Epyllion

She lay sprawled over the bed, her arms and legs spread out in a formless limp. Her naked body was covered only by that of a single silk sheet, which she wrung as tight as she could around herself. The vulnerability was almost overwhelming to her, a cool draft always seeping through the sheet no matter how hard she wrapped herself around it.
A shadow blocked the light from her deep brown eyes. She looked up to see the silhouette of a tall slim man looming over of her, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He had a short scruffy cut of sandy blonde hair, and the iciest blue eyes.
He leaned down and gingerly moved her long and straight dark brown hair behind her ears. The girls breathing became erratic. A mixture of fear and something she couldnt name blasted through her within seconds. She could feel her whole body trembling in shock.
Dont move you, he demanded. The intensity of his voice echoing through the small room made her shiver even more. Something deep within her crept along her spine. She knew that she couldnt move even if she wanted to. She remained stone still in shock, and could only nod. He eyed her for a few everlasting seconds with those piercing yet beautiful icy blue eyes, and then briskly walked out the small bedroom door and slammed it shut.
My name is not you, she whispered. Its Jay. A sudden rush of anger and embarrassment blushed her cheeks.
Jay looked around the bedroom. The walls were white and the floors were light wood. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to cry. She knew that the pristine looking room was only a cover up to a darker world.
Jay could hear the sound of the footsteps stomping with thunderous thumps. The man swung open the door open, as if in a fury, and carried a large black camera in his hand and a tripod in another. He set up the tripod in a brash heat, and plopped the camera on top of it.
You girl, you dont know how lucky you are. he chuckled as he gave a final glance at the tripod and camera set up. The only reason youre not dead is because Ive been captured by your beauty.
A crash of emotions consumed her all at once! Why would he want to kill her in the first place? Was he going to kill her after he was done with her? A strange strangling feeling in her heart emerged as the words filtered in the back of her mind.
Jays mouth became dry. She felt cold and clammy from the sweat that began to form on her bare skin and began to shiver uncontrollably. The man quickly turned to her and embraced her in his warm arms. The silk sheet slowly slipped from her body, drifting down from the bed and to the wooden floor, exposing her well developed breasts. Jay felt a strange comfort flow through her, and stopped shivering almost instantly.
In a sudden rage, she barred her teeth. This was her only chance. She was a survivor! With all of her strength she threw the man off of her and onto the wooden floor.
Within seconds, he was on his feet, a nasty snarl spreading across his lips as he raised his hand as if to strike her.
Jay flinched, still staring into his icy blue eyes. She could feel them digging deeper and deeper until she felt her heart tear, never to be mended again.
That was a warning! he growled at her. Next time, dont expect me to be nice! Now
The man grabbed Jays arm so tightly that soft whimpers of pain escaped through her, as he led her to a spot a few feet away from the front of the camera.
Her breathing became heavier as that sense of vulnerability ate away at her naked flesh once again. The man walked behind the tripod and stared at her; his eyes seemed to make Jay stay rooted upon the spot.
Okay you, at least pretend to be happy. he said to her.
A great fire of pain, fear and hatred boiled within her until she couldnt take it any more.
No, she said, her voice hoarse and dry.
What did you ****ing say to me, you bitch?! he asked.
I said no, she repeated, trying to seem calm though she felt hot tears fall down her cheek. And my name is not you, its Jay!
The mans breathing became heavy with rage as he whipped from his pocket a small knife. In a flash, the knife pressed into Jays cheek. The cold penetrated through her and she gasped between sobs. He pressed harder and harder until it seemed to brand her cheek in coldness.
I could still easily kill you. I could do it right now. I could cut your cheeks and let the blood flow. But I need to keep you perfect for the photos.
Jay was still sobbing and whimpering between his words.
You damn coward, the man said. Wipe your goddamn tears and stand in front of the camera! Dont you go acting like the others. Youre supposed to be better than they were.
Jay wiped her wet cheeks, and looked into the camera lens, unflinching. If she was going to survive, she had to play the game. Please God, let her play the game so hed let her live.
Remember what I said for you to do? he said.
Jay nodded, trembling again.
Then dont act stupid! Do it!
Im not stupid! Jay retorted.
Her voice was strong, a wave of confidence surging through her. What was she doing? She was going to get herself killed for sure. But a thought nagged her. What if -
The man snarled at her and pulled out the knife again. He walked closer and closer to Jay. She didnt move, flinch, or blink. She merely let out a single laugh.
Go ahead. Kill me. she said.
Dont think I wont!
You wont because youre too scared. The whole thing you said about me being too beautiful to kill was a cover up for your own cowardliness. Im not the coward, you are.
After a long, silent pause, the man let out a snort.
You have some nerve you, talking about me like that, he said coolly. He advanced, backing Jay up towards the bed.
No, stay right where you are.
Jay froze. She didnt know why or how, but she couldnt move any further. The man walked back to the tripod and looked through the camera. After a few minutes of adjusting and talking to himself, he looked back to Jay and pressed the button once.
You, tweak your tits, he demanded.
Jay almost retorted but remembered the cold blade pressing against her skin. She rubbed at the place where shed felt the blade bite into her skin. As she fumbled and squeezed until her nipples hardened, the man gave a final snap of the camera and smiled.
Approaching Jay, he slammed her onto the bed. The force of the fall onto the mattress winded her. She gasped for breath as he brandished that gleaming knife again, but this time he aimed it between her breasts. Jay tried to escape, but the man trapped her body between his muscular legs. He hoisted himself so that he was centimeters away from her face.
I have to say, Jay, that I am very disappointed, he said through clenched teeth.
With all her might, she struggled, kicking and batting at his face and torso. No, this cant be happening. She wasnt like the others, she was different! She was going to live!
Before she could open her mouth to remind him of this, before she could even think, a flash of pain ruptured her chest. And with a hard thud she fell onto the floor. A small river of blood flowed onto the pale wooden planks as the man licked the blood off of his knife with a smile of satisfaction.


-- Edited by kutipi2 at 12:32, 2007-09-21