Charles and Diana’s wedding took place on Wednesday, 29 July 1981.
She’s such a confused little flower, but he’s not running on anything but a mix of angry and apathy. Of course, the monster cared at certain points or perhaps he’d managed to fool himself into thinking he could care. Maybe his mask was that good that sometimes he even fooled himself. Despite such a thought, he’s so close to snapping and yet so close to going numb — to taking her to his room and laying there and letting her do whatever she wants to him. He’d stare up at the ceiling and breathe and he wouldn’t feel a thing. No he wouldn’t feel a single fucking thing.
"Are you not hearing a single fucking thing I’m saying to you, you stupid little bitch?!" A snap — his fingers grabbing her chin while the other holds his cancer stick. His bright eyes are like a wild fire, "You wanna know what I did? You wanna hear the bad thing I’ve done? Will it change your god damned stupid mind if I tell you what I’ve done?" He doesn’t wait for an answer. He puts out his cigarette on his own hand — the one that holds her chin and oh he doesn’t even flinch. That numbness and yet that anger. He flicks the weapon of assault away and then grabs her arm, pulling her forcefully back into the living and then into his bedroom, closing the door and pushing her against it — gripping her neck this time as he looks at her with threatening eyes. Which act was really the mask? Which act was really the fucking mask?
"Right here." He says, voice cold, vacant of emotions, "Right in this very fucking room is where I did it." He let’s go of her neck then and moves to his closet, grabbing the box of things he’d used on the girl — the rope still laced with some of her blood is the first thing he pulls out and he can still smell the fear from her on that very rope that it’s simply intoxicating, "I tied her up with this." He says then, "Not to mention I’d taken her away from this shit ass party without her real consent. Elbowed the back of her head to get her to stop screaming." A twitch of his lips as he throws the rope on the bed, "I tied her up yeah. To this bed. I waited for her to wake up and I…I did whatever I wanted. Do you know what I did?"
▏Samantha knew that she should have feared him as he screamed at her, as
he gripped her chin, and forced her to peer into his eyes. Her heart was racing,
but not from fear, from something else entirely. She stood on her toes, her
eyes leveling with his, and she grasped slightly as he pulled his hand away,
and dragged her to the bedroom. As her back hit the door she peered
over towards his bed, and around his room, taking note of everything that was
in it, and the words that he was saying. The way he addressed her, and the
sadistic tone his voice got when he spoke of what he had done. She could
guess exactly what he had done, the thought of what kind of misery the other
female had gone through should have made her sick, but all it did was make
Samantha wish that he had done those things to her. She wouldn’t have flinched
from him, she wouldn’t have believed him to be a monster because of it. She
knew that she was fucked up, she blamed her father for fucking her up, but
she also blamed her own mind for making her want to stay here, with him.
As he released her neck she was finally able to speak, and her own hand went
to her throat—mostly out of habit -and she choked on the air, coughing slightly
as it refilled her lungs. She knew that the only way that she was ever going to
prove to him that she wouldn’t fear him was to submit fully. She walked to
the bed, sitting herself upon it she grasped the rope in her hands, listening to
his words, ❝Don’t tell me, Forrest.❞ She stood up, and walked to stand in
front of him, handing him back the rope, ❝Show me what you did, do it to
me. Whatever you did…whatever you do, it doesn’t make you a monster,
and i’m not afraid.❞ She moved back to the bed, and sat on it, ❝I bet you
made a game of it, of tying her up, I bet she screamed, didn’t she Forrest?
I won’t scream. Not in fear.❞ She shrugged, and reached out grasping
his shirt to pull him closer, ❝Show me.❞ She whispered.
"You’re so stupid." The words are harsh perhaps, but so very honest. For her to think so highly of him when he’s been warning her all this time is insane. He can’t help but find a burning resent in his core even as she speaks soft gentle words because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know the real him. No one does. She may not be panicked by his tight grip on her wrist, but there were things the monster could do to her that would certainly change her mind. Like the girl before with blood pulling down her thighs and black tears tainting pale cheeks.
"You’re so god damned stupid." He repeats and throws her back on the couch and away from him. He’s still fighting the monster but his hands are shaking and it wouldn’t take much to put those vicious hands around her neck and squeeze until she finally sees him for what he is, but then what? He wouldn’t be able to stop. He backs away from her instead of pursuing vicious thoughts and his tall lanky frame casts a shadow over her,
"Don’t you see? Don’t you see what a monster I am?" A silent curse as he turns away and paces the kitchen, presses his hands against the cool marble of the counter and breathes — counts to ten and then grabs a cigarette and lights it with a bit of difficulty due to shaking hands. He throws the lighter to the side and lifts his head up to the ceiling as he blows out smoke between those full lips — like a beautiful but dangerous dragon.
▏One moment the beauty was straddling his lap, allowing his grip on her arms
to continue, and the next the wind was being knocked out of her as she landed
on her back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling in a hazy confusion—
if only for a moment—and she peered up at him, seeing the looming shadow
that hung over her, as she peered up at him. She didn’t fear Forrest, not even
a little bit, and she didn’t know why that she didn’t, she only knew that she never
would. He was the only person she had ever truly connected with, and
understood in this world, she knew that no matter what she couldn’t lose that.
She pushed her hands back against the couch, and forced herself back into
a sitting position, she didn’t care how much she had to beg, and plead with
him, she couldn’t let him kick her out.
❝Forrest…❞ She breathed as she watched him moving to the counter, and
she stood to follow him, seeing the trembling of his hands she reached
out to help steady them, tilting her head to the side she ran her tongue
across her lips, ❝You are no monster, you are a human being just like me,
you are made of flesh…and blood…and bone…there is nothing monstrous
about you at all.❞ She reached up, and cupped his cheeks, tracing her thumbs
against them subtly, before lowering them once more. She saw the way he blew
the smoke, and the way he insulted her. The insults didn’t hurt, she had suffered
much worse at the hands of her father, ❝I am stupid…and a slut, and a whore…
all things my father used to call me. I was his whore, always his…never
my own.❞ She let out a sigh, ❝I am not afraid to be what you need me to be, the
only thing I fear is losing you altogether.❞ She admitted. ❝What do you want to
do to me? I promise I have suffered worse.❞
Leonardo DiCaprio gets attacked by a penguin during a trip to Antarctica in 2006
Everything about the situation was strange. She didn’t understand it and she didn’t think she ever would. Basically she had pushed herself off the edge without even thinking about it. Never in her life had she felt the things that Mason was making her feel. He was in a way opening up her world. She had only known kindness, happiness before he came along. Granted shehad known pain but not to the extent that he did. She probably never would feel everything that he did but she could try to understand him. At least a little and if she had to be tied up like this she would deal with it. Otherwise what else could she do?
She chose against saying anything else since she knew it was probably a bad idea. A cry escaped from her when she felt him thrusting into her for the second time. This wasn’t a cry of pain though considering she was dripping wet. All she could do was moan as he thrust into her much harder than he had before. She could only lay there and take it as he pushed against her body. The bed was rocking beneath her and slamming into the wall behind it. Juliet whimpered, crying out helplessly in pleasure as she felt him going back to biting her skin, marking it,” Oh fu-fuck, fucking..oh fuck.”
◢ ▏▷ Mason continued to thrust into her, hearing the sound of her cries, and whimpers as he pounded into her without mercy. He enjoyed the way he could make her tremble for him, and whimper, it was all new entirely to him. He had no idea how it was even possible, and he found it to be rather thrilling in a way. His heart pounded faster as he continued at the speed he was, the pounding of the bed against the wall, keeping time for him. He continued in this manner for several more minutes, until he felt his second orgasm rushing through him, once more spending inside of her. When he pulled out he peered down between them, and noticed the wetness he had further helped to create.
◢ ▏▷ ❝You really do like what I do to you, don’t you?❞ He asked again, merely to taunt her slightly, and he laid beside her, tracing his fingers up, and down her stomach, allowing her a few moments of rest, it was the least he could do after all. ❝Or maybe you have a sadistic need to fix people…is that it? Prove that everyone has good in them?❞ His mind was still attempting to figure her out, and he was sure that he was always going to be that way.
She wasn’t sure how long he would keep this up. Honestly she didn’t know if she could take this. It was going to drive her crazy. It was a relief when he pulled his hand away. His body was suddenly right above hers. She had no choice but to look up towards his face. His eyes were focused intently on hers. Maybe she was stepping into something that she shouldn’t. He was probably right to some extent but she didn’t want to believe that. She wanted him to understand that he didn’t have to be what his parents had made him out to be,” I just want you,” she whispered, knowing it might sound crazy,” I care about you Mason, I really fucking care and I know that you don’t want me to but I do.”
A sigh came from her as she felt his hands racing her sides, her arms and finally he was reaching her hands were were bound. She groaned helplessly as she felt his body against hers. It was wrong, all wrong. She knew it too but she wasn’t trying to stop it. She didn’t dare speak, gasping as he pressed his lower half against hers. She could feel how hard he was and she knew that it was because of what he had done. All she did as nod at his question,” Ye-Yes.” Her fingers wrapped around the bonds as she tried to press her hips up against his own,” Then it’s what I will deal with.”
◢ ▏▷ The way that the confliction focused on her features, meant that there was a chance that he could break her. She didn’t think that he saw it, the little moments of doubt, or flickers of fear. He fed off of it, those were emotions he could understand, and feel himself. They were what tied him to even a split second of normalcy. He would never fully be just one thing, but he knew that he would always know fear. It was what he felt when he was plunged into the dark, that was why he slept every night with lights on. He couldn’t stand the shadows, he couldn’t live in anything except constant light. He had been subjected to darkness for so long that now he refused to again.
◢ ▏▷ ❝I don’t care what you feel, the point is I never will feel any love. It isn’t possible.❞ He admitted, but he found that he needed to feel her again, and so soon after the first time. With no warning he plunged his erection back inside of her—though this time she was soaked—and he began to fuck her without pause, or hesitation, and much harder than he had the first time, with every thrust the bed hit the headboard making loud banging noises against it, and he went back to marking her skin with bites.
Juliet really didn’t know what she was feeling. There was too much going on for her to actually process it. Instead she was only focusing on what she was doing to her body. She didn’t know what he was trying to do by doing what he was. Honestly it wasn’t making sense to her. She wanted to try to talk with him but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. She groaned helplessly as she felt his fingers still rubbing against that small bundle of nerves. Her body arched up towards his fingers as she whimpered, groaning helpessly. She was becoming wet, soaking wet all over again. He would be able to see it, to feel it and he would know that it was all because of him,” I-if it’s what you want than it’s what will happen.”
She grabbed at the bonds that tied her hands to the bed. It was her way of sort of staying grounded. Her hips were basically grinding against his fingers helplessly now. Before she could try to say something he was leaning over her and she felt him making bite marks. She had the feeling that when she went out in public that there wasn’t going to be a way that she could hide them. Maybe that was what he wanted, needed even. She wasn’t sure but she knew that she was going to try to give him whatever he needed.
◢ ▏▷ He continued his work on her body, his index fingers feeling the impact he was making against her core the juices soaking his fingers, and making him smile. He liked having this control over her body, the way she squirmed, and the sounds she was making. He stopped playing with her clit, and moved to hover over her, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at her, ❝Why is it so important that you fix me? And better yet, why would you want me even if you could?❞ His fingers traced her sides, up to her arms, and traced across them until he reached her bound hands, before dropping his hands to the sheets once more.
◢ ▏▷❝No matter what, I will always want to do this. Tie you up, and fuck you as much as I want, maybe for hours at a time. Maybe I will make more cuts on your skin, find other ways to torment you.❞ He laughed, ❝And the best part about all of it, will be that I don’t feel anything while I do it. At least, not what you want me to feel.❞ He pressed his lower-half against her, allowing her to feel the erection he was sporting again from the actions he had already taken—tying her up, cutting her skin, teasing her—and he met her eyes, ❝Do you feel that? How much it turns me on to see you hurting? This is what your life will be, it’s what eternity with a monster means.❞
Woot! Finally finished watching all 6 seasons of Castle lol!
Now I am on to watching all 9 of Supernatural >.>
It’s gonna take forever, but I am determined -nods;
Anyone care to plot?!
She mentally winced at her words. Never in her entire life did she use her level against him. Even when others had spotted them together and snickered about the princess befriending common trash, she never blinked an eye, only glaring or defending her friendship to those that mocked them. To her, he was never beneath her. But she used it, only this type of circumstance where she hoped maybe he’d respect it. If he was so damn determined to give her such a lifestyle because of who she was, then maybe if she demanded he take care of himself, he’d comply. But when he yelled, eyes nearly firing up as he glared in her direction, she could only take a step back, suddenly frightened. When did he ever get so angry? Why did he look at her in such a way as if she appalled him?
She could feel the lump in her throat forming and for each step he took, she took one back. Her face nearly fell as he demanded she go back and quit the job. She wouldn’t she couldn’t, especially when she was now watching him crumple back upon the bed. She threw her arm out, pointing as she could feel her body shaking. ”Do you see what you’re becoming?! Do you see how I’ve hurt you?”, she cried out, her bottom lip trembling. ”I caused this! I caused you to be like this and all you can say is we have enough?! We don’t have enough! If this world is so damn different that I can’t use my former title, then why on earth in this place do I have to get special treatment while you wither away and I lose you?! Why, Bae? Why?!” The tears were free falling once more as she shuddered, wrapping her arms about herself as if she were freezing. She sniffled lightly and slowly shook her head. ”No…I’m not getting rid of the job…and if you want to kick me out…then so be it…” At least then, maybe he’d use all of his money on himself rather than letting himself go just for her sake.
▎✕ ▎He shook his head further, more anger surging through him, but even in his state he wouldn’t have kicked her out. He wasn’t that type of person, he couldn’t hurt her, nor could he be mean to her. His fingers gripped at the blankets beneath him, and he spoke again, his voice level, rather than raised, ❝I am nothing more, or less than I have always been.❞ He insisted, and chewed on his lower lip, ❝You may not be a princess in this realm, but it is in your blood, and I would rather die, than see you wasting away at any job! I don’t care what job it is! No princess should ever work! And neither will you.❞ He snapped at her, his eyes narrowing, ❝If the money I make for you is not enough then I will take on more hours, and make it enough.❞
▎✕ ▎He saw the tears, but he didn’t want her crying, not for him, ❝I am not worth your time, stop trying to save me, I am not dying. I am fine.❞ He insisted, and laid down on the bed, draping his hand over his forehead as he tried to stop the ringing in his head. It was only growing worse as he continued to argue with her. He was developing a headache, on top of the dizziness that had already caused himt o lay down on the bed.