Marlena sat on the bed, her movement was sharp, and she yelled, feeling the blast of pain running through her body, looking at her leg, it was cover by a white blanket. It was stained, blood covered the white cloth, and suddenly everything came back to her, the gas station, the phone call to John, Kit shooting her. He shot her! She couldn't believe he would do that, but then again, she couldn't believe he was capable of half of the things he’s done.

The pain resonated through her nerves and it was unbearable, Marlena shifted the comforter from her thigh, her navy blue dress was even darker due to her blood, and it stuck to her skin, causing her to whimper with pain as her fingers slowly removed the material from her flesh. She stopped, her eyes shut with strain, her lips parted with a high pitch moan, that evil bastard, that horrible man. What was it about her that seemed to attract the most devious, twisted men? She stared at her wound, it was bleeding still, it looks like he was trying to contain it because she saw a torn part from her dress tied in a knot across her upper thigh, trying to untie it, her head arched to the back with a loud scream.

Looking at the ceiling, she suddenly forgot about her pain, the mental torture she was feeling, was much worse and much more painful than her physical.  She could never forget it, never, but, how? She remembered that ceiling oh so well. It hunted her dreams for months.

Her hands sent again to the wet cloth around her wound, when the bedroom door clicked open, causing her to jump with fear and surprise.

“Good morning Dr. Evans” a young woman, wearing a doctor’s robe stepped into the room, she looked to be in her late thirties, her smile was warm but nothing was relaxing about the way she was looking at her, there was madness there.

“Who are you? What do you want? Where’s Kit?” Marlena flinched with pain and shuddered.

“Dr, Evans, my name is Dr. Harley, I came here to attend your wound. You lost a lot of blood and-” she was trying to explain when Marlena jumped at her throat, “Answer me dammit! Where is he?” her yell echoed through the room, and her head leaned against the headboard as a sharp pain resonated again through her body.

“You are too weak Marlena, I am going to sedate you now, so I can take care of your injuries, and you could heal quicker. I’m sure Mr. Harington would answer all of your questions in due time”  she spoke calmly, taking a pre-made syringe out of her bag.

“Don’t get any closer! Get away from me!” Marlena struggled, but she couldn't sustain as her body betrayed her and she collapsed on the bed, quivering with pain.

Taking advantage of her situation, Dr. Harley held her down to her side as she pierced the needle to her forearm.

 

Marlena woke up again, she didn't know what time it was or for how long she was out of it, but she did notice that  it was dark. The room was dimly lit, just as she remembered it and it brought up a sickening feeling of disgust and despair. Her bed linings had been changed, no blood on any of the thin fabrics. Her head ached, actually, her whole body ached, she was dehydrated and famished. Looking under the covers, she saw her leg was wrapped, and it seemed like Dr. Harley took care of it as she said. It made her angry to know she wasn't aware of what was happening to her, of her physical state. She pressed her fingers to her temples, messaging them to ease out the pain, with no avail. A  strong bright light came from the hallway as the door opened. It was him.

She sucked in breath after breath, so concerned with getting air in her lungs it seemed, for the moment, she had forgotten to resume her normal breathing pace, “What the fuck did you do to me?” she managed to say eventually after he closed her bedroom door. 

 

He walked towards her, not saying a word, their eyes locked and she waited for him to speak, to say something, anything, “Answer me goddammit! Kit!”.  With his free hand Kit reached for her chin and tilted it up. “It could take weeks for your wound to heal.” 

“You sick fuck! Let me go! Why did you bring me here? How? How did you know?!” her eyes were bright with anger. He got closer to her, quickly, his fingers dug into the woman's face as his temper rose.“Fuck,” he sighed, “Care to try that again, little one?.” He paused, adding through clenched teeth, “you watch your mouth when you talk to me.” The room was filled with tension, and then the silence broke with the sound of Marlena’s sobs, she couldn’t believe he has brought her here to this house, to this bedroom, where only a few months ago, she was brutally raped right on this bed. 

 

“You’re beautiful when you're crying princess…” he released her face sharply,  “here’s some aspirin and water. It seems you’ve got quite the headache.”  Once again, Marlena broke down, he was ignoring her questions completely,  she couldn't take his words, his action, her aching head, and body, her heart was pounding brutally fast in her chest. “Please, please, I’m begging you, don’t hurt me. I swear to God I won’t run away again.”  Exasperated, Kit let out a wry laugh, 

“ What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” Through distorted sobs, he heard, “Please don’t.” She added emphasis to the word “please.’” Kit hid a smile beneath his hand as he strokes his stubble. No longer willing to expose her beautiful curves to Kit, she leaned across the bed to retrieve the end of the comforter. In doing so, he pressed her face-down into the mattress and his unbelievably hard cock pressed against her bottom. She shook so fiercely, Kit wondered how her body could endure it. He released her wrists and covered her body. “You need to calm down. I don’t want you to go into shock.” She only whimpered in response.  He laughed and stroked her hair, “I promise you, if you do what I say, you will always come out better than you think.” 

Her shaking intensified. Obviously still angry, Catching the bottle of water in one hand, Kit shook his head and made a tsk-tsk sound. He removed one aspirin and another similar looking pill from his pocket. He made a gesture for Marlena to come closer and handed over the pills.  Beneath the blanket she stopped shaking all together, her body suddenly tight as a bow. He stood up from the bed. “Go on.” Marlena gave Kit a suspicious look but took the glass of water. Her eyes were wide, filled with anguish. “Go on, Kitten.” He made a point of using the moniker, not surprised to find, when her eyes shot to his, that her expression was no longer one of anger, but appropriate fear. When he made no further comment, her trembling hand finally reached for the pills. She was extremely mindful of not touching him when she did. That was smart. The glass rattled against her teeth as she swallowed, but she managed not to spill any. When the glass was empty, she handed it back to him, careful again not to make casual contact with his fingers. Her eyes stared past him. They were quite pitiful. “say thank you, princess,” he spat when she simply curled into the fetal position. Kit frowned, but he let the remark pass. Her eyes once again shut, she finally mumbled feebly, “Thank you,” before pulling the comforter more tightly around herself. “You’re very proud,” he whispered. “You’ve been a brat. But for the man who would rape you, you’d show nothing but obedience…are we clear?.” 

“Go fuck yourself,” was her small, raspy reply. He let out a burst of laughter. 

“Well, you’re nothing if not interesting.” And that was the truth. For some reason, he’d known that from the beginning, yet he had not expected this. His laughter ebbed away slowly, and when next he spoke, his voice was cold but velvet, “But you know… I’d much rather fuck you.” 

The cotton mound twitched and then contorted violently as she turned over and scurried backward, gripping the comforter to her chest as if it would be enough to stop him. He couldn’t help but laugh. Her eyes shot daggers at him, but he could already see her pupils were dilated. Her stomach was empty, and the drugs were working fast. Considering the dose he’d given her, she was high as a kite. But cute.  Her head drooped, but she picked it up quickly, catching herself in jerky movements. He found himself smiling, though briefly. 

“What’s…wrong…with me?” she slurred. Her body was relaxing against her will. And she kept struggling, fighting the drug. 

“You’re going to sleep now, kitten,” he said simply. “What? Why?” Her eyes were comically wide with shock, and she pulled at her lip. “My face is numb, numb, numb.” She let out a strange sigh, but it soon faded away to heavy breathing. He walked toward the door, the slow smiling curving upward despite himself.

 

 

She’d been out for two days now, it bothered him, but Dr. Harley had instructed him to keep her sedated so she could heal faster.  It seemed her wound got infected, silly girl, too bad she decided to run, this would never would have happened if she would have been a good girl and just listened. That freakin’ wound was also very inconvenient for him, he wanted to have her again, and now he had to wait for her to heal, as the good Doctor instructed.

She will pay for her disobedience and unfortunate decision to run away, he thought. 

Pay dearly.

Pushing the door open, Kit strolled into Marlena’s bedroom whistling a tune that was somewhat close to; “My Favorite Things“ from “The sound of music.” 

“Good morning baby, time for your daily sponge bath.” He placed the tub of warm soapy water on the table beside her bed, grabbing a handful of the heavy red curtains, letting the morning sunlight in. Pulling the comforter and sheets away, Kit gently lifted Marlena’s upper body, pulling her nightgown off over her head. Lying her back down against the sheets he took in the beauty of her naked form. From her slender neck to her beautiful shoulders. Her full round breasts jut forward, begging to be touched, her thin waist and her toned stomach, he looked down at her round full hips, perfect for grabbing while she was being fucked from behind. 

These thoughts drove him mad with desire for her. Leaning forward he brushed her hair back from her face and bent down to kiss her soft lips, whispering softly in her ear, “I’ve been missing you, Kitten...” his tongue swirled inside her ear. He picked up the washcloth from the water tub, squeezing the excess water out. He began to gently wash her neck, dragging the soft cloth down her creamy neck, over her shoulders, down one long arm before raising her other arm to do the same. He reached her collarbone, then down over Marlena’s beautiful breast, he marveled at the sight as her nipple turns to a hard peak. Unable to help himself Kit leans forward, closing his eyes, he covered her breast with his hot mouth and slowly traced her nipple with his tongue raking the peak between his teeth. Marlena’s body arched slightly as a soft moan escaped her lips. 

Kit raised his head, looking up to see if she had awakened, no, her eyes were still closed, and her breathing was even, a part of him was happy she was still sedated, but the primal side of him wanted, no, needed her awake.

“Oh Kitten, you like that don’t you? Yeah, you do... You love when I touch you. Baby, when you wake up, you’ll be begging for me to do more than touch you.” 

 

Kit continued washing her, trying not to think about all that he wanted to do to her. He needed her awake when he would pleasure her. He has never been into necrophilia. “Come on Kitten wake up... so I can fuck you, baby. I want to hear you scream my name as you cum all around my cock. I want you to purr for me Kitten.” shutting his eyes again, he inhaled her scent. Wetting the washcloth again, he set back to the task at hand and started to wash her legs. Slowly he dragged the washcloth up her inner thighs brushing the v between her in legs with his knuckles. Pushing her legs apart he washed her center with great care, he leaned forward closing his eyes and breathing in, deeply, wanting to drown himself in her essence. 

“Mmmm..” he moaned softly, “soon I will have you again my dear, and this time you will be screaming my name, begging for me to fuck you harder,” he smirked as he felt his cock was growing harder due to his actions with her body.

 

When he was done, he dressed her in a long silk black gown, lifting Marlena off the bed he pulled the garment over her head, stretching one arm then the other through the openings.  She was like a rag doll, and he was dressing up his doll for bedtime. As he held her in his arms, Kit looked at her beautiful face, he lightly brushed a stray hair from her eyes. Lowering his face to hers, he brushed his lips across hers for a gentle kiss, that was so unlike his usual character. The thin straps and deep V of the gown made her porcelain skin look even more glowing.  Another soft whispered came from Marlena’s lips “Oh John.” Kit pulled the sheet up over her body, letting it fall just below her breasts. It would be ashamed to cover those beauties up.

Sitting beside her, he took her hand, “No, my pet,” he spoke with venom in his voice, “there is no ‘John’ here, only me, I’m your man now the only man you need to be thinking of.”

Attempting to conceal his burning carnal desire, Kit’s fingers moved slowly as his light touch traced over her breasts, down her stomach, and over her hips. “Why did you run from me, Kitten? No one had to die, but then you had decided to run. I had to kill them to keep you, princess.” he stroked her cheek, “You know, I keep thinking of our night in the hotel. When you came out of the bathroom, wearing that black leather corset, ohhhh... I almost came in my pants.”  Wrapping his arms around her, he caressed the top of her breasts and stomach. With each stroke, control became more and more difficult for him to maintain. “Then you danced for me, falling to your knees in front of me, as you took my cock deep into your hot little mouth...You enjoyed sucking me off, didn’t  you, baby girl? In fact, you drank every drop.” Kit moved to rub his stiff cock, trying to ease some of the pressure.

“Then I bent you over the bed, your sweet round ass poked out toward me begging me to smack and bite it. I never tasted flesh so good as when I bit into your sweet ass... I need to do that again.” He sat next to her on the bed, stroking her hair. “Fucking you from behind while pulling on your collar, your head bent back as you moan loudly for more, that’s what I see whenever I close my eyes.” He softly kissed her lips, and her neck as his hands became tangled in her hair.

 

“I’m here princess, I’m waiting. I want to fuck you over and over again.” Marlena moaned softly, her eyes flutter but remained shut. “Mmmmm... John” she whispered.

Kit jumped up, slamming his fist on the bedside table. “Fuck John! You’re mine now Marlena! You are mine, and you’ll always be mine. You will never see John again.”

“Oh, John” she whispered again In her drugged state.

Kit grabbed her chin and held it tightly, covering her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth then pulled away while biting her lower lip. He licked the blood on her bottom lip tasting it. “There is no ‘John’ Kitten, there is only you and me. Do you understand?? ONLY ME!!” he practically screamed the last words.

Marlena continued to sleep in spite of the assault, but there was a frown emerging her lovely features as she turns away slightly. ..

Kit straightened, picking up the small tub, he walked to the door.  Looking over his shoulder at the object of his ever-growing desire, he snapped, “Look how pretty you are Kitten. I have big plans for you.” storming out of the room, locking the door behind him, he headed for the gym. He needed to punch something and John was not available at the moment.

 

The room was quiet, and still, Marlena lied in a deep sleep, the only sound was her soft breathing, her breasts rise and fall with its rhythm. If anyone were to see her now, they would think that she was pleasantly sleeping and would  know nothing of the horror she had endured at the hands of a crazy man. 

 

 

There was a peaceful, dreamy look on her face….

Marlena could feel him as he pulled the covers back and slid in beside her. He cupped her face, gently pulling her to his awaiting mouth. His mouth covered hers as his tongue slipped inside, probing, licking and sucking her tongue. She moaned softly into his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers laced in his hair. She could feel his warm hand sliding up her naked body, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh John,” she moaned against his lips, “make love to me, please I need you now.” 

He didn't make a sound, but his hand traveled down her body cupping her between her thighs. His thumb teases her clit rubbing, as his tongue continued to probe her mouth. Her hips raised up to meet his hand, and her legs parted to his touch as the sweet torture continues.

She could feel as his body moved over her, he had spread her wider with his hands and dipped between her legs. His tongue trailed down her body, to work on her clit, licking and sucking in with no remorse. Marlena's head fell back as her moans became louder. Her thighs clamp down on either side of his head as her hip buck against his mouth. “Oh God John, baby I’m going to cum, She screamed, feeling him as he plunges two fingers into her wet center pumping in and out while his tongue did wicked things to her. Her senses were filled with him, she needed to feel him inside of her, stretching her to the limit. “God John... please baby, make love to me now, I need to feel you inside me.”

 

Marlena sat up with a bolt, pain searing through her body from the wound on her thigh. Sweat covered her body, and she was disoriented. She looked around frantically trying to get some sense of her surroundings, it was the same room, the same bed where Stefano had raped her, she felt sick.  “Oh, my, God...I’m in Maison Blanche..how?..” she started to cry in despair as the realization hit her, no one knew where she was.. she pushed off the covers, swinging her legs to the floor. Slowly she stood, her head was swimming, so she took a moment just to stand still. The pain echoed from her thigh, it was screaming for her to sit back down but she must find a way out. Looking around she saw a window, but she knew that she was on the second floor and there was no way she would be able to shimmy down the side of the house, given the shape she was in.

 

She looks toward the door “Maybe I could pick the lock somehow..”. Marlena started to walk toward the door when she felt something tugging against her ankle. Looking down, Marlena saw a leather strap around her ankle attached to a chain, “That son of a bitch,” she mumbled, “he has me chained to the bed.”

She looks around for something to pick the lock or perhaps cut through the leather strap. 

Walking back to the bed she rifles through the bedside table and came across a hairpin, with some effort, she could manage to pull her ankle up on the bed and start to try and pick the lock. She desperately tries, twisting and turning the pin to no avail, the pain in her leg was to immense, but she couldn't give up, she has to get out of this house of horrors.

She heard the door open and saw Kit standing in the threshold, his arms crossed and an evil smirk on his lips.

“Going somewhere? Come here princess and get down on your knees, or I'll come and get you." he stepped closer, closing the oak door behind him, he couldn't wait any longer.

No. He had waited long enough. she sat there, a puzzled look in her eyes as he spoke again, “I won't say it again. Strip down and get on your knees. Right now!"