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What Lurks In The Night [Rekoj & Lunar]

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[LunarDysis]

Supernova
Joined
Jan 25, 2009
"Fine!" Was the last word that escaped her lips as the door slammed shut behind her, causing the windows to rattle as her feet stomped down the porch and down the driveway. Leaving her boyfriends house or more so her ex-boyfriends house, having just had a huge fight with him. She was tired, pissed off and she wanted to get home and what wasn't helping was that it was now starting to rain and she groaned. Her make-up smeared down her face from her tears and now from the rain, her mascara and eyeliner trailing down her cheeks in a single line as her hands tried to wipe them off.

Addison was her name, a young woman of her early twenties. Tall, beautiful with a full head of dark brown hair and green forest eyes. She was able to get along with quite easily but there were times where you didn't even want to be around her, even if you were ten feet away. Wearing a long black long sleeved shirt a pair of blue jean pants and white sneakers. Her shirt began to get soaked, clinging to her body as her hair hung in soaked strands along her face. Her arms crossed over her stoamch as the cold got to her and she wiped her eyes. The street lamps lighting her way home as it was now around eleven at night and for some reason she decided to walk to his house.

Quite the stupid idea as she lived a few blocks from his house, sure exercise was great. But walking wasn't fun when in the middle of the night and in pouring ran. It was hard to see anything around her and she sighed softly. Though she knew she was almost home as she had a block left and she knew the street before her.
 
His name wasn't Nova, but it was the only one that fit. His long black hair was matted down over his eyes, leaving anyone wondering how he could see. But he could, and his cold blue eyes were eyeing a new prize. He was tired of fighting, tired of his usual little games, he wanted something new. His black jeans were getting soaked to the core, and his black tank top began to hang upon his wiry toned form. It was not enough protection from the rain, but this man seemingly didn't mind the rain, or the cold that came along with it.

His new prize was alone, and was she ever a prize. She was beautiful, tall, and was good enough to catch his eye. He walked beside the sidewalk, upon the yards, hopping fences, peeking through the hedges every once in a while to eye the young woman. He kept his eyes upon her, stalking her, an unsettling smile starting to come over his lips. He had an odd smile, one that would make an old lady shiver in fear, but would make children laugh. He followed, wondering if she was good enough to be his target, wondering if she deserved his attention.

He peeked through the hedge to get one more look at her form, her shirt clinging to herself now, and he decided she was worth it. He pushed his way through the hedge, standing in front of her, he quickly said, with his arms up in the air, "It's awfully dangerous for a beautiful woman like yourself to be walking alone like this, you never know what kind of people there are out there..." and with that, he faked a quick movement with his hand towards her face. When she flinched, he sent a surprising and intended to be disabling kick between her legs.
 
There it was, her house and she sighed softly. Get inside, get changed get comfy on the couch and fall asleep to a movie. That sounded wonderful though she gasped as she was stopped short as a man stood in front of her, practically running into him and she swallowed. Hearing the voice and the words that left them made her step back, "I.. I know." She said before she gasped and she did indeed flinch as his hand came by her face and she slowly opened her eyes again to look up to him though they opened and quite wide. Sure, she didn't have anything between her legs but getting kicked them still hurt.


"A-ah.." She gasped, her hands moving and grasping onto his soaked shirt as she fell to her knees. Her hands rested on her thighs just against her womanhood and she swallowed, giving a light cry out as pain shot up through her body and she whimpered. "What the hell is your problem?" she asked as her eyes closed tightly, her teeth gritting and she forced herself to stand up, her legs quivering and shaking as her eyes narrowed, glaring towards this man.
 
"Ooh man, that looked like it hurt..." he said, before he wound up and hit her on her right temple with a good hard hit. He didn't want to knock her out, but he wanted to leave her wondering what was happening. After the hard blow to the head, he simply stooped down and picked her up over his shoulder. He didn't have far to carry her, but he carried her like she was a feather, whistling casually as he carried her. He continued his way around the corner, and past some more privacy hedges, towards a beaten down shack.

It was a long-ago condemned home, one that Nova called home. From the outside, it seemed like your usual empty home, but inside, he had made it his disturbing home. He opened the door with the hand that wasn't around her back, and stepped down a flight of stairs into a sub-ground basement. In it, was a surprisingly nice basement, with a full kitchen, living room, (with obviously scavenged furniture and no TV), except there seemed to be one oddity. The only other room in the basement had a big metal door, with a lock... to the outside. He casually carried her into it, to reveal... nothing. The room was dark, and Nova set the young woman down on an uncomfortable chair that he only knew it's location because of memory. The door swung closed behind him, taking away the only light in the room. The sounds of clicking could be heard as when the woman regained more of her senses, she'd find herself handcuffed to the chair. He reached into his pocket, still whistling casually, before lighting up a match, revealing his face to her, and revealing hers to him. He had a smile on his face as he simply questioned, "Hi, my name is Nova, what's yours?"
 
She looked up to him, though she cried out as she felt his fist colliding with her head, knocking her to the ground. She gasped as her figners touched her head and she groaned as she felt herself being lifted up. She wasn't knocked out, but she was dizzy and confused on what was happening. Her stomach pressing into his shoulder as she felt his every step along the sidwalk. Her arms dangling down behind him as she had grown weak. Though she swallowed as her hands weakly grasped onto his shirt and she grunted as everything went dark. Sat upon a chair, her head tilted back and soon her hands felt cold steel around her wrists and she moved as she found herself stuck to the chair.

The sudden flame of light appeared and she saw the mans face in front of her, slightly blurry until it cleared up to wehre all she could see what his face and everything around him was dark. "I... uh. A-Addison." She whispered, her voice croaked a bit and she squirmed a bit and the looked up to him, "What the hell do you want?" She asked suddenly, a growl in her throat and her eyes narrowed as her hands grew into fists.
 
"You looked kinda pissed off, is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, holding the match for as long as he could before lighting up another one. He kept smiling as he looked at her, awaiting her response. But before she could respond, he looked at her tight-clinging shirt, and commented, "You know, it's not good to spend a lot of time in wet clothing, you could catch cold, would you like a towel?" The entire moment must have been entirely surreal for her, the person who had just kicked her in the crotch, punched her in the head, was now offering his assistance.
 
"Yeah... you can.." She was cut off by his comment and her brow cocked up and she peered around the dark room and she swallowed. "Uh.. S-sure..?" She asked, stammering a bit at his question. Was he doing this to do something or was he seriously.. this.. messed up? First he attacks her, slapping, kicking her in the crotch, punching her in the head and then asking if she needed a towel because she was wet from the rain. Her heart pounded and her brow stayed cocked up and she watched him curiously.
 
He let the match go out, and began to shuffle around the room, grabbing items and the door creaked open again. He exited with a full-load in both of his hands, only to return a moment later, a towel in his hands. This time, when he entered he flicked on a light, to reveal a bare white room with empty halls, except for a few shelves and hooks, which had previously been holding objects. His form was revealed to her now, and he quickly dropped beside her and began to dab away at the water on her forehead. He remained close as he questioned, "So what can I do for you?"
 
The light turned on and she groaned, her eyes squinting and she moved though she gasped, jumping a bit as he knelt down beside her and felt the towel on her forehead. "Uh.. um maybe take the handcuffs off?" She asked and moved her hands as the steel dug into her wrists and she looked over to him. She wasn't sure what was wrong with this man, but if he stayed where he was being nice maybe she could get out of here and she put on a fake smile.
 
Nova grinned and chuckled, and asked, looking into her eyes, his hair still matted down covering his left, "Well, what would be the fun in that?" he continued to dab and dry her off. Soon though, his dabbing of her wet skin was going down from her forehead. He was dabbing dry her neck, and down towards her chest. He was going to start drying off her chest when he frowned and looked at her shirt. He took his finger and thumb and gently lifted the shirt off of her skin at her shoulder, feeling the wet heavy fabric. He looked at her and commented, "Hmm... I think this is getting in the way of me drying you off.." With that he stepped behind her, leaned down and only loosened her cuffs a bit. This allowed him to step behind her and the chair, and he started to pull her shirt up from her chest, trying to pull it straight up and off of her body, without letting her arms come up, wrenching at the fabric, almost trying to tear it.
 
Addison squirmed a bit as she felt the cloth against her neck and soon down upon her chest, "Excuse me." She said, growling a lbit as he grabbed her shirt and pulled at it. She thrust her body, trying to get his hands off of her shirt. "You can dry me off, but I didn't say take my clothes off." She tried to turn her head and she gasped as the air pierced her stomach the water cold on her body and she leaned back, trying to keep him from pulling it over her head though she grunted as it soon was and her bra covered breasts and stomach was exposed to him and the room.
 
Nova ignored the grin, and he let her shake and fight against the binds, not even raising an eyebrow to it. It was expected, she was going to struggle, he didn't care. After he got her shirt off of her, he took the towel and dried her off, starting with her arms, but soon enough he was starting to dry off the wet skin above her bra, upon her collarbone and her chest. He looked at her, and commented, "You know, you're lucky I'm such a nice guy Addison... helping you out like this and all." He didn't dry off her breasts, just above them, around her collarbone and such. He bit his lips and asked, "Now my question to you is... are you ready for a little fun?"
 
Hearing that question she froze and looked to him, fun? Her heart pounded and her eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't dare." She said, almost in a growl and she grunted as her back pushed into the seat more and she swallowed. Moving her shoulders to try and push his hand away from her though the towel brushed against her chest and arms. "No, I'm not." she leaned back, her feet pushing into the ground, trying to lean back from him.
 
"Oh no... I think you're jumping to conclusions babe- fun can mean so many different things..." he finished, with a grin, before letting his hand idly play with her hair, brushing it away from her eyes. His grin widened and after he finished toying with her hair, he exited the room once more. He only briefly left though, as he returned... with a toy. He returned to the room, with chains in both of his hands, dangling down to about his knees. At the end of his chains, at the knees, was a handcuff. It was a medieval style pair of shackles, the grin still on his face as he let them dangle, asking again, "So, are you up for some fun now?"
 
She sat and waited though when he came back, her eyes squinted trying to figure out what in the world was in his hands. And it looked to be an old medieval way to shackle someone and she breathed in as she leaned back, trying to hook her legs to the inside of the legs of the chair and she sat back. "No." She said sternly as she watched him, cocking her brow. Boy was this man weird, rude.. then nice and then.. suddenly quite.. psycho with chaining her up and having fun. "I'm not in the mood to play your mind games." She said through gritted teeth.
 
He took the shackles, and began to swing them back and forth, their movements very slow to show their obvious weight- they were the real thing. He walked by her, and looked around above until he noticed what he was looking for, and moved a few feet behind her. He stretched up to the ceiling and worked on getting the chains upon hooks in the ceiling that were obviously designed for them. He started to bind them in and ignored her denial, "So... Addy babe, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, so I can figure out whether we're going to do this the easy way... or the hard way."
 
She watched him, hearing his question, "Hmm.. how about.. Fuck Off." She growled and looked down at the floor beneath her. She wasn't going to make this easy for him and she didn't care, she wasn't going to be easy and let him do as he wished with her. She was going to put up what fight she could until she couldn't any longer as her hands grasped onto the bars of the chair behind her against the back and she closed her eyes.
 
He finished hooking up the shackles and walked behind her, his fist closing on a handful of her hair, with which he yanked upwards upon. He pulled her straight up in the chair, leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "Oh Addy babe," he started, as if he'd known her for years, "There are going to be some fun times with you..." before his free hand quickly undid her bra strap, letting her bra idly fall off of her body. He then let go of her hair and leaned in behind her, kissing at her ear, his slick tongue escaping to play with her earlobe as his hands wrapped around her body from behind and started to grope and massage her chest.
 
Addison cried out, her head tilted back as he ripped her hair up, forcing her up and her eyes were brimming with tears. Her mouth open in pain and she swallowed as she squirmed against him, feeling his warm tongue against her ear. But she gasped out, "Get your hands off of me!" She snarled as his hands found her free, bare breasts and attacked them. Massaging them and she bit her bottom lip as her head tilted, she hated how it had to feel good and that would only make him win. Feeling her nipples growing taut from the attention her breasts were receiving.
 
His hands continued their work, his fingers playing with her now hardened nipples, rubbing them in circles as he leaned in close and kissed at her neck now. He continued this slow teasing, with nothing but the intentions of making her enjoy it. He continued to kiss at her neck, up and down, his fingers rubbing and tweaking her nipples. He continued this work, before grinning, as he pinched both of her nipples, at the same time sinking his teeth into her neck. He wrenched his hands away, standing up and standing in front of her now, his hands upon her forearms as he leaned over her. He leaned in real close and looked into her eyes, "I have the ability to give you great pain... or great pleasure. Now you have a choice, the easy way, or the hard way, pleasure..." he started, giving her nipple a quick rub, before finishing with a hard pinch and twist, "Or pain?"
 
Sure she fought, but she wasn't one who fought and then just stopped to let him do what he wanted. She cried out in slight pain as he twisted her nipple roughly a small whimper escaping her parted lips. Though she moved her tongue inside of her mouth and she leaned up. "My choice...?" She asked and ran her tongue along her bottom lip and leaned up as far as the handcuffs would let her. Soon she moved as her lips parted and suddenly she spat. A wad of spit flying out and hitting him right in the face, "There.. there's my fucking choice." She sneered as she moved her legs from the legs of the chair and kicked them trying to defend herself.
 
He slapped her across the face, hard, after she spat at him. She quickly kicked as well, but she only managed to give him a painful one in the left shin, the other kick pretty much missing entirely. He wasn't one to take disrespect like that, especially after he'd been kind enough to give her a choice. He wiped the spit off of his face with his palm, and quickly rubbed it against her lips, sealing her lips shut before slapping the other side of her face this time. He was not going to be disrespected, and he figured it was time to teach Addison a lesson. Quickly stepping away, he turned back to the door, and locked it from the inside, slipping the key back into his jeans pocket. He returned to her, leaned in close once more, quickly saying, a grin returning to his lips, "Time for some fun."

He reached down and unclicked one of her handcuffs, before doing the same with the other. He didn't let her stand up though, as he kept both of his palms upon her shoulders, keeping her down. He then took her by the shoulders, and tossed her by the shoulders onto the floor, like a ragdoll. There was a lot of strength kept within his lanky frame, and it showed now, as he stepped over her and lifted her up by her hair, dragging her towards the shackles, which were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for her.
 
"Ah!" She gasped as he slapped her, hard enough to maker her head turn to the side with a swift motion and she pulled back as he wiped her spit back on her lips and she smirked up to him before she gasped once more as he slapped the other side of her face. Her cheeks red from the collision of skin upon skin and she grunted, her handcuffs unlocked though her eyes were wide with how much strength he had. Groaning out as she hit the cement floor beneath her. Her hands moving to push herself up though she cried out, her hands flying up to grasp his hand which had a tight grip upon her hair and her face scrunched up in pain as she stood up. Only seconds had passed as she saw the chains hanging, waiting for her and she squirmed.

Though she knew what was going to happen, wrap around her wrists to hold her up, leaving he defenseless as he would take her hard and rough.
 
He guided her and slammed her against the wall that was beside the shackles, keeping her pinned to it as he leaned against her to stop her from moving as he took her arm and wrenched it above her head. He kept it against the wall as well, reaching back with his free hand to grab the shackle. He roughly attached it to her wrist, with it, attaching her to the ceiling. He let that arm hang now, before taking a step back, and letting her be, with one arm above her head, trapped in the shackle that only he had the key to. He stepped back, to where she couldn't reach him, letting her be, just grinning as he repeated his question, "Are you ready for some fun yet?"
 
"Ah!.." She groaned out loudly as her back met the wall roughly, slamming into her and her right hand was shackled and she stood there awkwardly and she glared at him, moving to try and get free as she kicked and squirmed. Though a little after her hissy fit her free hand moved and covered her face a bit. She sighed softly, "Fine.. what kind of fun?" She asked and looked up to him, she had hoped it wasn't the fun where they both ended up naked with him between her legs. And the only word for that right now was Rape and fear struck her face and she moved, trying to back up a bit before running back into the wall.
 
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