Post by Declan Prescott on Jun 29, 2010 19:16:08 GMT -5
The fear is primordial in all humans. The darkness has always been the time that human beings are at their most vulnerable. It is said that the most frightening monsters are also the most cowardly. They use the dark to exploit the vulnerability of all people. She couldn't remember one time during the last 15 years where she hadn't feared the darkness.
She felt a rough hand rip the blindfold from her eyes. The tears chilled on her cheeks, as she examined her surroundings. It was still dim, but the glow of a nearby fire gave a low illumination to the otherwise pitch black warehouse. The concrete was cold on her feet. The howling wind was icy on her naked body. But the thing that chilled her the most was the video camera pointing directly at her face. Behind it's dreadful lens, was the pale face of a vile man. His teeth were bared in a jagged, yellow smile and his eyes were thin, like slits from a dagger. As he grinned, his face contorted and filled with deep cracks in his flesh. He was like some sort of hideous beast.
"Lay it down," the thing behind the camera hissed.
Without warning, she felt two iron hands clasp her by both shoulders and slam her to the floor. The back of her skull bounced on the concrete, sending a sharp pain shooting through her entire body.
"It?" a second, deeper, voice inquired far above her.
"Fuck yeah," the first voiced returned. "It's nothing but a piece of ass. Just a piece of ass for all four of you guys to do whatever you want to."
"I'm going first," a third, booming, voice croaked.
She let out a terrified scream, as she felt a second pair of freezing hands grab her by the thighs and spread her legs apart.
"Grab the bitch's throat!" the original voice spat in an enraged jeer.
She felt a hand clutch her neck and squeeze deeply into her flesh. She could feel her face turn red, as she gasped desperately for air, but could gain nothing. The hideous lens was shoved only inches away from her face and she could feel the stained spit of the venomous thing behind it splatter on her face.
"Listen you fucking slut!" the original voice commanded, in a horrible, raspy tone. "Your ours! We do what we want with you and you fucking take it!"
The beast pulled a sharp, silver knife from it's coat pocket. Her attempts to breathe grew more desperate, but still nothing would come. She could feel her body beginning to tremble and sweat coldly in panic.
"And if you try to resist or call for help", the beast behind the camera stated, as if a fact. "I'm going to slice your fucking pussy open to your stomach. Got it?!"
She felt a harsh sting, as the monster jabbed her quickly in the side with the blade. She desperately nodded, feeling the life being drained from her body. He grinned and placed the knife back in his coat.
"Then get started, boys."
The hand released her throat, but, with her first breath, she erupted with a horrified wail of terror, as she felt a deep, stabbing pain of flesh in her crotch.
Cara Costello awoke, covered in a cold sweat. She instantly placed a hand between her legs and then sighed with relief. She then turned to the window that encompassed the entire East wall and found herself bathed in golden sunlight. That memory was only a nightmare now. A nightmare from someone's life that wasn't her own.
Their home was somewhat small. It contained only two bedrooms (the smaller of which had been turned into an office), one bathroom, a kitchen, a comfortable sized living room and a spacious balcony that overlooked downtown Los Angeles. By a regular person's standards, it was more than enough for one couple, but Cara knew Declan could afford almost any home he desired. She knew he had chosen this place as a home intentionally. Just like her, he was trying to escape a past life.
And that comforted her.
Declan cherished the apartment because it was not big. Cara loved it because it was so small. While Declan enjoyed living in the apartment because it allowed him to escape the spacious mansion he had spent his childhood in, Cara found the notion of a smaller space absolutely delightful. It symbolised that he didn't need to ever have space away from her. That he could be at his happiest when she was right there by his side.
Cara felt a sense of euphoria whenever she was here. She had never been able to call a place 'home' before this apartment. She had grown up in a house where she was the victim of constant physical and emotional abuse at the hands of her father. She had spent most of her teenage years sleeping on the floor of a small flat that Vick Ace's then girlfriend, Stephanie Minx, rented. But this apartment with Declan was different. Whether they were eating dinner on the balcony, sharing a hot bath, laughing at Declan's terrible jokes or snuggling in each other's arms in the middle of the night, this place was the first where she had felt at peace. Where she felt she could relax and truly forget all her worries in the world.
Cara then turned to the opposite wall, to see Declan Prescott sitting in a chair on his cell phone. He smiled as he saw her, but spoke into the phone in an unfriendly, commanding voice.
Declan: Listen to me Brown, you don't like me, I get that. God knows, I can't stand you. But Aesc is the wild card in this match. We don't know what he's - Yes, I know you've beaten him before, but he's changed since then. He's more aggressive. His... hunger for the Title is unmatched. It makes sense for us to work together. We eliminate him early in the match and then settle it between ourselves. It'll help us both.
A long silence passed, as Declan began irritably tapping his fingers to his thighs. Eventually he rolled his eyes and barked nastily into the phone.
Declan: You'll think about it?! Good, you do that! See how far it gets you!
Declan angrily snapped the fold out phone shut and then hurled it through the doorway. He turned once again to Cara, with a kind smile, any hint of anger gone from his face. He stood and Cara felt her entire body tighten slightly, as the sight of his naked flesh standing before her. He made his way casually toward the bed and slipped between the sheets. Cara instantly wrapped her own body - also devoid of any clothing - around his. His skin was incredibly soft and she quivered, as he ran one hand through her hair and wrapped the other around her lower back.
Declan: Good morning, sweetheart.
Declan spoke with a soft, cheerful tone, before kissing Cara gently on the forehead. She grinned and nuzzled her face into his neck.
Cara: Good morning.
Declan: How'd you sleep?
Cara: Good.
Declan: You had a nightmare, didn't you?
Cara dug her nails into Declan's back very slightly. He seemed to notice and gave her a second kiss.
Declan: You looked really scared when you woke up. And you're covered in cold sweat.
Cara: It was nothing.
Declan obviously didn't believe her lie and kissed her a third time. He then began stroking her hair in silence. Cara eventually broke the silence and spoke with a serene tone.
Cara: I'm okay now.
Declan: I'm glad.
Cara cleared her throat and spoke louder this time, clearly wanting to change not only the topic of conversation, but the atmosphere of the room.
Cara: Brandon didn't like your idea?
Declan: It's impossible to know. He's playing his cards close to his chest and isn't giving me any clues. It's a smart move by him.
Cara: Does that mean he has the advantage now?
Declan: Well, he knows about one of my plans. Of course, you of all people would know that I always have more than one.
Cara: I know you can do it.
Cara grinned broadly and placed her lips on Declan's. She felt him pull her body towards his, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. She shuddered heavily and the two continued intimately for several pleasurable moments. Cara then withdrew to catch her breath and, before she could resume, Declan spoke. His tone was very serious.
Declan: Which reminds me of something.
Cara: What did I do?
Cara's voice had filled with a sense of impending dread and she could already feel the tears swelling in her eyes. Declan shook his head and placed both hands gently on Cara's shoulders.
Declan: No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to talk about the triple threat match on Saturday.
Cara: I won't let you down. I promise I won't!
Declan: You could never let me down, sweetie. But, I have a favour to ask you.
Cara: I'll make sure you win!
Declan: No, not that. I want you to stay backstage during the match.
Cara felt a numbness take hold of her entire body. She stared at Declan blankly, as her stomach started hurting.
Cara: You don't want me?
Declan: No, it's not that. It's just that, at Sentinel, you came really close to being seriously injured. I wasn't able to protect you and if anything ever happened to you, I'd...
Declan drifted into silence, but he may as well have said the words, as Cara knew exactly what he meant. The pain in her stomach disappeared, replaced by a flutter in her heart.
Cara: You're worried about me.
Declan: Exactly.
Cara: But without me you might lose. Holding that Championship is your dream!
Declan: It is. But I'm always going to put your needs before mine, Cara.
The fluttering in Cara's chest intensified and small tears began trickling down her cheeks. When she spoke, an overpowering sense of determination filled her words.
Cara: I'm going out there, whether you want me to or not. We're a team.
Declan smiled and nodded his head.
Declan: Like I could ever tell you what to do anyway, right? What was I thinking?
Cara erupted into fit of delighted laughter and rolled onto her back in the process. She soon quietened and looked up from the pillow, into Declan's eyes. She playfully pinched him on the leg, to which he retaliated by tickling her on the stomach. She giggled uncontrollably once more and squealed for him to stop. At her words, Declan withdrew and rested his left hand in Cara's right. Cara clutched her second hand over Declan's and squeezed tightly, before speaking.
Cara: You're really weird.
Declan: That's a lovely thing to say...
Cara: You got so angry at Brandon, but you've never been mad at me once.
Declan: That's because I love you.
Cara: I love you too. But, like, I remember when we first started dating and I'd watch you wrestle. I'd see you so physical and ruthless, I used to get scared that you'd treat me like that. But you're like a little, baby lamb when we're together.
Cara climbed onto Declan's body once more and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her soft, thick, glowing, blonde hair.
Declan: Cara, you're special. This side of me that you see, you're the only one I've ever shown it to.
Cara: Liar.
Cara light-heartedly stuck her tongue out at Declan, who only seemed confused.
Cara: What about Alfy?
Declan: He wasn't real.
Cara: But you still loved him. And what about Jeremy?
Declan's jaw dropped in stunned amazement. Cara grinned sweetly and placed her lips to Declan's cheek. She ran her tongue along his face and then whispered reassuringly into his ear.
Cara: And he loved you Declan, just like a son. And, just like he was there whenever you needed him, I'll never leave your side.
A smile overcame Declan's face and he chuckled deeply.
Declan: And as a team, we can't lose.
End
She felt a rough hand rip the blindfold from her eyes. The tears chilled on her cheeks, as she examined her surroundings. It was still dim, but the glow of a nearby fire gave a low illumination to the otherwise pitch black warehouse. The concrete was cold on her feet. The howling wind was icy on her naked body. But the thing that chilled her the most was the video camera pointing directly at her face. Behind it's dreadful lens, was the pale face of a vile man. His teeth were bared in a jagged, yellow smile and his eyes were thin, like slits from a dagger. As he grinned, his face contorted and filled with deep cracks in his flesh. He was like some sort of hideous beast.
"Lay it down," the thing behind the camera hissed.
Without warning, she felt two iron hands clasp her by both shoulders and slam her to the floor. The back of her skull bounced on the concrete, sending a sharp pain shooting through her entire body.
"It?" a second, deeper, voice inquired far above her.
"Fuck yeah," the first voiced returned. "It's nothing but a piece of ass. Just a piece of ass for all four of you guys to do whatever you want to."
"I'm going first," a third, booming, voice croaked.
She let out a terrified scream, as she felt a second pair of freezing hands grab her by the thighs and spread her legs apart.
"Grab the bitch's throat!" the original voice spat in an enraged jeer.
She felt a hand clutch her neck and squeeze deeply into her flesh. She could feel her face turn red, as she gasped desperately for air, but could gain nothing. The hideous lens was shoved only inches away from her face and she could feel the stained spit of the venomous thing behind it splatter on her face.
"Listen you fucking slut!" the original voice commanded, in a horrible, raspy tone. "Your ours! We do what we want with you and you fucking take it!"
The beast pulled a sharp, silver knife from it's coat pocket. Her attempts to breathe grew more desperate, but still nothing would come. She could feel her body beginning to tremble and sweat coldly in panic.
"And if you try to resist or call for help", the beast behind the camera stated, as if a fact. "I'm going to slice your fucking pussy open to your stomach. Got it?!"
She felt a harsh sting, as the monster jabbed her quickly in the side with the blade. She desperately nodded, feeling the life being drained from her body. He grinned and placed the knife back in his coat.
"Then get started, boys."
The hand released her throat, but, with her first breath, she erupted with a horrified wail of terror, as she felt a deep, stabbing pain of flesh in her crotch.
Cara Costello awoke, covered in a cold sweat. She instantly placed a hand between her legs and then sighed with relief. She then turned to the window that encompassed the entire East wall and found herself bathed in golden sunlight. That memory was only a nightmare now. A nightmare from someone's life that wasn't her own.
Their home was somewhat small. It contained only two bedrooms (the smaller of which had been turned into an office), one bathroom, a kitchen, a comfortable sized living room and a spacious balcony that overlooked downtown Los Angeles. By a regular person's standards, it was more than enough for one couple, but Cara knew Declan could afford almost any home he desired. She knew he had chosen this place as a home intentionally. Just like her, he was trying to escape a past life.
And that comforted her.
Declan cherished the apartment because it was not big. Cara loved it because it was so small. While Declan enjoyed living in the apartment because it allowed him to escape the spacious mansion he had spent his childhood in, Cara found the notion of a smaller space absolutely delightful. It symbolised that he didn't need to ever have space away from her. That he could be at his happiest when she was right there by his side.
Cara felt a sense of euphoria whenever she was here. She had never been able to call a place 'home' before this apartment. She had grown up in a house where she was the victim of constant physical and emotional abuse at the hands of her father. She had spent most of her teenage years sleeping on the floor of a small flat that Vick Ace's then girlfriend, Stephanie Minx, rented. But this apartment with Declan was different. Whether they were eating dinner on the balcony, sharing a hot bath, laughing at Declan's terrible jokes or snuggling in each other's arms in the middle of the night, this place was the first where she had felt at peace. Where she felt she could relax and truly forget all her worries in the world.
Cara then turned to the opposite wall, to see Declan Prescott sitting in a chair on his cell phone. He smiled as he saw her, but spoke into the phone in an unfriendly, commanding voice.
Declan: Listen to me Brown, you don't like me, I get that. God knows, I can't stand you. But Aesc is the wild card in this match. We don't know what he's - Yes, I know you've beaten him before, but he's changed since then. He's more aggressive. His... hunger for the Title is unmatched. It makes sense for us to work together. We eliminate him early in the match and then settle it between ourselves. It'll help us both.
A long silence passed, as Declan began irritably tapping his fingers to his thighs. Eventually he rolled his eyes and barked nastily into the phone.
Declan: You'll think about it?! Good, you do that! See how far it gets you!
Declan angrily snapped the fold out phone shut and then hurled it through the doorway. He turned once again to Cara, with a kind smile, any hint of anger gone from his face. He stood and Cara felt her entire body tighten slightly, as the sight of his naked flesh standing before her. He made his way casually toward the bed and slipped between the sheets. Cara instantly wrapped her own body - also devoid of any clothing - around his. His skin was incredibly soft and she quivered, as he ran one hand through her hair and wrapped the other around her lower back.
Declan: Good morning, sweetheart.
Declan spoke with a soft, cheerful tone, before kissing Cara gently on the forehead. She grinned and nuzzled her face into his neck.
Cara: Good morning.
Declan: How'd you sleep?
Cara: Good.
Declan: You had a nightmare, didn't you?
Cara dug her nails into Declan's back very slightly. He seemed to notice and gave her a second kiss.
Declan: You looked really scared when you woke up. And you're covered in cold sweat.
Cara: It was nothing.
Declan obviously didn't believe her lie and kissed her a third time. He then began stroking her hair in silence. Cara eventually broke the silence and spoke with a serene tone.
Cara: I'm okay now.
Declan: I'm glad.
Cara cleared her throat and spoke louder this time, clearly wanting to change not only the topic of conversation, but the atmosphere of the room.
Cara: Brandon didn't like your idea?
Declan: It's impossible to know. He's playing his cards close to his chest and isn't giving me any clues. It's a smart move by him.
Cara: Does that mean he has the advantage now?
Declan: Well, he knows about one of my plans. Of course, you of all people would know that I always have more than one.
Cara: I know you can do it.
Cara grinned broadly and placed her lips on Declan's. She felt him pull her body towards his, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. She shuddered heavily and the two continued intimately for several pleasurable moments. Cara then withdrew to catch her breath and, before she could resume, Declan spoke. His tone was very serious.
Declan: Which reminds me of something.
Cara: What did I do?
Cara's voice had filled with a sense of impending dread and she could already feel the tears swelling in her eyes. Declan shook his head and placed both hands gently on Cara's shoulders.
Declan: No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to talk about the triple threat match on Saturday.
Cara: I won't let you down. I promise I won't!
Declan: You could never let me down, sweetie. But, I have a favour to ask you.
Cara: I'll make sure you win!
Declan: No, not that. I want you to stay backstage during the match.
Cara felt a numbness take hold of her entire body. She stared at Declan blankly, as her stomach started hurting.
Cara: You don't want me?
Declan: No, it's not that. It's just that, at Sentinel, you came really close to being seriously injured. I wasn't able to protect you and if anything ever happened to you, I'd...
Declan drifted into silence, but he may as well have said the words, as Cara knew exactly what he meant. The pain in her stomach disappeared, replaced by a flutter in her heart.
Cara: You're worried about me.
Declan: Exactly.
Cara: But without me you might lose. Holding that Championship is your dream!
Declan: It is. But I'm always going to put your needs before mine, Cara.
The fluttering in Cara's chest intensified and small tears began trickling down her cheeks. When she spoke, an overpowering sense of determination filled her words.
Cara: I'm going out there, whether you want me to or not. We're a team.
Declan smiled and nodded his head.
Declan: Like I could ever tell you what to do anyway, right? What was I thinking?
Cara erupted into fit of delighted laughter and rolled onto her back in the process. She soon quietened and looked up from the pillow, into Declan's eyes. She playfully pinched him on the leg, to which he retaliated by tickling her on the stomach. She giggled uncontrollably once more and squealed for him to stop. At her words, Declan withdrew and rested his left hand in Cara's right. Cara clutched her second hand over Declan's and squeezed tightly, before speaking.
Cara: You're really weird.
Declan: That's a lovely thing to say...
Cara: You got so angry at Brandon, but you've never been mad at me once.
Declan: That's because I love you.
Cara: I love you too. But, like, I remember when we first started dating and I'd watch you wrestle. I'd see you so physical and ruthless, I used to get scared that you'd treat me like that. But you're like a little, baby lamb when we're together.
Cara climbed onto Declan's body once more and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into her soft, thick, glowing, blonde hair.
Declan: Cara, you're special. This side of me that you see, you're the only one I've ever shown it to.
Cara: Liar.
Cara light-heartedly stuck her tongue out at Declan, who only seemed confused.
Cara: What about Alfy?
Declan: He wasn't real.
Cara: But you still loved him. And what about Jeremy?
Declan's jaw dropped in stunned amazement. Cara grinned sweetly and placed her lips to Declan's cheek. She ran her tongue along his face and then whispered reassuringly into his ear.
Cara: And he loved you Declan, just like a son. And, just like he was there whenever you needed him, I'll never leave your side.
A smile overcame Declan's face and he chuckled deeply.
Declan: And as a team, we can't lose.
End
