What was more, there was a certain extra thrill in the act like this, taking from her, asserting his own will on her, adn that there was nothing she could do about it. It was an old instinct, a feeling that was almost entirely gone in the world at large, the human race having moved on from the time when that was a normal thing. All but a few who seemed to have simply been born in the wrong time. And James was cerrtainly thinking that he might fall into that category now. And then something he had not expected happened, feeling Callie contracting around his cock, feeling her jerk into him. Seeing her reach her orgasm was enough to push him over the edge. There was a fleeting moment, a fluttering of denial of the last thing he could do, and felt maybe he should not. As he felt himself swelling within her, he goraned as he managed to pull himself out of her and lay his cock on her body. His seed shot up, landing on her breasts, he stomach, and then finally on her waist. He smiled.
"You're the best Callie." He breathed, kissing her neck, and then getting off of the table.

Pants first, getting them on to put himself away. Callie was crying, and why not, though he felt confident that he could bring her around. Besides, while she was freaking out, he had a lot of work to do. He kicked the pool cue loose so she could get herself out in good time. And then left her on the table, a pleased smile on his face.

He went from downstairs to the basement, and to his father's worktable. Something of a handyman, there were all of the tools he'd need to finish things up. While he was down thre, he unplugged the router, and dropped it out of sight, where Callie would have to move a full chest freezer to get to it. Not a likely turn of events. From there he went tot eh breaker box, and calmly killed the power to the phones in hte house. No snse in letting her call out to get him arrested. He needed time to bring her around. Which led to his last task. Simple lock hinges and padlocks, along with the screws he'd need to make them work. He went back upstairs, and to the four doors that led outside. The hinges went on, and the locks right after them. Callie was going to be trapped in here with him. And their parents wouldn't be back for at least another week and a half. If he wasn't able to bring her around by then, he never would. And...he'd play it by ear from there.
 
Her body drifting back down from it's heightened release abruptly collided with his warm seed as she felt him spraying her with the vile substance. She was grateful he at least spared her the added insult of having it deposited inside her. She would never tell him that, but as she wasn't on any method of birth control, she sill counted that as a small favor from him. Perhaps that last one he would ever show her. His words didn't phase her in the slightest. She didn't care what he thought of her or felt for her. His lips only further revolted her as he had the audacity to kiss her neck. She felt him slide from the table, and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least for now, he wasn't fucking her, and he wouldn't be able to at that exact moment either. His cock spent, her virginity lost, he shouldn't have the urge to take her again.

Her body shook as she cried her quiet tears. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her. Not looking to see what he was doing, as she did not care, she starred at the wall. The room seemed so different now. A place she held fond memories of was now tainted to her. The same could be said for the game of pool. She never wanted to see another pool table for the rest of her life. When the pool cue was moved, she instantly brought her arms down as her hands rested on her stomach. Curling into a fetal position, she buried her face to the table and wept. His footsteps became more faint as he left the room. Where he was going she didn't know. All she did know was she had to move.

She gathered herself quickly not bothering to touch her discarded clothing. Rushing into her bedroom, she grabbed short and a tee shirt. By the bedroom door, she had dropped her purse. Grabbing that she darted across the hall to the bathroom where she locked the door. Her mind racing, she had no idea who to call. She had to call someone though. Her hands were shaking, and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. A quick glance up before she looked back down to her cell phone. Slowly she raised her head once more to the woman in the mirror. She looked so different. She looked tired. Her heart broken, as well as her hope and faith, had taken a toll on her. Her eyes were red and swollen. A red mark still present on both sides of her face where he slapped her. She ran a hand softly up to one of them. Her eyes closed tightly in the disbelief that he had done such a thing. Bits and pieces of the scene that had just unfolded played out in her mind. She shook her head as she opened her eyes. No. I have to call someone. I have to tell them that my brother....my brother raped me. The realization hitting so hard she sank to the floor dropping her phone. She felt his seed sticky against her body. Looking down at it, she gagged before she scrambled to the shower turning on the water as hot as she could stand. Her head under the water, she simply stood there letting the water wash away his stench, his foul act, but it could not wash away the harrowing memory.
 
James sighed, adn nodded, pleased with his work, before he heard something vibrate on the counter. He picked up his cell hone, adn...his cell phone. COld terror ripped into him as he heard Callie moving around over him. He hadn't taken her cell! It might alreacy be too late. Then he heard the sound of the shower running, likely trying to scrub away what had happened. It was doubtful she'd have called for help, and then opted for a shower. He had to act. And quickly. He root through the tools he'd brought upstairs, and found what he needed to do the job. He padded up the stairs, moving quietly. The screwdriver he had brought was very narrow, and he slipped it into the small hole in hte center of the doorknob. Feeling the lock plate, he pushed, and tthen carefully turned the knob. With a cold smile, he slipped inot the bathroom.

He had the impulse to drop his pants, and assault her again, right here in the shower. BUt she'd only just lost her virginity, and he knew she'd need some time to get herself back to being ready for more. He was willing to give her a day or so. Probably. He saw her phone on the counter, adn quietly picked it up, glad of the billowing steam in the room to keep him out of sight. He popped the back of the phone off, and removed the battery, and then the SIM card. Without the card, the phone was useless, so he put the battery back in, and let it turn on. He set the now crippled phone back where he'd found it, adn slipped out of the room, the door still locked. The only proof of his coming and going was the quiet damage he'd done. He took the SIM card, and his phone, adn went down into the basement, finding a good secure place to store them, and locking them away. Callie wasn't getting word out. She was his. She just hadn't realized it yet.
 
The water began to run cold waking her from her reverie. She shut it off and stepped out letting the air touch her body. It felt cold. Everything seemed cold to her. She grabbed two towels wrapping her hair in one and her body in the other. Wiping the mirror with her hand so she could see her reflection, she stood there with her thoughts somewhat more in order. My phone! She looked down to the counter picking it up checking the door with a quick glance to make sure it was still shut. Wanting to make double sure, she went over and grabbed the doorknob and pulled. It was still locked. Good. Her phone was on. Who to call? Mom. She pressed number 5 on her phone as that was her mother's cell. Nothing. What could be wrong, he mind questioned. She decided to try and figure it out later. Right now, she wanted clothing on. Drying her body off, she slipped into the clean clothing. Even though she knew they were not from the room down the hall, she still felt dirty in them. Soiled. Releasing her hair from the towel, she brushed it out. Taking a long look at herself in the mirror, again, she was amazed at the change she saw. He had violated her. Stole her trust along with so much more. She would never forgive him. Ever. She turned to the toliet throwing up at the very thought, the memory of the events that had unfolded. Splashing water to her face to calm down, to cool off, and get the disgusting taste from her mouth she caught her own refleciton once more and came to a decision. It was time to leave this bathroom.

She opened the door and looked to see if she saw him. Without him in sight, she slipped into her bedroom quietly and turned on her computer. No internet signal. Reaching for the phone on the desk, a sense of panic settled in. The line was dead. He was shutting her in. Nothing in. Nothing out. He must have done something to my cell phone, she thought. I have to get out. She silently moved down the stairs to the kitchen door. It was the closest, and it lead outside. The doorknob turned, but it wouldn't open. Her eyes looked staright ahead and she inhaled sharply at the sight of the lock. He truly was locking her in. She was a statue. She hadn't tried all the other doors, but if he had done one door this way, logically he would do them all. There was no way out. What am I gonna do, she thought. I'm trapped. With him.
 
James was back in the basement, securing the tools. Last thing he needed was her getting htem and just taking the hinges off! It would be somehting that he would have tried if he were sealed in a place like this. But now that wasn't happening. He looked throgh some of the other little pieces of hardware that his father had collected over the years, and smiled as he found a few interesting looking things. Round metal rings, with a sharp screw piece on it. Made for holding hooks, or ropes. And that made him smile more. If he needed to keep Callie under control, maybe he could lock her up in the basement. He busied himself, insertingh te rings into the ceiling of the living room that was down here. He did find some finely woven soft rope, not surprised that his father had some silk rope on hand. He'd always liked the feel of it better. James rigged up some decent length cuffs, hanging them from the ceiling, and nodding. It was about the right height for Callie to have her arms over her head, and standing on the ball of her feet. Not comfortable, but putting her down here was going to be punishment. So it wasn't supposed to be comfortable.

He heard the faint sound of something moving on the ground floor, the very faint creak that only really got heard in the basement. Callie was on the move. Likely finding that she wasn't going anywhere, especially not as quickly as she might want. He bound up the stairs, taking htem two at a time, and emerging not far from the kitchen. He saw her there, looking at the padlock and hinge. He spoke calmly, as though nothing at all was out of sorts.
"They're all locked like that. Can't have you running off on me, now can i?" He said as he started walking again. To go anywhere in the house realy, he'd have to pass her, but it did look for all the world like he was advancing on her.
 
She kept her eyes forward on the lock even as he spoke. She didn't want to look at his face, at him. "I wasn't running off. I need some air." She showed no emotion at all. "Please James. Unlock the door." A million thoughts ran through her head of what she could do, what she wanted to do. She could hear him moving towards her. Fear struck deep within her again. "Please James. Just unlock the door so I can get some fresh air. I don't want to go swimming. I don't want to take a drive. I just want to go outside, sit on the swing, and get some fresh air. Please."

She was hoping her request wasn't unreasonable, but the fact that he kept coming closer made her all the more nervous. She knew to try and keep her emotions, her actions in check. She did not want to incur any type of wrath from him. She had already seen, and felt, what he was capable of. Her face still bore the proof of that. She made a bold, brash decision. She turned her head to face him. "What do you want from me James? Do you want to talk about this? Do you want to talk about anything at all? I'll listen." Truth was if he was talking, he wasn't raping her. Maybe this could be a way to talk him down from this cruel place that he had found. Her hand was still on the doorknob, and with great reservation, she let it go putting her hands at her sides. She wonder, and worried, was she dressed to provocative for him? She had been wearing similar clothing when he raped her. The word kept repeating in her mind. Raped. He had raped her. "You raped me James." The words were spoken before the thought was even a memory. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and yet she still looked right at him.
 
James was getting fairly close to her when she just flat out stated what had happened. He just stared at her a moment, before he nodded. No point in denying it, or trying to dress it up as anything except what it was. And besides, people should only deny things they were ashamed of. And james found that he felt nothing but a sense of elation when he contemplated what he'd done to Callie. Seeing her dressed almost the same, he had the impulse to grab her, bend her over the kitchen table, adn take her hard and wildly. He realized that he was starting to shift his weight, almost leaning forwards as though he was going to do exactly that. He let himself rock back onto his heels.
"Yes. I did do that Callie. And that's why you're not going outside. I don't trust you not to run for the neighbours, scream in hopes they might hear you. This is for both of our protection." He said to her, his voice going a little more deadpan. "If you behave, and do like I tell you...it'll go easier for you in the long run." He nodded as he spoke. It was good to get these things set up in advance. "But as bad as you think what happened up there was...It could be worse Callie, trust me."

He stepped past her, standing beside her, but before he moved away, he pat her shoulder once, and spoke quietly.
"I love you Callie." His voice was faint, but enough to make sure that she heard him, and then he was walking again, moving past her to the living rom. Callie was certainyl always going to be a temptation for him, something he had a hard time getting out of his mind. But for now, he wanted her to recover. No sense if fucking her now, when all it would do was ruin her more and more to the experience. He hadn't been too rough with her before, so it should be more than a day or so before she was ready for more. And then...then he'd make sure she knew how he really felt about her.
 
She cringed at his words. He was admitting to it as if it were nothing. To him, it seemed like the entire ordeal was as common as reading the newspaper. Our protection? Who is he trying to convince? Himself or me? At the mention of behaving and things going smoother for her, she nearly burst into fresh tears. That told her he had more plans for her. This would probably happen again. She couldn't fathom it. This one time had rocked her down to her core, and he would probably do it again? To top all of it off, he ws threatening her too. That one thing made her tremble. It could be worse, she thought. The words played over and over in her mind.

When he touched her, she flinched away from him. "I hate you," she whispered knowing he heard her, and she did. She truly did. He had changed her life forever in a way she could never regain it back. Her trust, her love for him, was all shattered. She didn't want to pick up the pieces. She wanted to lash out. She wanted to get away from him as fast and as far as she could. Her keys were upstairs in her purse along with her phone that wouldn't work now. She hadn't planned well enough to steal one of the cars. The doors were all locked now. All she could do after he passed was stare out the bay window by the dinning room table. She moved to stand before making a fist as she did so. She was angry, and rightfully so. She wanted out, and again, rightfully so. "I'm going to get it too," she mummbled. In one quick movement, she turned, grabbing one of the oak chairs, and she threw it through the bay window. Glass collapsed and suddenly there was a rush of air. She stepped through it, and she tasted the freedom she so longed for. There was only one place she could go to from here, and she made a mad dash for it. Growing up her parents had a massive playhouse constructed for them. It was almost as nice as the main house. The lurxries provided there was better than some homes. She threw open the door to it and prompltly closed it back locking it. She backed into a corner, drawing her knees to her chest. Trying to curl up into a ball and disappear, she simply wanted to hide, to feel safe, to not be around him. Perhaps this last place could offer her some comfort that she richly deserved and was desperate for.
 
James was about to turn on the TV, when he heard teh almighty crash of the window breaking. Okay, he had to admit that he hadn't realy expected Callie to get quite that...direct. And if he was honest with himself, strong enough to make it happen! She was bounding throught he broken glass, and he lurched to go after her. She was light on her feet, and she bolted for the mock house that they had spent a lot of time in. He sghed. No phones or internet out there, so it wasn't an attempt to get word to the outside world. He shook his head. Well, he'd figured that she might try and hide somewhere, adn that seemed like a decent place for it. He unlocked the back door, and stepped out. Work to do. Work always helped keep him calm. And he knew that he should be calm. The urge to strom the house, kick the door open, punish her fiercely for what she'd done was rising quickly, so he grabbed a broom, and started sweeping the glass off of the deck.

This did help keep him together. He knew that there was a sheet of plywood or two in the shed out here, adn he should use that to board up the broken window. Then he'd have other things to do. He was extremely pleased that he had shut the house alarm off, else she'd have just found a way to summon the police. And then all hell was going to be breaking loose. He dumped the glass in the trash, adn then made good on setting the plywood in place, and nailing it down. It wasn't pretty, but it would do in a pinch. Then he looked at the spot that Callie had run through. There had been a lot of glass. He hoped she hadn't cut her foot.

James went inside, and busied himself. A sandwich, a first aid kit and a note. He walked to the play-house, adn then to teh kitchen window. It had never locked, so he pushed it open. He set teh items on the inside of the window, and knocked sharply, just letting her know that there was something there, the same way they always had when they were younger, and passing things back and forth like this. He moved back into the main house, adn went upstairs. There was a room that he could sit in, giving him a good command of the back yard, and making sure that Callie wasn't going to be sneaking off to the neighbours. But if she wanted some privacy, he could give her that much. He sighed. She had said she hated him. And he could... understand that. But she'd come around. She had to. He'd help her come around. One day at a time.

The note had been simple.
No food over there. Thought you might need some soon. I hope you didn't hurt yourself on the glass. Kit is here in case you did.
 
She had heard the knock, and it startled her. Jerking her head towards the sounds, she then scrambled along the floor to the window. Carefully she peered over the edge to see what was there. Food, a white box, and a piece of paper. Her hand darted up with lightening speed retreieving the note. She manipulated her body back into the corner just as fast as she had snatched the note up before she read the note. Her emotions flooding her, she balled the note up groaning. No way in hell was she going to accept any help or anything from him. She crawled over to the window grabbing everything and throwing it from the window grunting out as she did so. Her sounds of displeasure echoed through the back yard. First the sandwhich. The first aid kit followed spilling out it's contents, and lastly the note flew through the air. The window closed with a loud thud to signify not only had she seen it, but she was making her own stand against him.

Her foot was bleeding, but she would manage to tend this herself. A shard of glass protruded from it, and she knew it would hurt like hell to remove it. She was also aware it was going to bleed. Still, it had to come out. She bite her bottom lip, grasped the glass, and closed her eyes. A quick movement, and blood spurted from her foot. She screamed out before dropping the glass to the floor. There was running water in the playhouse. Over by the same window, she put her foot in the sink and began to wash her foot. It stung, and it only made her hate him even more. She was in this spot because of him. Something in his mind had snapped, and sadly she was the victim. Victim. She hated that word. She never wanted to be the victim of anything. She tore a strip from her own shirt and bandaged her foot. There. I can take care of myself, she thought. I don't need anything from him. I don't want anything from him. I won't take anything from him. I hate him. Our relationship is lost, and as soon as I can, I will get as far away from him as possible. He has to sleep sometime. I've always been able to stay up later than him. I'm younger than him. All I have to do is wait him out. He'll fall asleep. He was swimming today. His body will be tired. Plus I know how sex can drain a man. That's it. I'll wait him out, and under the cover of darkness, I'll get away from here. Far away from here. I can go back to the dorms. I can talk to my....dorms! School! My teachers will notice when I'm not there. Good. Someone will miss me.

A smile came over her face as yet another thought crept into her mind. Even if he is still awake tonight, I can give him something to distract him. It will get attention. A lot of attention. Plus it will get rid of a place that holds a lot of good memmories for us. This playhouse. Yes. That would work. It would work nicely. Take comfort now James. Rest. Enjoy your victory. That is, while you still can. She gazed out the crack in the window at the house. Soon James. Soon. You will pay for what you have done to me. You under estimated me. After tonight, you never will again. I'll make sure of that. You taught me well. You taught me how to not give a fuck.
 
James spared a glance as she sent the things flying out of the window. He shook his head. Her pride and spite was getting the better of her, and that was making he make choices that weren't going to help her. He let out a sigh. The way she was acting, it was clear she wasn't just going to stick her head in the sand, and hide away. Callie wasn't one to take thing lying down. He tapped his chin. He had to think like her right now, try and anticipate what she might think of. She was going to need to try and get a lot of attention, and in a short period of time. Running wasn't going to work. Not a physical beast, she wouldn't outrun him, not even with teh head start she'd have from his having to leave the house. Especially if she had hurt her foot. He ruled that out. What was left? Not phones, that was secured. So what was left? Nothing short of extreme action, and she'd shown that she was willing to take those actions, judging from the chair out the window. There was always... no, she would be that desperate. Or would she? James had to admit that she was backed into a corner farther than he'd ever seen her, so he had to acknowledge the possibility. He stood, and head for the basement. He had to check what was on hand.

It was about a half an hour once he'd compiled everything inone easily accessable place. He made coffee, strong stuff, and poured a measure of a little brew that friends of his had made up for long nights at the college. Callie might have had the edge on him in staying awake normally, but he was well fed, caffinated, while she was goign to be getting hungry, and lacked anything besides water in the play house. It was starting to get dark out, so he made a show of moving from room to room, turning hte lights out, but didn't head to bed. If she was going to make a move, it was going to be soon. Else he might have to make one of his own.
 
Callie sat there watching the house through the crack in the window. She knew James was smart enough to be watching her. He would be waiting, anticpating even. He had waited this long to rape her. That proved to her that he had patience. Although she also knew that he was very well aware of the amount of trouble he would get into if she managed to get to help. Knowing all that, she knew he would do anything to keep his dirty little secret. So he was going to be on high alert.
She stirred when she noticed the lights going out one by one. He was up to something. This way she would have no idea what room he was in. Not that the lights being on was asign he was in that room to begin with. He was playing mind games with her. Good. She liked those. She stood a chance at those. She began to time how long it took him to move from one room to next by counting. When she noticed it was down to two lights, she rose to her feet watching. When the next light would go out, she had an idea of how much time she would have until he was in the next room turning that light off. As soon as the light went out, she darted from the playhouse running towards her father's shed. Taking her elbow, she took out the glass at the door with no regard for her own safety. It was something she could not afford at this time. She reached in and unlocked the door heading in. Her goal wasn't to keep James from getting inside with her. So the busted door meant nothing to her. She found the plastic, red container that he kept his gasoline in and grabbed it. Daddy always kept a lighter by his grill as well. Grabbing that on her way back to the door, she moved as fast as she could. She knew for sure he would see her heading out now back to the playhouse, and she was certain he would know what she had in her hands. So her time was limited. She began pouring the gasoline on the playhouse, grunting with each swing of the container as the smell took over in the air. It was one of promise. So many promises in fact. The flames would attract attention. The fire department would be called. They would come. She would have a way out. She would have to keep James off her until they showed up though. He would of course want her quiet and put away. He would lie to them about what had happened. He started the fire because he wanted the playhouse torn down. She would have to think of something fast. This was not something she accounted for, but it was too late. She had made her move, and he had to have seen it. An idea began to work it's way through her mind. Perhaps it would work. It would have to. She had no choice at this point. The gasoline empty on the playhouse, she stood there with the flame in her hand lit. She waited. "Come on James," she whispered. "Let's dance."
 
And there it was. The move he'd been waiting for. It was tot he shed, the main source of fuel out there. One of the reasons he had wanted her in the house was that there were a lot fewer places she could go to cause trouble. He foot was bound, which meant she had hurt herself. That was a shame, but it didn't slow him down as he went downstairs. He let her work with the gas, knowing that it was taking the safe haven away from her, since the smell of the gas alone was going to make the place uninhabitable for a while. Days at least, if not permanently. They'd have to pull a lot up to make it usable again. But as she grabbed the lighter, adn moved to make things happen, he was already slinking out the back door, tool in hand. As she sparked it to life, and turned back to the house. The range was good, and there was no wind tonight. He pointed the extinguisher at her, and fired. The wash of powder came out and sloughed onto the lighter, coating it in a thick layer of very un flammable dry chemical. Cutting her off cold from any access to fire. And the lighter would never have heated up enough to ignite even gas from just that. he stood with the extinguisher, and just stared at her. She'd been getting desperate, he got that, but if he let thing continue like this she was only going to get worse, and he knew it. He had to draw a hard line from here, do more to try and break her down. With that thought, he blasted her directly witht he dry chemical.

Not pleasant, but hardly fatal. He charged in the wake of the blast, knowing it would leave her sputtering, and bent low, his shoulder hitting her waist, and standing, carrying her up on to his shoulder, adn wrapping an arm around her to keep her there.
"I didn't want it to come down to this Callie. But you're not leaving me a lot of choices." He said with a tinge of sadness on his voice. He turned, and started carrying her back into the house.
 
She never saw him coming. She never heard a thing. She was only aware of him when the surge from the extinguisher covered the lighter. It was a shock. He had stopped her from alerting anyone around with her plan of a fire. She had no back up lighter, and there was no way she could outrun to try and find another one in the shed. Her idea had failed, and now he stood before her angry and armed. Before she could speak or react, she felt the rush from the extinguisher hitting her directly. Astounded she nearly fell down backwards. As it was she only stumbled back a couple of steps. He had only blasted her with the chemicals. Was he insane? Well of course he was, she thought. Wiping her eyes, she thought her shock was over. She should have known better.

She felt him at her waist, and suddenly she was weightless. "James," she cried out. "Put me down. I need to wash this crap out of my eyes and mouth." She was spitting, but not at him. Her lips still coated, and as she talked she took some of it into her mouth. Her heart full of dread as she realized he was carrying her back to the house. Of course his words did nothing to soothe her as well. What was he going to do now? She had no idea. "James, you can't keep me like this forever. Someone will come or call from the school. The neighbors will come. Mom and dad will come home. What are your plans? Keep me locked up forever? You have to let me go sooner or later, and when youd do, I'll...." She decided to not finish that statement. He knew what she would do. He had to. He was crazy, but he wasn't stupid. Someone would find her sooner or later, and if nothing else, their parents would return. He couldn't keep everybody away for good. "James, if you put me down, maybe we can work something out. Something where I don't tell. Something where we both get what we want. Just put me down and talk to me."
 
James was actually listening as she spoke. And...well, it wasn't entirely a bad idea to try to talk with her about this. He sighed, knowing that this was something of a risk, but what the hell? He knew he could knock her back on her heels quickly if she tried anything. He changed course, adn set her down in the kitchen. The sink was there, with a spout that pulled away to give it room to move. He nooded to her.
"Okay. We'll talk. I'm not going to promise anythihng. But you can clean up. Try not to swallow much of that shit, it can give you some bad stomach pains. So clean up. And then we'll talk." He nodded as he spoke, and leaned on the counter. he wasn't going away. She was going to be doing this with him standing right here. No more chances.

Once she'd gotten the chemical powder off of her face, adn rincsed her mouth thoroughly, he nodded. Here they were. He was being...well, maybe not entirely reasonable, but at least something that resembled reasonable. And that was something. He was giving this a chance, despite his better judgement screaming that she should be punished! Not indulged! But there was time enough for that if this went south.
"So. I imagine you have a proposal in ming to start this off. Why don't you start?" He offered, seeming calm.
 
Shocked of course, but glad for the chance to talk to him about t his, she turned to the sink and turned on the water. She didn't care that he was watching her, staying in the same room with her, as if she was the one that could not be trusted. She pushed her face under the running water just glad to be washing away the crap he had sprayed her with. She spit over and over again as the water rushed down her face. She thought about grabbing a knife from her mother's carving block, which she could literally see from where she was, but she knew she was no match for him. Besides, she had to try and build some form of trust with this beast if she ever going to get anywhere. So that meant playing nice and by his rules no matter how fucked up she thought they were. At least he was willing to talk. That was a plus. He wasn't pushing himself, and his will, on her anymore. That was a sign of progress. Perhaps the demons that drove him to do this unspeakable act to her had subsided. Perhaps the worst was over. Now if she could just convince him that they could move forward from this, then maybe she could at least get him to take the locks off. She reached to the drawer pulling out one of her mother's cloths drying her face with it. Okay. Now it's time.

She turned around still rubbing her face dry. When she lowered the cloth and looked him, she didn't see James. She didn't who the hell this guy was, but it wasn't James. James was long gone, and th is animal stood where he should have been. "I actually do not have a proposal, but I think maybe we can reach one if we're willing to work together. The facts are you....you know you....raped me. You also do not wish to get into any trouble for that. Alright," she said squeezing the cloth and looking back down. "I can understand that. I may not agree with it, but I can understand that. I do not want to be locked up in this house. Even if it is my house, I do not want to be locked up inside it. James I have school and my projects that need my attention. I've already poured so much work into them. It's not fair to me that I don't get to see the fruits of all my hard work. I have peole depending on me, and they're going to think I just abandoned them when nothing could be further from the truth. These projects are winning awards for me James. I'm making a name for myself. Can't you see that? This is important to me. If you love me like you say you do, then you'll understand that I don't want to be here, and I simply can't stay locked away like this. I have plan in motion, and I have to be there. People will be expecting me to be there. Not to mention school James. These projects are helping with that as well. Plus my teachers will notice me not being there. What will mom and dad say when they report missing a lot of days? What will mom and dad say when they get home and fine me locked up like this? You have to let me go. It's for your protection as much as mine." She loved using his own words against him like that, but it was true. Everything she had said was true. If he was caught keeping her there, then it would be out of her hands to stop anyone from doing anything to him.
 
She was right. It was less of a proposal, and more of a case of her laying out how much of an uphill struggle he was in for. Some of it was actually fairly easy. School could be put off. While their parents were away, the school had been informed that he was essentially the guardian. He could call her in sick for a little while, but she was right in some respects. He couldn't keep her hidden away for long. Any more than this weekend, and maybe two to three days after that, and things would start to get suspicious and dangerous. That left him with four to five days to try and make this work. Not a lot of time, but it was all he had. He would have to make the best of it.

"I never planned to keep you locked up forever. Just until things were...safe. Then you could come and go as you pleased. I'm not looking to be your...owner or something like that." He sighed. "So here's the ground rules. FOr now. They can get relaxed and lifted as time goes on, if things go good between us. Until then, it's not a negotiation. You stop destroying the house and things in it. Had about enough of that. If you do it again...it's going to be really bad." He shook his head as he spoke. "You don't try and go outside without me with you, or at least asking me. And you do not attempt to contact people that bring all of this down on my head. If you do...I cannot emphasize enough how bad that will be. We clear on things?"
 
"Until things were safe?" The words came out of her mouth with a clear disgusted tone. "You've got me locked in this house James. There are no phones or internet. Nothing about this is safe." She turned her back to him frustrated and wanting to say and do so much more, but she knew it was not a good idea. Never poke a stick at a caged animal, and James was certainly a caged animal right now. "I'm glad you're not looking to own me, because frankly James you never will. As soon as I can, I'm getting away from you. Far away from you, and you will never see me again. I don't care what your rules are. I'll play your little game, but make no mistake. I hate you. I never want to see you again. You have taken something from me that I can never get back, and I will never, ever forgive you. Now, if it pleases your highness, I'm going to my room, where I will lock the door and push as much crap as I can in front of the door. Even then I probably won't be able to sleep because I do not trust you at all. I do not feel safe in this house with you. If this house were to burn to the ground tonight my only hope would be that you would stay inside it." Her words were cold and filled with venom. She shook her head as she rushed past him quickly with fear he might try to touch her. His threats, much like the rest of his actions for that day, had already made her skin crawl and filled her with even more fear.

Upstairs she didn't feel any better. It was lonely. The air itself seemed cold an uninviting. She had noticed the door to the game room still open. Something drew here there. She didn't know why. Coming to rest in front of it, her body shaking as the pool table was the only thing she saw. The cue still in the floor. His belt still on the table. Her mind flooded with the memory. She shook her head before quickly closing the door. She never wanted to set foot in that room again. It was all too much for her. Retreating to her room, as it seemed to be the only place she would feel safe in, she slammed the door. It wasn't on purpose as it was more of a reaction to what she just saw and felt. Part of her wanted to go take another shower and try to scrub him and the painful past off her skin and out of her mind. He had already proven he could get into the bathroom with ease though. No. She would stay here. She slowly pushed her wardrobe over towards her door. The legs made a terrible screeching sound on the floor as she did so. Out of breath, exhausted, she didn't even get on her bed. Grabbing a pillow and the blanket, she slumped down in the corner furthest from the door. Covered and down for the night, her eyes peered over her pillow at the door. Please. Just stay out there. If I can make it until he has to let me go, I'll be okay.
 
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