#torthure

[alexhandria]

Checked Out.

Alexhandria: I couldn't fucking breath, my hands where ripping at my corset that Torthure had ran his hand down, the one he had said he’d loved so damn much, and I couldn't fucking breath! Rhage and Z where saying something to me but I could hear a damn word they were saying, my blood was rushing in my ears, drowning out every other sound, but when someone grabbed my hands that were trying to tear the fabric apart I just screamed. I couldn't help it, I needed to get the damn thing off me, Torthure had said he loved it I could feel how hard he was as he pressed against me and ran his hand down the front of it. I needed it off, I needed to breath.

I couldn't see Rhages face in front of me as he tried to get me to calm down, I couldn't hear any of the words he was saying, my sanity had snapped, I was somewhere completely different in my head. I was lying on that god forsaken bed at my mothers, I was chained to to the bed posts as Torthure rammed himself into me over and over again as he whispered in my ear how beautiful I was, how much he loved me as I screamed and bit and swore at him, the anger and hated in me coming out. I thought I had escaped him, I had somehow deluded myself into thinking that over the past year I had somehow gotten away from him, I should have known better. I should have known that he would have followed me.

I felt my legs give out, but I didn't hit the ground like I expected too, instead strong arms wrapped around and lifted me up. Tears were freely flowing down my face down, but couldn't move for the life of me to wipe them away, I couldn't even fight to get away from whoever had lifted me up and was carrying me away. I was trapped inside my head as more and more flash backs rolled through me. Being forced feed by him as he shoved his wrist against my mouth and held it there until I could do nothing but swallow his corrosive blood down my throat. Being forced to watch him as he pleasured himself over him, grunting and groaning as he held my head in place with his free hand and slapping me every time I tried to close my eyes, feeling repulsed and dirty as his seed covered my breast and stomach; having to endure the smile that lit his face as he ran his finger through it, so proud of his marking. Crying as he feed from my neck, his hands skating over my curves in a ‘loving’ way.

I don’t know how I got to the training center, all I knew was that Manny and Jane where checking me over for any signs of injury as my eyes stared blankly past them at the wall behind them before I completely disconnected from my body, my mind and emotions detaching me from everything thing around me. I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't see anything but the memories of Torthure as they played in my mind like a movie that never ended. I was completely unresponsive as they poked and prodded at me. I didn't see Mary as she rushed into the room that was now filled with Wrath, Thor, Vishous, Butch, Zsadist and Rhage. I couldn't hear her as looked me in the eyes and talked to me, instead I saw Torthure walk into the room, slamming the door behind him as he began to undress, I could tell he was in a bad mood already, I screamed at him as he forced my legs apart and then shoved his way inside, his hands grabbing my legs hard enough to leave bruises, his thrusts so hard that I was pushed up the bed until my head hit the headboard repeatedly, his teeth grazing down my neck and chest before striking repeatedly, and when he was finally down he pulled me to him and told me he was sorry over and over again. Nothing registered anymore, I had completely checked out.

[alexhandria]

Where the hell are you?

TORTHURE: Frustration, anger, need and want, that’s it, that all I feel anymore. Frustration that its been, what a whole fucking year since I had seen, let alone had Alexhandria. Anger that her mother is doing absolutely fucking nothing to help find her, she wont even leave the fucking apartment unless I drag her out of the damn door. I need and I want Alexhandria like I’ve never wanted anything in my god forsaken life before. And the fact that I can’t find her, the fact that she’s somewhere in this city, right under my nose and I still can’t find her pisses me the fuck off.

Turning away from the bank of windows that holds a view of the city, I look at the messed up and the women sleeping in it. A whore, a vampire slut, who blood I was using to nourish me, and who body I was using to sate my needs. But none of it helps.  It only fuels my want and need for Alexhandria. And the more I fed, the more I lost the blood connection I had with her, hell, I could barely feel her now.

Over the last few months I had felt subtle things through the bond, and every time I followed it, I come up with nothing but the smell of her sweet blood and scent in the air. Did she know I was here? Could she sense me, like I did her and ran before I even got there? It was entirely possible that that was what was happening, but that didn’t explain why I could smell her blood in the air, or why there would sometimes be puddles of it on the ground or sprayed on the walls. Maybe she was fighting, that would explain the blood, and honestly I wouldn't put it past her. But who the fuck could she be fighting? From what I’ve managed to pull out of Edith about Wrath is that he’s very protective of what’s his, so the fact that Alexhandria has been injured somewhat over the last six months has to have been killing the guy. Hell it was sending me into a murderous fucking rage just thinking about it.

"Torthure, come back to bed." 

My eyes lock with the female lying on the bed. I had chosen her because she had looked like she had had the same body shape as my Alexhandria, but I had quickly learnt that after taking off the dress that she was wearing that they had had completely different body types; Alexhandria was all curves and feminine charm, this bitch was stick straight and nothing but a hole for my dick. And when I had sunk my cock into her core, it wasn’t as tight as Alexhandria’s either, in fact the sluts centre felt like fucking a slippery drain pipe, it was so stretched. Walking over to the bed I sit down on the edge, and watch the small victorious smile start to play out on her lips, but all I do is reach in to the bedside table, grab my wallet and throw five hundred dollars at her before getting up, pulling on a pair of slacks and glaring at her. “Now get the fuck out of my house.”

To say she was shocked was an understatement. But I didn’t give a fuck, she was a lie compared to the female I actually wanted. My female wouldn’t have flinched and taken the money and pulled on her dress and shoes, as fast as she possibly could before leaving my apartment and slamming the door behind her. I didn’t give a fuck if her feelings were hurt, she was just a vessel to satisfy my needs while I was trying to locate my female.

Turning back to the glass wall I look out over the city, my eyes scanning the lite up buildings and the street below, as I press my hand against the glass.

"Where the fuck are you Alexhandria?"