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Rachel [Katon & Zenia]

Watching in silence as Rachel began to pleasure him. Viktor breaths deeply and arches his back looking to the ceiling. The first touch she gives so invigorating so exciting. It had been so long since he had had the touch of anyone, even longer since any sexual contact. His eyes widened as Rachel’s mouth encompassed the top of his shaft. Her warm breath made him more aroused the touch of her soft warm lips coupled with her tongue gave a huge sensation, one of which he had not felt is so many years. Looking back down on her as she continued he felt that he should be perspiring, that he should want to swallow his salver deeply as a feeling of suspense rose in his throat. He could not swallow or sweat. Vampires can’t produce liquids, they can only take in blood which sustains them until they next hunt. Not being able to sweat or spit he wonders if he will produce semen.

He shifts his body slightly sitting in silence moving him self slightly to encourage Rachel to wok more of him insider her self. She is still new to all of this, obvious by her tentativeness to push more of Viktor into her mouth. He sits back and continues to accept what she is doing for him. His hand moves to her head, not to push or to pull away but to stroke, to encourage her she is on the right path. And that through submission she will find him a more tolerable visitor. Tightening his remaining hand to clasp the sheets of her bed he pulls lightly, channelling his aggression to push her more, trying to turn his aggression so that he does not break his promise and take her on the very floor she is kneeling on.
 
Rachel felt disgusted at herself, she hated doing this and hated his touch, she wanted this to end, that this turn out to be a nightmare, but she knew it would not, she could tell this was all to real by the same touch she despied. Knowing what he wanted she put more of him inside her more than a little reluctantly. "please just leave soon..." she thought to herself but knew that would not be the case, not yet anyway.
 
Watching her head bob up and down over his penis Viktor’s mind begins to wonder. The years spent doing nothing but existing and feeding with the occasional change in routine had darkened the depths of his mind. It was not Rachel’s fault he was a vampire, she probably wasn’t even born when he became one, not that he cared to work out the age difference. As she continued his mind wondered. Twisted thoughts brought on by his inner daemons, the realisation that this woman now could easily become his property. All the cards were in his favour, nothing would stop him and if she didn’t comply then she would become a nice little meal for him. There were plenty of women around the world, this could be his new thing, something to pass the drab years away until he finds a cure form him self.

The muffled sounds of discomfort broke Viktor’s twisted thoughts before they could blossom further. Rachel had been on her knees for some time, she had been pleasuring him just as long. Her knees and jaw must have been aching by now, still, no complaints, no stopping just disciplined service to her new master. Taking pity on her Viktor decided to let her stop, she had done what she had been told and it was now his end of the bargain he must uphold.

He lifts him self up to stand before her, exiting her mouth as he stands. Towering over Rachel he puts him self away and looks down over her. Her lips are red and plump, her forehead moist from the sweat and lack of air. Her hair sticking to her brow as she looks up at him with anxious and worried eyes. Viktor doesn’t want her to stop, he would sooner have her continue with out question. But some mercy needs to be shown, he needs to be sure she is truly broken to his will.

“You have done well, I am pleased with you. I’ll up hold my end of the bargain, I wont kill you tonight.” A grim smile falls down on Rachel as she looks up at him and his choice of words. “Tonight you get to sleep in your nice bed in the knowledge that you live your life for another day. We have an agreement now though, don’t we?”

Continuing to stair down at her for a moment he then lashes out his hand and grabs a hand full of her hair and pulls her up to her feet releasing her hair as she comes up to his level and tacking the back of her neck with his icy hand. Running his free hand from her waist to her breast he enjoys his position of power once more. Resting his hand on her breast and rubbing slightly he pulls her ear close so she won’t miss a word. As he whispers into her ear.

“I promised you would live tonight if you did as I asked, im a man of my word. There is a formality of our now ongoing relationship, you have two choices. I will let you go and you will drop to you knees and bow before me, pledging your self to me as my property. Or im going to let you go and you attempt to show some defiance and I’ll leave, though I will return and the consequences are then yours to take.”

Pushing her away lightly to give Rachel some distance she now stands before him. His evil eyes glaring into her, reaching into her soul and thinking of the twisted things he will do to her.

“Your choice, no pressure your decision…….. Rachel.” Using her name in a mocking and snide way Viktor stands before her, arms folded across his chest and a grim look of content across his face.
 
Rachel winced in pain as he yanked her up by her long black hair. She listened to him as he spoke relieved that she wouldn't die tonight, but the threat still lingered at his words she hated the way he sad her name like it was sour, and rotten, like the most disgusting word ever. She felt completely disgusted and ashamed at herself, but the two biggest fears she had were fear and anger. Fear because of what he was and what he can do to her, his voice was serious and he had talked about killing like it was a casual event he did every day, which who knows for him it probably was.

She felt anger because he had first stolen her hand bag, then when she let him in he attacked her, asked her personal questions and threatened to rape her, and also to kill her; and forced her to give him a blow job.

She clenched her fists tightly and stood her grounds, "I will find away to get out of this... somehow someway I will..." she swore to herself, swearing it on her families spirits.
 
Defiance was her choice, the one that Viktor had secretly been yearning for. She would soon come to wish she had embraced him, he saw him self as the one who had been lenient this night. To throw it back in his face was sealing her hate.

With a deep breath and a small stretch Viktor loosened him self up, he was a little tense after having to retrain him self for so long while the woman did his bidding. Still a little self control had kept him alive this long, varied feeding regimes and the constant testing of how long he could resist the thirst had made him a rather different vampire than the ones prostrated by history.

Stood in front of him he fists clenched he grimed as he walked closer to her. She soon dropped her tough act as he closed the small distance between them and embraced her in his arm. With a small hung he pulled he tight to him, taking her smell in and allowing him the privilege of sliding his hands down her back and stroking her bum as he whispered into her ear once more.

“Such a fine creature, curves in all the right places and a resilient little mind. Im looking forward to our next little meeting, I think we will have it here again, see if we can have the same amount of fun next time.” Pulling away he passes her an evil smile and turns to exit the bed room. Stopping before turning the door knob he lowers his head and voice and speaks to the door as to hide his face from her. “The police won’t help you, they will just lock you up assuming you are crazy. I’ll look after you through. Make sure you wear something nice next time I drop in.”

He exits through her bed room door and collects his pendant from the side and then proceeds to exit the apartment, slamming the door behind him to let her know she is once again alone.
 
Rachel stiffened as he hugged her and started stroking her back and touching her bum, his whisper brought goosebumps to her skin, she bit the tip of her tongue and tightened her throat, locking a the whimpers and screams that were begging to be set free. She saw him leave her room and followed him with her eyes making sure he really left. Hearing the door slam she started shaking with fear and relief that he was gone, she hadn't been that afraid since her family had died, but that was a different kind of fear, the fear of being alone, this fear was one of terror one of fearing for her very life.

She went to her bathroom shakily and turned on the hot water taking off her undergarments and stepped in, letting the scalding water hit her bare skin and trickle off her as she washed her body, trying to forget what had just happened with no success. She thought about what he said about the police and sighed, "he is right, I would be locked up in an asylum, though right now that doesn't sound to bad...." she thought to herself as she rinsed off the shampoo and soap from her hair and body. She turned off the water and wrapped a pink towel around her.

She put on her pajamas and a pair of clean panties and bra these were just a simple white with a few decorative details, walking to the futon she started to write what happened in her journal, it made her feel better to write about terrible events as well as happy ones in her journal, it was like her own form of therapy. She had done it when her family died and had continued to do it ever since.

When she was done she let out a yawn, "Crud, I have school tomorrow...." she muttered to herself, she really didn't feel like going there after what had happened but she had too, she had a test tomorrow an essay to turn in and the high light of her day: Art class. She pulled the covers over her and in a little more than thirty minutes she was asleep. The memory of her families death assaulting her dreams.
 
As Viktor left the building he stepped onto the street. It was later than he through, there was no sign of anyone on the street. Just the street lights lamination the pavement on both sides of the road. A lonely walk gave Viktor time to think, he wasn’t sure if what he was doing was right. The same questioning hit him before he stole the handbag, stemming from that now created this predicament. Predicament or not the whole situation favoured him and it was the only time he had ever felt like a person, sadly this person he had turned into was a sadistic and malicious man.

Needing some time to collect this through he wonders to a bar. He can neither taste nor be affected by alcohol, but it amused him to watch the living squander their money and health away and then at the end of the night stubble home to their beds. The time with Rachel had made him feel more human and he fancied trying to talk to some one, just to see if he could actually be a nice person or was he going to turn into an abusive monster.

Walking the street past his apartment building he walks a more scenic route through the back alleys and side streets of the city, if you can call these places scenic. Approaching the cities night life quarter Viktor stops dead in the alley way. It’s not the sign of the homeless man sleeping nor the drunken student reliving him self a little in the distance. It’s the small poorly maintained neon sign hung up above his head. It’s deep red light shinning down on the floor and casting a shadow onto a door. A crude plaque on the wall reads ‘The Cavern’. Rather than walking further into town Viktor picks this as a good a place as any to spend a few hours. Upon entering this bar is come as some surprise to Viktor this is not the kind of establishment he had thought. Behind the door lies a single fairly sized room. Wall and rows of merchandise surround him. It’s not a shop of clothing or groceries, but a sex shop. All manner of interesting and frightening things line the walls and shelf’s. A young woman and man are chatting behind the counter, upon seeing Viktor the woman comes over to ask if he requires any help.

As she walks towards him he holds back a snarl, the woman is dressed provocatively, she matches Viktors height thanks to a pair of high heels, he legs are bare leading up to a small leather looking skirt that hugs her mid drift, from there she wears nothing until her breasts where she wears a top of the same material barely able to contain her self. He hair is black and tied up, he make up matches her dress sense, dark and seductive.

Passing off his desires to rip he cloths off and rape her their as shyness Viktor manages some level of conversation with the woman and after some time makes a purchase he is quite pleased with.
 
Rachel woke up the next day to the sound of her annoying alarm, she groaned and turned over getting up and letting out a yawn. She stumbled to the bathroom and took a shower humming softly to herself. She then got dressed in a pair of loose blue jeans and a t-shirt, plus her old tattered jacket, she planned to buy a new one right after school. She went through her morning routine like nothing happened

She grabbed her book bag and closed the door behind her locking it, she walked to school and already could hear the whispers of people talking about her behind her back, she knew what they were talking about, it was those damn rumors about her. She ignored them for the rest of the day, going through school like a dream.

She continued on her sculpture in art class pleased with it and then left school and went to the store were she but an inexpensive yet warm jacker.

[[I will be back in 4 to 4 and half hours maybe even five hours I have work.]]
 
After Viktor’s discovery he immediately went home. He had lost all tack of time and didn’t want to be caught outside of his apartment in the day. It would spell the end of him should he be exposed to sun light long periods of time, a few minutes he could stand the pain but any more and he knew he would perish. He had come close a few times before, even testing him self, scaring his skin as the sun reacted with it. Only when night fall came one more and a fresh feed would regenerate the wounds.

On returning to his apartment he skulked into his chair and pondered the evening’s proceedings, watching through the closed curtains as the sun rose over the passing hours pushing away all the darkness and retiring him to his cell once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked across at the door and the bag that contained his new purchase. He had spent some time in the store with the two clerks becoming quite friendly and learning a few things about his new obsession. He wasn’t the monster he through he was. Times had changed and the modern world accepted the acts of torture for sexual use as acceptable. That was as much as he under stood anyway so he was relived that he was in his eyes socially acceptable.

Rachel had changed him last night, before he had never spoken to a human. Locking him self away in a self styles exile. The only contact was his feeding up and till now, within an evening he had spoken to 3 different people. A social revolution for Viktor, marking his vampirism wasn’t the curse he thought merely now a disability.

As the day wore on and the pleasant thoughts of him being a step closer to social humanity were interrupted by the feeling that occurred all to often. His need to feed was again coming upon him. Over the years he had researched and found that it was the Plasma in human blood that sustained him, mainly water based, it also contained sugars, salts, hormones and protein. The sugars and salts kept him going while protein gave him his regenerative properties and the hormones his strength and newly discovered sex drive. He had read countless journals but science wasn’t bothered about the creation about artificial Plasma as it contains no platelets, the one thing humans need to survive. So no benefit to modern science and the reason he still had to hunt.

Waiting anxiously Viktor sits and waits for night fall, knowing he will need to hunt before he can take advantage of Rachel.
 
Rachel went to the library, she had no work today, she wanted to research what ever she could on vampires, the librarian looked at her strangely as she walked by him with a stack of books in her hands. She sat down and started to read.

She snorted at some of the things in there, finding them to be to ridiculous to believe, others she thought were plausible, the sun one made some sense.

She heard voices in the background and frowned, they were two girls from her school and they were talking about her. "oh my god the little sick orphan is here? God I thought she would be crying like she did when she was in elementary school. Who cares if her family died or whatever that was like a decade a go grow up." On of the girls said, the other girl laughed, "I heard she claims they were killed, she is such and attention whore." they both laughed and continued their gossip. Rachel stood up and left heading back to her house in the sun set.
 
Dusk was now approaching and Viktor sat silent in his chair waiting for darkness to once again take the city. The day had been longer and more testing than he had through, he wanted time to speed to, for the day to turn to night as quickly as the hours past. Reading books did not calm his animal instincts. He yearned to be free, Rachel was all he had on his mind, she was even being replaced by the need for food. Though not yet some mindless sex craved zombie Viktor began to plan where he would strike hunting for food.

There was a part of town that after dark took a little more of a relaxed approached to the law, anything you needed you could get from this part of town, it was associated with low lives and scum. And until that pervious evening Viktor believed he belonged with those people. No any more though, he had something to keep him occupied, more entertaining that watching the dregs of society knock the crap out of each other over drugs, money and women.

About 7 in the evening, later than the previous nights proceeding but he needed to make sure it was dark, and give Rachel some time to ponder her faint after her defiance towards him. Leaving the apartment once more he supported his usual black attire, fashioning the same jeans boots and shirt combo as the night before but this time topping it all off with a short husky black jacket, giving him self the appearance for a larger more formidable size. He walked the streets to the rather part of town, he left his new purchase at home, easily collected on the way back to Rachel’s, got to eat first though.

Turning into the rather less desirable part of town the sorry excuses for women were already out on the street, there were more classy women to be found in the brothels and whore houses but taking life there would easily be discovered. Finding him self a rather fresh looking creature he proceeds to batter the price and the goods he will receive, not caring of price really, a full refund was always available once they stopped breathing.

Being led away down the street to the industrial section of town where it was more quiet the whore continual teases and attempts to seduce Viktor. A normal man wouldn’t be able to resist just wanting a cheap go and leave paying up as he left. Viktor was paying more though, telling the woman he wanted to do it in a specific place. As a woman of her nature normally would she just agreed, pay is pay and everyone need cash no days. Walking with her he feels no attraction no arousal as she pushes her self against him, annoyed at the lack of fun this woman provides he orders her to stop and they step into a ally way.

Pushing her against the wall a grim lines across the woman’s face, followed by a slap to the face as she crashes to the ground. Still no arousal and Viktor becomes angry, losing his temper for no reason he physically assaults the woman, kicking and beating her in the ally way, he tears and cries of help herd by no one as he bites into her neck and drains the blood from her body. Dropping her beaten carcase to the floor Viktor uses is newly gained strength and sets off at full speed back to the apartment.
 
Rachel reached her apartment and picked up some flowers she had kept in a vase for this day, she changed her clothes into something a little nicer, she also put her hair into bao braids but all black and went outside, people stared at her but she didn't care she needed to do something. She had her hand bag with her as usual, but this time she put some incense sticks and matches in there.

She walked for a long time it seemed to her, though then again it always seemed long, finally she stopped by a graveyard, she split the flowers into four even groups and placed them on one gravestone each, she did the same with the incense sticks and lit them.

Rachel prayed for a while when she heard footsteps behind her, she turned around and smiled it was the father of this church, "Rachel, I didn't expect to see you until later." he told her smiling. Rachel nodded to the kind old man, "I decided to come here earlier... I just need to gain some courage for tomorrow." she told him, he nodded not asking any questions.
 
Hastily arriving back at his apartment Viktor opens the door and moves into his apartment. Any mortal would have been out of breath and have collapsed but not Viktor, he was always strongest after feeding and he knew he would want that strength tonight. Grabbing a backpack from the side he takes his new purchase out from it’s bag. The girl in the store had convinced him that shackles were a good way for partners to engage in the darker side of sex, unbeknown to the girl that these shackles were to be used to engage his ultimate dark side.

Holding them up he examines them, leather at the wrists stainless steel buckles to bind the leather around the slave’s wrists. Linked chain work between the two cuffs, long enough to allow some freedom, short enough to deny full f freedom. Viktor had splashed out on the most expensive and durable pair, even a quick tug with his strength didn’t break the chain links, Rachel would stand no chance. Griming darkly to him self he placed the shackles into his back pack. Standing up he quickly stretches. Adjusting him self slightly he feel that just by handling the shackles he is slightly aroused, the whore had done nothing for him yet just the image of what would happen to Rachel delighted him.

Leaving the apartment once more he walked to where Rachel lived, he had memorised the route through out the day wanting no slip ups or confusion of her location. Viktor walked calmly down the street, relaxed in the knowledge that he would soon be happy with him self. The metallic taste of the whore’s blood still lingered on his breath, blood wasn’t sweet, nearly every vampire book state it was sweet and vampires loved the taste. Viktor hated it, only engaging in feeding for survival. He had not had a healthy meal in ages, the whore had a cocktail of past drugs and alcohol in her system, all of which tainted and made the blood even more distasteful. Rachel’s blood was different, it tasted healthy and least but one taste and he wanted more. She was everything he wanted now. As he turned the corner he was one step closer.
 
Rachel stood up, and wiped away her tears, the father patted her gently on the back, they had known each other since she was nine, right after her parents died she was sent to live here. "Have you found anything about their deaths about who killed them Father Peter?" she whispered to him through her tears, father Peter sighed and shook his head, "I have not, I have asked around and listened to peoples confessions, and no informations, I shall keep searching though." he told her.

Rachel nodded, "I keep looking in the newspaper, but nothing... the damn police wrote it away as some family suicide...." she muttered. Peter sighed, "we must push onward through our lives Rachel, God did this for a reason, the reason maybe unclear, but in time you shall understand." he told her giving her a light hug. Rachel snorted, "I don't believe in god.... I am agnostic, and even being raised in the church didn't change that..." she told him. Peter smiled, "I know my child, you always were the stubborn one. Now then, it is getting late would you humor an old priest and allow him to walk you home?" he asked her a smile on his face. Rachel smiled, "Fine you can, but just to the entrance of the buliding my room is a mess." she told him. They then began the walk home, chatting about old times.
 
Arriving at the apartment the front door wasn’t locked, some places in this city locked the front door, others left it open and allowed the apartment doors to be the security, not that it mattered to Viktor more of a convenience.

Travelling up the stairs the anxiety was immense, he could think nothing more than how he would enter and immediately grab her and let his dark thoughts lead him on his adventure.

Knocking on the door and no answer came, knocking once more and still silence. Speaking through the door Viktor tries to see if he can stir anyone from behind the door. “Rachel, it’s me. Open up.”

A door opened behind him as a middle ages woman stood across the hall from him. “She’s out, not sure where she’s gone. Was her day at College today so she’s probably gone out with friends, why don’t you text her?” The door closing as the woman left Viktor to stand in the hall. Viktor didn’t have a mobile. Having no friends yielded no need for one.

Trying the door one more time is was definitely locked. He could easily break the door down but would cause some commotion and leave him know way of keeping his prisoner inside.

Leaving back down the stairs and out of the building he remembers the previous night the window that led onto the back ally, it was hopefully a fire escape and a little back door in for him.

Finding the ally way he walks down it some what, standard set up of trash cans and litter spewed across the place. Counting the windows he stops Rachel’s floor and a set of drawn curtains that resemble the ones he closed last night. Easily climbing his way up the fire escape he reaches the window. A small catch hold the windows locked in place.

Using his strength he snaps a bar from the railings and uses it as a level to prise the window open, breaking the small catch as he does. Climbing inside he is welcomed by the smell of Rachel, her room is cold through, she is not in the apartment so that was some truth to the woman’s story. Walking into the front room Viktor stops a nice place to sit dragging the chair to face the door he sits down and waits for his toy.
 
Rachel thanked the father for walking her to her apartment and then walked inside. She was stopped by her neighbor, "your friend was here just a bit ago. I told him that you were out." She told Rachel. Rachel frowned, she had only a few friends and they didn't know where she lived. "umm okay thanks..." she replied to the woman confused. She unlocked her door and took off her heels as she turned on the lights.
 
The look on her face was priceless as she stepped in and turned the lights on. her shoes dropped from her hands as the sight of a griming Viktor sat before her, relaxing in her chair.

“Not quite the outfit I had in mind, though perhaps the real treat is underneath? Come inside your causing a draft.”

Sitting back in her chair Viktor watches Rachel, his devious mind once again beings to churn out the evil and sadistic thoughts. His only real dilemma now is which one will he exact on the poor girl. Biding his time he see if she will close the door or foolishly attempt to run away, either way Viktor will have his prey.
 
Rachel saw the man in the chair when she turned on her lights and dropped her shoes in horror. "...why did he have to come tonight, or any night..." she thought to herself trembling a bit in fear, she glared at him as he spoke, she did not close the door. Rachel did the one thing she was told to do in this situation by her parents and that was to flee. She turned around and ran trying to get away from him.
 
Her hand gripped the door frame, it was obvious what the mortal intended to do. With no hesitation she used the frame to propel her self around and flee to safety.

No such luck though as Viktor darted from the chair, launching it backwards across the room a few feet to grab Rachel from behind. Gripping his hand over her mouth to stop any screams he uses his other arm to hook around her waist, adding a little pressure to inform her he is as every and always stronger than her.

Back peddling into the apartment Viktor shuts the door quietly and removes his arm from her waist to lock the door and sealing Rachel within the apartment. “Your not learning are you? Really then a drop to you knees and crawl to me would have been appropriate. Or a quick dress down and getting your guest some milk and cookies? Terrible hostess skills really.”

Viktor then proceeds to carry her to her room, the same room last nights activities took place. Striking her across the back of the head he pushes her to the floor at the same time and exits the bed room to collect his back pack. Upon re-entering he shuts the door behind him and walks past Rachel to check the window once more and that the curtains are drawn.

Standing over her he wants to know about her day and what she has been doing. “Have a nice day of learning, I bet you didn’t learn much. To busy thinking about you new man, I bet you were yearning for tonight. To have me once more all to your self?” a mocking smile across his face as he taunts his victim.
 
Rachel hit the floor with thud, scraping the palm of her hand as she tried to break her fall. She turned and glared at him when he asked her about what she had done today, "that is none of your business!" she hissed at him. She didn't want to tell him about her visiting her parents or about Father Peter.
 
Dropping his bag down as he entered the room a distinctive clink echoed from the bag, Viktor carried on walking over to Rachel. She had not fully recovered from the fall so Viktor capitalised on the fallen woman. Placing his foot on he back and she tried to get up he applied pressure. It amused him how she tried to use her arms and legs to push against the weight and strength of his leg.

“You chose this, you wanted me back now you have me, and now you also deal with the consequences of your stubbornness.” With his final words the muscles in her arms and legs tire and his foot pushed her directly to the floor, a thud echoes and silence for a moment as Viktor assesses if anyone herd. “Be a good girl Rachel and learn your place, especially around me.”

With his foot still lodged in her back Viktor bends down and grabs the back of Rachel’s hair. Pulling it towards him as to jar her head up applying discomfort across her chest and even to her head and he holds her in the position. “Whine for me Rachel, let me know you hate the way I handle you.”

Releasing her hair Viktor grabs the back of her neck and pulls her up, twisting and pushing her to face the wall as he does. She is nothing more than a rag doll to him at the moment, exerting all his physical power over her arouses Viktor within moments, a content smile across his face as he moves her towards the wall.

Pressing her against the wall she has to turn her head to one side, he moves his hand from her neck to her back, pushing her body into the wall. He breasts are now pushed up tight and he is bringing to hurt her back and he pushed her harder. Taking his free hand he grabs her wrist and rises the hand he is pinning he with and manages to grab both her wrists and pin the behind her back. Only requiring one hand to hold her in place he uses the other to humiliate her.

Pushing her more she can do nothing but move her legs, using his foot he spreads he legs apart and uses his free hand to wonder between her legs, as his skin touches her she shivers, he is always ice cold. Rubbing between her legs more he wonders his hand further.

“Drop to your knees and I leave his part alone…… for now.” As his hand continues to work it’s way around her sex.
 
Rachel grunted in pain as he stepped on her back her cheek against the floor, she felt him grab her hair yanking it up she closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip to keep from screaming. She hissed at him, "I didn't want you back. I wanted you out of my life..." she felt him pull her up and spun her around pushing her against the wall, she let out a small gasp as the wind was knocked out of her. She felt him feel up her dress, and shivered goosebumps forming on her leg. She heard his words and closed her eyes dropping to her knees.
 
Continuing to touches her Rachel give in instantly and drops to her knees facing the wall. Shocking Viktor as he expected some fight some level or resistance, had he truly broken the woman’s spirit.

Goosebumps could be seen on the back of her neck and her arms where his spiteful chill had tainted her skin. Her head was bowed as he kneeled facing the wall waiting for Viktor’s next move. He was here tonight to push his luck but also to exact some revenge. Her defiance the night before had angered him and even though she looked to have given in to his dominance the bitterness skill resided in Viktor. He had planned to spend the night humiliating the young woman and that was what he was going to do.

“Kneeling so quickly have you perhaps now learnt you place against mine woman?” Not even allowing Rachel time to speak or react he grabs her neck and squeezes and pushed her head down to her knees, not allowing her to put up any resistance.
 
Rachel felt his hand squeeze her neck, she tried to resist but couldn't. She wanted to protest but she couldn't speak her airways were being crushed by his grip. She wanted to shake her head, but with her head pressed to her knees she could not. Memories of her family flashed in her head and a few tears ran down her cheeks, "why tonight...I am sorry dad, mom, sissy, brother... I just wanted to spend tonight in mourning.... I didn't want this!" she thought to herself biting her lip, and unknowingly made it bleed a tiny bit, it was an old habit she had had when she was little and never got over it.
 
Viktor’s grip loosened as he stood straight once more as he looked down upon Rachel, hunched over and grovelling on the floor. Silently she kneeled waiting for Viktor’s next move. She was being far more receptive than he had anticipated, yet none of the fun was lost through her willingness. She had already protested that she didn’t want him here, she had come to the door with someone else, he had herd more than one person from outside. She could easily of had a secret boyfriend she had already admitted she was alone in the world. But humans lie on a regular basis. No matter though who every this person was they were a threat, someone that could spoil the fun that Viktor was only just beginning to have with Rachel. Emotion was stronger within her tonight, it hung to her voice and pushed through with a little more conviction than previous snaps at defiance.

Leaving her huddled on the f floor Viktor picks up a chair from in front of her dresser and places it in front of the door, picking up his back and he does and sitting down. Backpack next to him within easy reach. Rachel would have no escape now, a foolish leap from the window would be her only means of escape. If she managed to get through the window she would probably fall to her death, Viktor was confidant that he had the speed to be bale to stop her before she got to that point. She was now a prisoner in her won room, at the mercy of Viktor.

“You’re behaving nicely this evening, and im a fair person. I said kneel and you did, so my end of the bargain will be upheld. Tonight once more I won’t take you, of course that causes another problem. Im bored, entertain me Rachel!”

The devious cogs of Viktor’s mind springing into motion as he pauses and decides how the poor woman will entertain him.

“You have an impressive body Rachel, I think it only fair you share it with everyone else. Stand before me and strip! I will tell you when to stop, I’ll be telling you everything you should be doing from now on. You seem to like doing as your told.”
 
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