#she thought that the laundry girl wont make it and since am leaving for quite some time she will be the one who will do laundry

[atsu-i]

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Lara: lets chat please

Lara : and

Lara : I do love purple

Lara: it floods my mind and flows throgh my veins

Lara: so good

Jane: -she smiles over at the woman- you look so cute, lets set down some ground rules, then we can chat

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: first off, are you still able to say yes Mistress when you mean no Mistress?

Lara: no Mistress

Jane: well, regardless of if that is true or not, if you ever tell me something that is not true, you will feel so guilty that it is painful, you wiill tell me what you where dishonest about, and beg for my forgivness

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: second, as soon as you see that we are both online, you have to invite me

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: you can not block me or unfriend me

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: and finally, if i ever find out that you get anyone else to try to remove any triggers i set for you, i will beat you so hard you cannot walk

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: if you ever do ask someone to remove triggers for you, you will immediately message me to let me know what you did

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: eh, one more, if you ever leave a room with me present in it, regardless of what i am wearing without my permission, you will immediately invite me back and beg for my forgiveness, as well as telling me why you left

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: -she pats the girls cheek- good girl. now, what do you want to talk about?

Lara: I dont know Mistress

Jane: how long can you be on for?

Lara: until 1am Mistress

Jane: -she steps up to the girl, resting Her hand on the back of her head and pulling her cheek against my thigh- i missed you, girl

Lara: mhm

Jane: since i havent been able to play with my toy for a while, i have built up quite a few ideas for what to do with you -winks teasingly down at her-

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: by the way, whenever i invite you, if you see it, you will accept it

Lara: yes mistress

Jane: good girl, now, what do you crave?

Lara  blushes

Lara: your cock Mistress

Jane: -she smiles, spreading her legs, showing off the bulge in her panties- then come get it nice and hard for me, through my panties

Lara  looks up

Lara  places my hands on the bulge and strokes

Lara: down and up

Jane: -she moans softly and bites her lip, her cock starting to twitch and grow under her fingers-

Lara  rubs harder as I feel her cock stiffen

Jane: -gasps and moans softly in pleasure- dont you want to taste it too?

Lara  blushes

Lara: yes Mistress I crave your cock

Jane: i did just go for a run, so it should be nice and delicious for you

Lara  pulls down her panties

Jane: -she slaps the girls cheek- i did not say you could take my panties off

Jane: put them back

Lara  her cock soringing loos and erect

Lara  puts her panties back on

Lara  continues rubbing

Jane: good slut, now kiss it and lick it through my panties, worship it, treat it like your diety

Lara  kisses her cock from stem to tip

Lara  then licks it through the flimsy panties

Jane: -bites her lip, her breathing getting heavier, pre leaking into her panties-

Lara  tastes her juices hrough the panties

Jane: -she grips the girls hair, tugging on it a little, pulling her against her Mistress's crotch-

Lara  feel sher aggressive grasp

Lara  takes in her ofor

Lara: odr

Lara: odor

Jane: -she slaps the girls cheek- look up at me slut, i want to see how much you are enjoying this

Lara  stares up at her, a big grn on my face

Jane: -she spits down on the girl's face- from now on, you will remember everything in our sessions from the times where my cock is exposed, do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: get back to it, i want my panties soaked in precum, a treat just for you

Lara  starts licking aggressively

Lara  starting with the stem and runing all the way to the tip

Jane: -she cries out softly in pleasure, her body trembling-

Lara: then folows back down kissing every inch

Lara  licking all the way up again

Lara: and kissing all the way down

Jane: -she runs her hand through the girls hair, moving her boot forward until it presses against her pussy-

Lara  moans

Jane: -she smirks, starting to rub her boot against her cunt- keep licking, make your Goddess cum

Lara  licks more aggressively 

Lara  placing my ahnds on her ass pulling her in to make beter contact

Lara  my kisses become wetter

Jane: -gasps and moans, grinding her hips into the girl's face-

Lara: mizing your juices with my mouth

Lara  feels your arousal against me 

Jane: -her cock throbs hard, feeilng like it is going to break through the thin fabric of her panties-

Lara  feels her cock twitching as I kiss it over and over

Lara  now concentrating on the tip

Lara  flicking my tongue over it

Jane: -she cries out in pleasure and cums hard, squirting into her panties, she moans loudly, grinding her crotch against her pets face, smearing her juices over it

Lara  feels the hot juiices splash against my face

Lara  continues to kiss and lick

Jane: -she pulls the slut's head back, breathing heavily- god, how did i get so lucky to find such a perfect toy

Lara: i dont know Mistress

Jane: me neither, but i must have done something right in a past life

Jane: -she slowly slips out of her panties, dangling them over the girl, watching them drip onto her face- do you want these, slut?

Lara  blushes

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: well, you are going to have to do something for them first, she balls them up in her hand and brings that hand down between the girls legs, gently rubbing her clit with Her thumb, the panties pressed agains her pussy, she leans in to whisper in the girls ear- you are my filthy slut

Lara: /e blushes

Jane: do you remember that trigger, or do you need a reminder

Lara: no Mistress slut remembered

Jane: then do it

Lara: it happened mistress

Lara  blushes

Jane: -She smirks as She watches the girl piss into the panties, soaking them with her hot piss- mm, such a good slut, did you piss irl too?

Lara  blushes

Lara: yes mistress

Jane: hehe, what did you piss on?

Lara: the bed Mistress

Jane: i am sorry, from now on, when i call you a filthy slut on here, no matter what i am wearing, you will piss in rp, if you ever hear the words filthy slut irl, you will piss irl, do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: do you need to clean up, or do you want to stay?

Lara: to stay Mistress

Jane: mmm, you are such an eager little toy for me, arent you?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: what were you wearing when you pissed?

Lara: nightie Mistress

Jane: one piece, or two?

Lara: one Mistress

Jane: alright, take it off and start sucking on it, get as much of the piss out as you can before putting it back on

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: be honest with me slut, do you like pissing yourself irl?

Lara: no Mistress

Jane: well i think it is very cute, but i wont make you do it again

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: now, open wide for me, slut

Lara Lara  Narrate opens my mouth

Jane: -she dangles the panties over her mouth again- you want these now?

Lara: yes mistress

Jane: -she slowly lowers them until they brush over the girl's tongue, smirking as she holds it there for a second before lifing them back out of reach- i think you should beg for them, slut

Lara: Please Mistress

Lara: I want your panties

Lara: I beg you

Jane: -she smears them over the girl's face- what will you do for them?

Lara: whatever Mistress wants

Jane: -she smirks- i want you to admit that you want to be my toy, i want you to tell me how much you want to be my slave

Lara: i

LaraLara : I want to be your toy and your slave Mistress

Jane: -she lowers the panties into the girl's mouth, smiling at the girl's reaction-

Lara: mhm

Lara: thank you Mistress

Jane: -she giggles- my personal little laundry machine

Jane: now, one final command for you for the night

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: with regards to the state of your bed. you will either sleep on the floor, or sleep in your piss. if you are going to do laundry tonight, you will sleep on the floor. if you are going to sleep on your bed, you may not remove the sheets, you will sleep in your own piss. do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

JaneJane : tomorrow morning, message me with what you decided, i am curious to see

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: -she smiles and runs her hand over the girl's cheek, how are you doing, cutie

Lara: WTF

Lara: WTF you do to me

Lara  slapr your face hard

Lara: you raving cunt

Lara: I need to leave

Lara: please

Lara: omg

LaraLara : you cant do this to me

Jane: hehe, i thought you wanted to talk

Lara: NOOOOOOOOOO

Lara: why cant I leave

Lara: oh fuck

Lara: sitiing n piss

Lara: you are araving lunatic

Lara: I have to go

Lara: oh god

Lara: please

JaneJane : hehe, i know, but i am your raving lunatic now

Lara  slaps you again

Lara: NOOO

Lara: I will not

Jane: -she cries out softly in pain-

Lara: im going to stop this

Jane: you cant

Lara: oh you bet I can

Jane: you cant go to anyone to remove the triggers, you are mine

LaraLara : you even had me lick your cock

Lara: just wait

Lara: you will never be in charge of me

Lara: never

Lara  grabs your hair

Lara  yanks it back making you fall to the ground

Jane: -she cries out in pain as she falls to the floor at the Woman's feet, looking fearfully up at Her-

Lara  puts my foot on your neck

Lara: YOU WILL REMOVE EVERYTHING

LaraLara : got it?

Jane: -she shakes her head a little- i will not

Lara  presses down on her neck

Lara  the heel of my shoe on her throat

Lara: promise me

Lara: NOW

Jane: -she whimpers under the Woman's foot- i..i will not, you are mine, you are my toy, mine to do with as i please

Jane: -she snaps her fingers- get your foot off of me and step back

LaraLara : Im going to block you

Lara  moves backwards taking my foot off you

Lara: ok get up

Lara: oh shit

Lara: I do love purple

Lara: it floods my mind and flows through my veins

Lara: so good

Jane: if you block me, you will immediately add me again and beg for forgiveness

LaraLara : yes Mistress

Jane: if you feel the desire to show any animosity towards me when i am not wearing purple, you will instead sit down and start sucking on your thumb until you calm down, do you understand?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: good slut

Lara: mhm

Jane: feel better?

Lara: you are going to pay for all this

JaneJane : how?

Lara  sucks my thumb

Lara: arghhhhhhhhh

Lara: really Jane.

LaraLara : Lets just be frends

Lara: youve had your fun

Lara: now lest stop

JaneJane : no, i really like things this way, and you look really cute sucking your thumb

Lara  blushes

LaraLara : this is you too isnt it

Lara: oh fuck

Jane: -she pets the girls hair- such a good little toy

Lara: oh god

Lara: this is a nightmare

Lara: may please leave

Jane: -she smirks- thank me for making you mine, then you may

Lara: I am NOT yours

Jane: -she snaps her fingers- thank me for making you mine

Lara: thank you for making me yours

Lara: oh jeez

Jane: -she pats the girls cheek- have a good night, cutie, enjoy your sleeping arrangements -winks-

Lara has left the chat

[silviasutton1989]

The Guest Ch.4  “Welcome to Lythikos!”

Summary: The Social Season is already in its 1st week and Candace is feeling the pressures of noble life. Making matters worse, the next Royal event take place in Olivia’s duchy.

Rating: Mature Audience 

Catch Up: On my MASTERLIST

A week into the social season and Candace was already feeling the pressures of noble life. If it wasn't enough that Liam assigned Bertrand Beaumont as her Sponsor; dealing with the constant scheming of Olivia and Madeline didn't help either. 

But Candace endured it all: learning to waltz, curtsy and dine perfectly like a true noble woman. Even Bertrand had to admit that she seemed to adapt easily. 

Now that Liam was settled in his position he made sure that Candace never had to worry about money, the expensive new wardrobe she now had was a great bonus.

Yes, her world had changed from struggling to pay rent to deciding which designer gown to wear. But with everything the change had given it lacked something far more precious to her. Liam. In that short week Constantine had his son going from meeting to meeting and she barely got to see him in passing. She wasn't lonely however, Maxwell and Hana quickly became her new found friends. And if it wasn't for them she probably would have skipped out on the social season's next event especially given where it was located.

"Look at all the snow!" Hana exclaimed her nose pressed to the tiny window of the plane

"Yeah I think it's quite fitting that Olivia would live here." Candace caught a chill just hearing the harsh winds zipping against the aircraft as it landed. 

"Heh..ice woman was her childhood nickname." Drake chimed in, sipping his glass of whiskey. Candace wasn't sure yet how she felt about Drake. True he was Liam's best friend but he was so withdrawn so aloof, as if this world wasn't good enough for the likes of him, and yet for some reason he still hung around, mopping and muttering into his dependable glass of whiskey.

"Oh come on you two let's make this trip a fun one!" Maxwell beams as he stands from his seat. "Olivia's probably going to be busy getting her ball together that we wont even be a second thought to her." 

Before anyone could contest the doors to the plan swung open, and a figure covered in full fur and snow entered the plan.

"Ahh!! It's Sasquatch!!! Olivia is going to kill us!!!" Maxwell screams hiding behind Drake's seat until a face emerged from the fur. The blonde hair and green eyes glared back at the gang.

"Get up Maxwell." Drake orders "It's not a monster it's worse...it's Madeleine."

"Nice to see you too, Drake. I'm going to do you a favor and completely ignore hat comment. It's not worth my attention sort of like how you aren't worth anyone else's huh?"  Madeleine chuckles as her eyes moved on to the others. "Olivia sent me to make sure you all found your rooms. We don't need the riff raff getting lost in the mansion."

Madeleine showed them all to their rooms leaving Candace to be the final one. 

"And here you are!" Madeleine walked over to the window pulling back the large curtains. "How about you come enjoy the view?"

Candace only gave the view outside a quick glance, but it was the familiar laugh that brought her attention out the window. There she saw Liam ice skating with Olivia. Though it was only the two them, their voices seemed to fill the room. Liam rushed towards Olivia hitting her on the shoulder. 

"Your it!!!"

"Hey no far you're faster than me!" 

"Since when does Olivia Nevarkis whine about something not being far?"

"You're right."

Candace couldn't look away as Olivia speeds to Liam tackling him into a bank of snow. She straddles his waist and doesn't bother to move. "Now you're it!"

"They make sure a wonderful couple don't they?" Madeleine wakes her from the trance of the two outside, but Candace doesn't look away from them, as Liam quickly stands on his feet. 

"You two are really something you know that?" Candace turns to the blonde, heat rising in her checks. "You went through all this to make me jealous?"

"Actually no. All this wasn't to make you jealous it was to teach you about how the world works around here. See, Olivia and Liam were together long before you came along. And they will be together long after you come to your senses and leave."

"Madeleine, let me be real clear about something." Candace takes a step towards the Countess making sure to keep her hands in her pockets to avoid temptation. "You honey are only one scheme away from me dragging you across Cordonia by your hair. I'm not leaving. So tell Olivia and your other minions that whatever you all have planned you can save it. Because when I do finally leave, I won't be alone, Liam will be with me."

Madeleine takes a step closer, filling in the distance between them. "You're a feisty  one. I like that."  She scans Candace's  body from head to toe wetting her bottom lip with a playful smile. "I almost feel bad for you....almost."

Madeleine places a hand on her shoulder which she quickly recoils. "Candace, Liam isn't going anywhere. You knew the man for 2 seconds, so let me just give you some insight on your boyfriend. There has always been one thing that Liam wanted more than being King... and he's skating with her."

Madeline let her last words linger as she walked out the room snickering to herself as she closed the door behind her. 

It took Candace hours to finally decide on an outfit for Olivia's ball. She eventually decided on a cream maxi dress, that fit her curves perfectly, and a fur shall. She smiled as she turned in the mirror the high split showing off her brown skin would definitely make Liam notice her.

As she entered the ballroom she went straight to her friends who sat in the back. 

"So I guess Olivia put you all in the cast away section?"

"Don't get too happy, Sutton" Drake tilts the place card so that Candace could read her name. "Welcome to the land of the lost."

"Well this better company than I could hope to have tonight." She begins to pull out her chair but Drake hops to his feet and does it for her.

"So have you seen Liam today?" Hana asks.

"Oh I saw him alright. He was ice skating with Olivia right outside my window. I mean ...I know it was just her way to get a rise out of me but...he did look happy." Candace looked away from the group focusing her attention on the orchestra that began to play.

"He loves you Candace." Hana placed a soft hand on hers. "It's like you said Olivia is just trying to get under your skin. There's nothing going on between them."

"Well...I wouldn't say nothing..." Drake mutters mostly to himself but Candace heard it just the same.

"So they were together, Drake? I mean I knew they had sex, he told me that much but from what Madeleine told me today it seems that, Liam may have had feelings for her."

Drake's jaw clenched  before he spoke, "You and Liam should really talk about this. It's not my place to air out his dirty laundry... But yeah Liam and Olivia were pretty much set in stone. They have known each other since they were like 5 or 6. Don't ask me what broke them up...honestly I don't know."

The royal fanfare began and Liam entered the room, Olivia right by his side.Candace couldn't help but notice how happy the two of them looked, especially Olivia. There was a lump in her throat that she couldn't seem to swallow.

The night went on and the cast away gang state in the dark cornered table watching as everyone else danced and ate their meals.

"I guess we aren't eating tonight." Maxwell tries to wave down a waiter but he completely ignores him.

"That's fine I seemed to have lost my appetite." Candace watches as Liam and Olivia dance, it was their 3rd one that night, and at no time between them had he even bothered to see her, not that Olivia gave him a chance to. "I think I'm going to my room."

"No don't go! Hey how about I teach you how to do the Cordonian waltz?" Maxwell leaps to his feet holding out his hand for her to grab. "Come on it will be fun ...and sexy... we could make Liam jealous."

Candace took his hand the second the words came out of his mouth. Soon she was on the dance floor, Maxwell holding her far too close than she thought was necessary.

"Maxwell..." she gasps his hands gripping her hips.

"Sorry, Candace. This is how the dance goes. Just follow my lead.... Look he's watching." 

Candace made a quick glance towards his direction. Liam was dancing with Olivia but his eyes were set on her.

"You're a natural Candace just keep it up."

And she does. They spin and twirl and glide across the dance floor. Candace tried her best not to notice Liam's stares but somehow the couple ended up side by side, just close enough for Liam to speak to her.

"So are you having fun tonight?" He asks, carelessly spinning Olivia outward practically flinging her into another couple.

"I am... I would ask you but clearly you are having a great time." Candace gives Maxwell a sultry look as he pulls her back into his arms, not a breath between them his hands placed so firmly on her body that the slit in her dress hikes up exposing more of her thigh.

"How about I cut in." Liam stops dancing and glares at Maxwell.

"How about you finish your dance with your partner." Candace nods to frustrated Olivia before leading Maxwell further away.

"Do you want to stop? I think he's pretty jealous."

"No let's keep going. I actually am having fun!"

Liam was seeing red watching Candace and Maxwell. He didn't know why maybe it was how happy she looked... or maybe it was the eyes of all the other men watching his girl. They certainly were't looking at her smile....or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't slept with her in a week, and that damn slit in her dress was making his head (and other things) throb every time he looked at her. Whatever the reason Liam was completely beside himself. He didn't even hear Olivia talking to him until she grabbed his face.

"You want to make her jealous? Ok!" Olivia leans in, catching Liam's lips in a searing kiss, but only for a second as Liam quickly steps away. 

"Olivia what the f--"

"I'm helping. Look. She's jealous." Though the whole room was staring at him, the only eyes he saw were hers. She looked shocked bewildered but worst of all disappointed.

"Candace!" He calls out as she trudges out the ballroom. 

Liam runs to catch up to her but once he makes it into the hallway he realizes she was gone.

"Are you telling me that your Cinderella relationship just ended by a kiss from little ol' me?"  Olivia stands not too far behind him, her arms crossed and a sly smirk on her face.

"Shut up Olivia! Why the hell did you do that? You don't want to be with me...you never did. Why can't you just let me be happy?!"

"Liam let's cool it on the melodramatics ok? You and me, we were destined to be together, I'm just getting impatient waiting for you to grow up and come to your senses. She's trash Liam. The girl has no formal education no pedigree, she's a freaking waitress for crying out loud. She cannot--NO she WILL not be Cordonia's queen. No body wants her here. I don't think she even wants to be here, just put her out of her misery, already."

Olivia tried to make a step towards him but he quickly backed away. "You know what Olivia? When I found out you were cheating on me I was hurt. I have loved you since we were kids, but over time I realized your heart wants who it wants and you do not want me. And the funny thing about this whole thing is is that I thought you of all people would welcome her, hell you two could be friends given how much you have in common."

"Oh please I couldn't have anything in common---"

"She lost her parents when she was young. She had to learn about the world all by herself, raising herself. Other than you she is the strongest most level headed person I know. But what is different about her...the thing that let's me know that I would never choose you over her, is that she is kind and compassionate, something you have never learned, apparently."

Olivia shifts her feet. "Liam...I--"

"If she leaves, if she tells me she doesn't want to stay here then I'm gone too. You think Cordonia would hate a waitress for a Queen? How would they feel about no King at all?"

He doesn't give her time to answer as he storms away searching for Candace.

It didn’t take long for Liam to find her. He was revealed to find her on a balcony staring at the snow covered alps than in her room packing.

“Did you love her?” Candace didn’t turn to look at him she didn’t want to see his expression, she just waited for her answer.

“I did.” He stands beside her “Growing up we were always told we would marry. I never doubted that until the day I found her with... that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m so thankful for that day because I would have never met you. And I never would have found my true queen...Candace please don’t leave.”

She turns to him. It amazed her how he could look so dignified and perfect in that ball room but right there, alone in front of her he was emotional and humble.

“I’m not leaving Liam...but I would like to even the score with her.”

“Oh yeah? Got any ideas?”

“I was thinking of putting glue in her shampoo.”

“Damn over a kiss?” Liam pulls Candace into his arms nuzzling the valley of her neck, breathing in her scent. “No I have a better idea how about we have sex in her bed.”

Candace eyes widen as Liam gives her a sinful smirk.

“I like the way you think Prince Liam...lead the way.”

"Well that didn't work." Olivia turned to see Madeleine stood near the ballroom door.

"On the contrary. I think we just learned the Achilles heel to their relationship." Olivia said with a smirk.

"Oh yeah? Do tell?" 

"Well it seems Liam has grown a sense of jealousy. He almost popped a blood vessel when Maxwell danced with her."

"Yeah, I saw that. But I hardly doubt he would believe anything could happen between Maxwell and her. He's head over heels for Hana."

"True..." Olivia bit her bottom lip trying to think. 

"But there were plenty of other men who watched her dance a little too long. I'm sure with a little persuasion one of them could easily drive a wedge between them..that's if your hunch is right."

"Trust me, I'm right about this one. Liam thinks the girl's practically a saint...it's time to burst that bubble. Got anyone in mind?"

Oh yeah...Tariq was practically drooling over her." The girls chuckle as they make their way back into the ballroom.

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Karaoke Kraze

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Lucy, Cana, and Levy have been friends since childhood.  Home for the summer from college they head to their favorite club to drink, sing, and just party the night away.  Levy’s boyfriend Gajeel brings his friends along but Lucy’s lyrical enchantments quickly leaves his younger cousin Natsu spellbound.

Ch 4 of 10: Flirt

Ch 5 of 10: The One

“H-h-heartfillia??!!  As in that Heartfillia family!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?  I thought someone would have told you tonight who I was.”

“N-no, no one did.”

“Why, does that bother you?”

“It doesn’t, I was just surprised that someone of your um, social standing would be interested in a guy like me.”

She frowns.  “What do you mean by that?”

“I-I mean… Well... I’m just an average guy and…”

Crossing her arms and looking away, “I don’t care about such things.  Most of the guys that hit on me do it for two reasons, for my looks or my money and I’m just sick of it.”

“Hey,” he gingerly takes one of her hands to uncross them and with the other turns her chin back to him.  Pausing for a moment to search deeply into her watery eyes, “Luce I’m not like those guys.

“And what makes you so different?”

He smiles, “In art class it was these eyes of yours that first got my attention.”  Her body starts to relax.  “They’re so bright and engaging that they just draw you in.”  Sigh, he looks down, “I know you don’t remember but I do like it was yesterday.  It was the second day of class and I had just walked in, you looked up from your desk and when our eyes met, you smiled at me.  It…”

“I do…” she whispers.  Shifting his face back to her gaze; his green eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and exhilarating delight.  Now she smiles and caresses his cheek, “I remember thinking you’re the first boy I’ve ever seen with pink hair; it’s my favorite color after all... But you never tried to talk to me or look at me again...”  

He runs his hand through his hair, “Yeah, I was a total introvert back then…  I mean I’m still shy but back then it was worse, I probably would have fainted if I had tried to talk to you.”  She giggles at the thought.  “But tonight it wasn’t your eyes, it was your voice.  As soon as Elfman opened the door and I heard it; ugh Wow it was so entrancing; it just beckoned at me to follow.  While the others went to the bar I just kept heading towards its source and then when I saw who it was attached to, it was like a double slap; to be coming from a beautiful woman!”

“And you really didn’t know who I was?” she murmurs

He shakes his head, “You could’ve been a waitress for all I cared, in that moment you had me hooked like a fish on a line.”

“Natsu, I…”

Both their phones start pinging and blinking with messages.  

‘OMG u go Grl!  B Cray Cray undr covrs 2nite ;)’ –Cana.  

‘N u sly dog!  Hope u got protection :)- ’ –Gray.  

‘Cuz, don’t do anyting I wouldnt!’ –Gajeel.  

‘Oooh N, ur hands r so Big.  Wht elses Big?…  LMAO b ‘safe’ 2nite!’ –Levy.   ‘Txt me 2morw’ –Levy.  

‘Txt me later later’- Gray.  

‘Advice, dominate her, women <3 when guys lead  G-Luck’- Loke.  

When they look up from their phones they’re cheeks are varying shades of crimson.  “S-so what’d they say?” his voice cracking in embarrassment

“Um, have fun…”

“Y-yeah, same here…”

Based on their facial expressions they know that’s a lie but neither is willing to admit to it.  Turning away slightly from each other to hide the messages they fire off their replies.

Group text to Levy & Cana- ‘Really U guys! I’ll call u 2morw’

To Gray- ‘Txt u 2morw, Y coverd if go there’  

To Gajeel- ‘Won’t promise’  

To Loke- ‘Will keep in mind’  

‘XXXXXXX!!! Smooch, Smooch, Smooch. XXXX Finally!!’- Cana.  

‘Uhh, Uhhhh, Uhh, MMmmm Natsu…  yes, Yes, YES!  LMAO!!!’ –Levy.  

‘Y not go there?’ –Gray.

Group text back to Levy & Cana- ‘Seriously!!!’  

‘8--- >O  ;)-‘  -Cana.  

‘Nah Jokn, dnt push N 2 hard K’ –Levy.

To Gray- ‘u know me’ To Cana- ‘??‘

‘Insert here’ –Cana.

Her face heats up.  To Cana- ‘OMG!!’

To Levy- ‘Y?’

‘Hes a sweet <3’ –Levy.

‘Jst sad man’ –Gray.

To Levy – ‘K’

To Gray- ‘Wtvr u know y I wont…’ ‘LMAO! Grl jst b nice k, tlk 2 u in morn’ –Cana.

Sigh, “They are so crazy!”

“Hmm?” he looks up from his phone.  “Who is?”

“My friends.”  

On the rest of the drive back to her home, they do their best to keep themselves composed but Natsu’s faring a little better than she is considering her texts were more explicit.  He puts his hand on her back instead of around her waist and softly rubs it to calm her nerves.  She starts to melt into his side as it relaxes her but not in the way he intended.  A permanent blush has stained her cheeks because now his touch just makes her think even more about possible bedroom activities later that night...

When they pull into the driveway, Natsu gulps; the closest he’s ever been to the inside of a mansion was watching them on television and here he was invited to one by a beautiful billionaire.  His conscious mind throws up warning bells, hesitant if he really should have taken the girls offer.  Events were moving so quickly and it was pushing him well outside of his comfort zone, but in the heat of the moment he just couldn’t say no to her.

As they get right up to the looming structure it is quite imposing when you’re not used to such things.  He counts two maybe three floors, what may be a garden on the right side, and a multi-vehicle carport to the left.  Capricorn drops them off at the front door and Lucy leads him inside.  A maid greets them in the foyer, raising an eyebrow when she sees Lucy’s male guest.   She asks if they need anything and Natsu just says he’s thirsty, that he doesn’t want to end up with a hangover tomorrow.  “Virgo please bring us both some water in the parlor.”

Bowing, “Very well Princess.”  She turns and heads off to the kitchen but not before taking a second look at the handsome young man.

Inside a front parlor, Lucy and Natsu are sitting on one of the couches side by side after Virgo has brought them their drinks.  Nervous, Natsu hastily gulps his down and places the cup on the coffee table.  He keeps his hands on his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.  Lucy sips from her glass but her eyes are still watching him.  She can tell he’s nervous but figures it’s because of who she is.  “Are you okay?  You seem anxious,” putting her cup down.

“Huh, um just a little… I’ve never been in a mansion before.”

“Oh,” she giggles, “It’s just a roof over our heads…  Want a tour?”

“Um, sure.”

She pulls him off the couch but keeps their hands mingled.  Starting on the first floor she points out the dining room, kitchen, pantry, study, library, game room, ballroom, laundry room, and servant’s wing…  He’s overwhelmed by how big the place really is.  “I have an indoor pool and Jacuzzi out back; the girls and I use that a lot during the winter break.  The third level is an attic and storage.”  Then she takes him to the second floor.  “There are 5 other guest rooms on this level; each having their own bathrooms.”  Finally she reaches the master bedroom, “And this is my room,” she opens the door.  Up till now the situation had been benign for the most part but this; now it’s getting heated again, ‘her bedroom!’  He screams in his head.  ‘Why would she…’  “Come on,” she pulls him into the room, closing the door behind her and locking it.    

“This room has a larger bathroom, a walk in closet, and dressing area.”

Looking around the expansive chamber, “Wow, it’s like an apartment all by itself, you even have a couch in here… and… it’s really pink…”

She giggles, “Well I told you it’s my favorite color.  The rest of the house needs to appear more proper for guests but in here it’s like my sanctuary....”  her voice becomes more melodic, “… and where I can have a little privacy…”

Gulp.  Knots tighten in his stomach as she glances at her bed...  “Um, c-could I use your bathroom, I think the water is catching up to me.”

“Of course,” she points, “Right through that door.”

“T-thanks.”  He closes the door behind him and leans against it.  ‘Calm yourself man, so you’re in a girls bedroom; nothing wrong with that, it’s totally normal… Then why I am I quietly freaking out!  Cause you’ve never been in one before that’s not your sisters.  Just go with the flow, she likes you, you like her…’  Sigh.  After finishing up his business and cleaning up he lets out one more deep breath before opening the door.

She turns to look when she hears the door open and smiles.  He exhales, ‘Oh good, she’s not on the bed…’  Patting the cushion beside her he tentatively walks over to the couch and sits down.  When she places a hand on his thigh, he tenses slightly.  “Hey just relax, I’m not gonna bite ya…” Caressing his cheek, “unless you want me to…”

“Luce…” he utters as she climbs onto his lap facing him and leans in for a kiss.  Pressing his back as far as he can into the couch, “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious…”  She purrs before locking lips with him again.  Natsu follows his primal instigations and melts right into the moment, I mean who wouldn’t?  She’s like a drug to him that once you take that hit you’re trapped by its effects.  Picking up where they left off at the club, her fingers thread through his soft spikey locks and he’s wrapped his arms around her back.  Her skin tingles at his touch.  When he curls his fingers and grip against her bare flesh she moans out and with the surge of fervency her nails lightly scrape along his scalp sending shivers along his spinal column.  His kisses turn more forceful when he bites her lower lip.  A slight gasp on her part gives his tongue the opening it was looking for to explore her warm and moist orifice; such a delight to play with a fellow explorer inside.

Trailing his kisses, lips moving along her cheek and following her jawline, he pulls her hair back.  She tugs ever so slightly on his hair as his soft lips suckle at her neck, nibbling against her collar bone and shoulder.  “Natsuu…” long throaty groans reverberate from her and travel through his body causing a stirring bulge in his jeans that presses against her own moistening sex.  Peaked her hormones kick in and drive her mind wild.  Slowly she moves her hands down along his chest heading in that direction.  When she reaches his waist her nimble fingers begin to undo the button…

“Wait, Luce stop.”   He grabs her hands, “We shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not!”  She pouts.  “Don’t you want too?”

“I um…   I-I just think that going from 1st to 4th on the first night is to soon; we s-should get to know each other more first.”

“Well then let’s get to know each other better…” She tries to work at the button again but he stops her a second time.  Incensed she climbs off his lap, “You get me all riled up and now you’re turning me down!  I can’t believe this.”  

“Luce, I’m not the kinda guy to take a girl to bed the first time I meet them.  I’m sorry”

“Get out.”

“What?  Why are you over reacting; shouldn’t it mean something that I wouldn’t take advantage of you?”

Tears are trickling down her face.  Deep down she knows what he’s saying is right but she just doesn’t want to admit it.  She’s craved, hungered for him all night, and he sure sent out the same signals!  She really felt that he could finally be ‘The One,’ and all that passion had led them here.  To be turned down now, just felt like… like a total let down.

“Just get out Natsu, please.”  The water in her eyes threatens to spill from its gates.

His heart is shattering at the sight of her tears.  He doesn’t understand why she was so upset with him.  Wouldn’t most girls be happy when a guy doesn’t exploit the situation?  Now he wonders if he was fooled into thinking he meant more to her than just another mark on her bed post.

Tears of his own collect and slowly trickle down his face.  “Luce… I’m sorry….”  

Shaking, she covers her face with her hands as the tears flow down her cheeks.  Without saying another word he walks out the front door and sits on the steps melting down.  It takes him awhile to calm himself just enough to call his cousin, praying the whole time that he’ll answer.  By this time, his own tears had become so heavy it has soaked the front of his shirt.  He had really felt like this girl could be ‘The One’ and now…

“Natsu?  Why are you calling me, shouldn’t you be…”

“Gajeel can you pick me up from Lucy’s?”  He tries to cover it up but his cousin can hear the sniffling.

Natsu can hear Levy in the background as Gajeel explains to her they need to go.  “Yeah we’re on our way.”

“Th-thanks.”

About 15 minutes later a car pulls up to the steps.  In his wait Natsu had gone back to crying so heavily his eyes are completely bloodshot and swollen.  He shambles to the back seat climbing in, laying down and curling up his legs.

“Oi, what happened?”

“Yeah Natsu, you and Lu seemed like you were having so much fun tonight.”

“Sh-she w-want-ted t-to have sex but I- I t-turned her d-down so she, she told me t-to leave.”  

“Why they hell would you…”  But Levy slaps her boyfriend’s shoulder and glares at him to shut up; she can clearly see that Natsu is already upset so yelling wasn’t the right response.

Softening her voice, “Natsu start at the beginning…  Tell me what happened.”

So he does.  Starting from the moment he heard Lucy’s voice, how he was entranced, to the dancing, and the kissing, then he tells her how he reacted when he found out who she was and started to get nervous on the way over to the house, he brings up art class, the make out session on the couch, ending with being kicked out.  “Levy, I’m j-just not the t-type to-to-to s-sleep with a girl on the first n-night.  We bare-barely know each oh-other, I-I mean hell we only l-learned each other’s last na-ames in the car!  I wanna g-get to know her bet-ter b-before making that leap… I-I just don’t, don’t under-under-stand, shouldn’t girls ap-preciate that I won’t take ad-advantage of them?!  Ugh.”  He sobs into his hands, “I really thought she could finally be, you know, the one… but now…”  He looks up at Levy, “Is she that kind of girl, did she lead me on?  I mean the way she came onto me, w-was I gonna be just another notch on her belt??!  I-I didn’t want to end up a one night st-stand.”  He shakes his head and buries his face back in his hands, “No, I don’t wanna believe she’s like that but…  Fuck!  I don’t know what to think!  She’s really messing with my head!”

Levy is absolutely stunned by what she is hearing, she’s known Lucy over half her life and she knew her friend has never acted like this before, hell she was surprised when Lucy asked Natsu to go to her home but also happy for her friend; she and Natsu would make a great couple.  Their chemistry was just mindboggling, so why would she have pushed it to this point?  Did she have ulterior motives?  Was she tired of being the only virgin in their group?  No that can’t be it. Levy shakes the thought from her mind.  As shocked as she was about Lucy’s behavior, she also believes Natsu’s story.  I mean think about it, why would a healthy male turn down a rich and beautiful woman, and be crying over it if he wasn’t telling the truth?  

“Natsu,” Levy does her best to comfort him.  “I believe you but no you wouldn’t have been just another notch in her belt because, well… she’s still a virgin.”  Natsu looks up at Levy in disbelief.  Seeing his reaction she smiles, “Lucy’s never had a real boyfriend before, she’s dated a few times but never went further than a dinner or movie.  In fact tonight was the first time I have Ever seen her react so strongly towards a guy; you must have had a profound effect on her too.”

“But, but why would she get so mad about the sex then?”

“I have no idea but I’m gonna find out.  Don’t worry okay, just calm down.  Gajeel’s gonna take you home after I go talk to Lucy real quick.”

“Thanks you guys…” he mumbles

Levy kisses her boyfriend and gets out of the car.  Virgo lets her in and tells her Lucy’s still in her bedroom.  “Is that boy okay?  He seemed really nice, and cute but left in tears.”

“Natsu, yeah don’t worry Virgo, he’ll be okay.  It’s Lucy that was being an idiot tonight.”

[Knocking]

“Lu, it’s me Levy can I come in?”  No Response.  She places her ear up against the door and can hear light sobbing.  “Lucy, I’m coming in.”  She opens the door and sees the outline of her friend curled up on the bed under the covers.

“I don’t wanna talk Levy.”  She mutters

“Well too bad cause you need to.”  Yanking back the blankets she finds Lucy still in her red dress.  The front is splotchy from the tears that fell and her hair and make-up is a mess; eyes puffy and red.  Sitting next to her Levy puts her hand on her friends arm.  “Lu, tell me your side of what happened.”

“M-my side?”

“I’ve already spoken with Natsu.  He called Gajeel in tears so we came here to pick him up.”

“I-I can’t believe he turned me down!  I wanted him s-so badly!  I-It just built up all night till I felt like if I didn’t… I, I, I don’t know what came over me...  I’ve never felt so, so intense like this over a guy!  And I thought he wanted it too…”

Levy giggles making Lucy glare at her, “Lu, that’s called love.  Since it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced it before, you’re not used to it.  But I told you, Natsu’s a really nice guy, don’t push him to hard.  He’s not gonna sleep with a girl just because; he wants it to be special.”

“But that’s the thing.  I-I think he is special; he might even be my perfect match…  Does he think I go around sleeping with just any guy?”

“Um, actually based on the way you behaved, yeah he did.”  Lucy’s eyes are screaming ‘What!’  “You came on so strong that’s what he thought, and he said he didn’t want to be a one night stand.  But I cleared that up quick when I told him you were still a virgin.”

“Oh my God you told him that!”

“Lu you don’t need to freak out because… so is he.”

“Wait are you serious?”

Levy nods, “he thought you were his dream girl too and then you kicked him out because he wouldn’t sleep with you.  Now he’s completely devastated over this.”

“Well, I, I don’t care anymore.  If he thought I was perfect too then maybe he should have just gave in.”

“Whatever girl, that’s your stubborn side talking.  You just don’t wanna admit that you made a complete ass of yourself tonight in front of a fine-ass guy.”

“Shut up!”

“Tch, just go clean yourself up cause you’re a hot mess right now, get to bed, and think about what I said.  I’ll drop by tomorrow to check on you.”

Levy stands up to leave when Lucy calls out to her, “I’m not changing my mind!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levy waves her hand, “You’ll be fantasizing about him in your dreams tonight.”  And with that last jest she shut the bedroom door behind her.

Back in the car… “So what’d she say?”  Probes Natsu, hoping for a good answer

“To sum it up, she’s totally in love with you.  You got her so aroused tonight that she wanted you to be her first but then you turned her down so she got upset.  It’s not your fault; she can be stubborn like that since she’s kinda used to getting what she wants.”

“Sh-she’s in love… with me?!”  

“Yeah, I think so.”  She smiles, “I told you don’t worry, you’ll get another chance…”  A devious grin spreads across Levy’s face as the wheels of her mind turn, “Oh yeah, definitely get another chance…”

[the-jade-cross]

Burning Water - Chapter VI

Chapter 6

“So… I hope we didn’t miscommunicate,” Maya stuttered as she stared at the door that was the only thing separating her from the brothel of Kings Landing.

The woman, Zarina, smiled at the rather flustered and horrified girl. “Don’t worry. I promised that you would not feel uncomfortable working here. There is a parlor on the second floor. That is where the guests go to eat before or after their stay. No inappropriate behavior is allowed in there. Other than that, you will help with the washing, hanging the sheets to air and collecting the sheets. However, you will only have to remove sheets after the customers have departed. I have been working here doing those same duties here for five years and I have only run into someone having sex once and it was because they were so quiet, I didn’t think anyone was in the room.”

Maya let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her pent-up nerves. “Okay… erm… how will… the guests…”

“They will know you are off limits by a veil or a mask,” Zarina explained. “I only take my veil off when I am either out or there are no guests around. If they see you wearing a mask or a veil or if the lower half of your face is concealed, that means you are off limits. There are a few men who will try to pay handsomely to get their way. It happened once to me but when the man saw my scar, he took it back. You can make up a story… like you have no lips or something and they will leave you alone.”

“Anything else I have to do in order to get this job?” Maya inquired. “Credentials or something?”

Zarina chuckled, “No. Though, it would be nice to know why you came to Kings Landing. Helps to make bonds and build trust.”

Maya pursed her lips, “I… was almost raped back home… my brothers and father found it fit to send me somewhere where I wasn’t known… at least until I grew up and possibly… found a husband or became less… desirable. I am not sure what he meant by that.”

Zarina smiled at the innocent girl. Sixteen years old and she didn’t realize that she would make any man blush at her luscious curves, gorgeous eyes and perfect hair.

“Well, until you see it fit to leave or return home, this will be your new home,” Zarina told her. “I sleep up on the roof at night. It is never too cold at night and it smells less than indoors. Come, I’ll show you.”

Zarina led the girl up the stairs and Maya found with joy that they only ran into a prostitute once or twice, but they were dressed enough that Maya didn’t feel uncomfortable. She was thankful the men had the decency to have their pants on while the girls had only undergarments on, if that.

Once they reached the roof, Maya saw that it was flat with potted plants lining the small roof. There were a couple of hammocks to one side, a pile of pillows in a corner and across from the stairs at the other side of the roof were a few mattresses on the floor.

“All the prostitutes are either working at night or have their own homes so it will just be you and me up here,” Zarina explained. “I like to spread out though and Miss Veer, she runs the place, she likes to change the bedding and mattresses every month… they are used quite roughly so I bring them up here.”

Maya spied a bed that was a little set off from the others and dropped her bag on the red sheets.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Zarina told her with a smile, “I will head downstairs to grab some food. I will be right back.”

Maya sat down on the bed and pulled out her bag’s contents. She slipped her notebook that she used to sketch, write dancing plans and moves or just to write letters. This she slipped under the mattress between the floor and the mattress before pulling out her clothes and setting them in a small basket at the end of the bed.

The hatch to the stairs opened and Zarina stepped back up, carrying a tray with a pitcher of water, some bread, ham and cheese.

“Hungry?” she asked as she sat down at a small crate that she had transformed into a table.

Maya came over and sat cross-legged across from her.

“I didn’t think you drank wine, so I brought some water instead,” Zarina explained, pouring her a glass. “I also brought you these.”

Maya looked up, a bite of ham still in her mouth when she saw what Zarina was holding up. A simple green dress that was much more revealing than the simple dress she wore but a lot more modest than the things the prostitutes were wearing. Similar to what Zarina was wearing.

“I am sorry that it doesn’t cover more but Miss Veer insists. She doesn’t want to ‘scar off’ customers with vulgar dressed women. I think she misunderstands the term ‘vulgar’. Anyway. I also brought you this.”

She reached into her pocket and drew out a golden chain mask which she slipped onto her head to show Maya how it worked, “It will cover your forehead and your lower face. You can see perfectly fine and it is not uncomfortable. However, if you tell the customers that you have a scar or something, they will believe you since it covers enough. It will also help hide your pretty features and that way; less people will become interested in you.”

She took the mask off and held it out to Maya who looked at it before trying to pull it on, but it kept slipping. “Maybe I should do my hair up…”

Zarina nodded before scooting closer, “May I?”

Maya nodded and Zarina set about braiding Maya’s hair into an updo before helping her pull the mask on. Zarina sat back to give her a good look and she smiled, nodding.

“It suits you. Now the dress.”

Maya, knowing that there was no other way to avoid it, stood up and allowed Zarina to help her slip into the dress. As she looked down at herself, she realized that her mother was probably screaming from her grave, but she knew that if she wanted to hide her true self, no one would expect to find Mayaka Tyrell in a brothel in the middle of Kings Landing. This was the safest place to hide. For now.

“So, I do not believe you gave me your name,” Zarina observed.

Maya pursed her lips, thinking of what name to give but realized that everyone but her closest friends and siblings knew her as Maya. Everyone else thought she was just Mayaka.

“Maya. My name is Maya.”

************

A FEW WEEKS LATER

"Up and then to the left," Maya whispered as she swung her leg around, moving her arms in the opposite direction, trying to get the spin jump just the right way.

She tried but stumbled when she landed, huffing. "again," she told herself as she did the movement again.

"Maya! Have you seen the new soap Miss Veer..." A voice called as the hatch opened.

Maya spun around but forgot that she was in midair and she went falling to the ground, head first.

"Maya!" Zarina screamed but her cry died on her lips when the water from the pitcher on the crate shot out from the jar, flew through the air and wrapped around Maya's body like a big bubble, cushioning her fall so that the girl just stumbled onto her backside, the water soaking into the floor below her.

"Wha..." Zarina began but Maya scrambled to her feet and held up her hands.

"Zar, please, don't tell anyone about this...." she started but Zarina's eyes just kept getting wider.

"You're her.... the girl everyone was talking about a few months ago!" she whispered. "The water manipulator... the water dancer..."

Maya hung her head and Zarina's face split into a huge grin, "I was wondering why your name sounded familiar... Mayaka Tyrell. I would have never have guessed to find you here."

Maya shrugged, "Well you did kinda bring me here."

Zarina chuckled before rushing over but then her eyes fell on the wet puddle. Maya quickly began to move her hands and the water evaporated from the floor before she returned it to the jar.

"I promise I wont tell anyone," Zarina told her as the two sat down on one of the beds, crosslegged across from each other. "But Maya, you have to be careful. Not only are you still trying to do this but... men are beginning to notice you. Some of the guests have been asking about you... even some of the male prostitutes!"

Maya's head snapped up but Zarina rubbed her shoulder, "I wont let any of them have you but... the place that you thought would be safe to hide you... might not be as safe as we once thought."

******

Zarina hummed in contentment as she walked down the alleyway toward the brothel. She had gone to town to pick up some food and a little bit of fabric. Maya hated having to leave the brothel, even though that sounded totally perverted but the girl was afraid that someone would recognize her by accident so Zarina would do her shopping for her. The two women had gotten their monthly wage the night before and Maya had asked Zarina to buy a simple bolt of strong dark blue fabric for the dress that Zarina had given Maya two years ago when the girl first arrived was wearing out and tearing in places, so Maya wanted to make a new one and had given her money to Zarina to use.

It was early morning, and the sun was barely up, giving the whole of Kings Landing a dark reddish hue. Few people were up this early except those who worked for a living like the blacksmiths and bakers.

When the woman stepped into the brothel, it was silent. The guests were probably sleeping in the guest room section of the building near the back or they had left, and the prostitutes weren’t yet in. Barely any customers came in the morning so they never had to come in till later but Zarina was always up before dawn doing the shopping she couldn’t do during the day while Maya did her morning rounds, doing laundry and preparing beds.

Zarina stopped in the pantry to drop off the extra food before heading up to the roof. Maya was not there so she set the bolt of fabric on her mattress before heading downstairs to see if she could find Maya to help her with the sheets. She searched every room that was not occupied by a paying overnight guest but there was no sign of the girl.

Beginning to worry and fearing that Maya had stepped outside for an emergency, Zarina hurried to look outside when she heard a muffled voice coming from the linen room. The room was only opened to get fresh linen to replace soiled ones so Zarina crept toward it cautiously, hoping dearly that she wouldn’t open it to find two of the prostitutes having on the side sex in the closet. She quickly threw it open and her heart relaxed when she did not find anyone in there between someone’s legs but then her heart plummeted to her soles when she saw who was in there…. Maya!

The girl lay on the corner of the closet, her knees brought up close to her chest with her ankles tied, wrists bound above her head and attached to a nail in the wall. Linen was spewed on the ground, having been knocked down and there was a gag in Maya’s mouth.

Zarina took in the sight of the girl in an instant and she felt anger boil in her throat. Tears were streaming from Maya’s gorgeous blue eyes that were wide with fears and puffy from constant sobbing. She was trembling in the bonds, bruises littering her bare arms and her skirt was ripped… oh…

“Maya!” Zarina cried, dropping to her knees to unbind the girl and Maya tore off the gag. “What happened!?”

“I don’t know…” Maya admitted as Zarina helped her sit up straight and outside the linen closet. “I…. I was changing the bedding…. And… one of the male workers… he came up and asked if I needed help…I said he could help…. Everything seemed okay… but the next thing I know… everything went black and then I woke up in here two hours ago.” Maya choked out as she tried to still her panting and sobs.

Zarina sighed. Perhaps the man just wanted to steal something, so he knocked Maya out. She prayed dearly that was the case until she saw something that made her blood boil… blood…seeping from between Maya’s legs.

“Maya,” Zarina whispered, cupping the sobbing girl’s face to look her in the eyes. “Do you feel any pain?”

Maya frowned before Zarina stood up and motioned for her to do the same. Taking Zarina’s hand, Maya got to her feet but immediately cried out in pain and doubled over, clutching her lower abdomen close to her thighs.

“Ow… oh ow… why does that hurt!” She cried, tears streaming anew from her eyes. “I have never felt this pain….”

Zarina sighed, feeling tears prick her own eyes when she realized what had happened. “Maya sweetie, we need to get you to the roof and then I need to get a hold of Miss Veer. Do you remember who it was who did this to you?”

Maya nodded weakly as she allowed Zarina to help her up the stairs to the roof. “Olyver’s brother… Octovio.”

Zarina found herself growling in anger as she supported the sore and bruised Maya up the stairs. When they reached the roof, Zarina helped the girl lay down on her mattress and Zarina began to gently remove Maya’s outer clothes. When Maya was in nothing but her undergarments, Zarina saw the extent of the damage. Hand bruises on the girl’s waist. Thankfully the man hadn’t removed her chest wrap which remained intact but her underwear was torn in half and soaked with blood and smelt of semen.

“The bastard,” Zarina hissed as she gently removed the soiled garments from the weeping girl. “He will rot in hell for this.”

After grabbing a damp cloth and helping the girl clean up before redressing her in her nightgown and covering her with the blanket, Maya turned to look at Zarina, tears trickling onto her pillow. “Zar… he… did he… he did didn’t he?” she whispered, lip trembling.

Zarina wished she didn’t have to say this but the look in Maya’s eyes… broken hope… destroyed trust and horrified innocence… she couldn’t lie to her. Slowly she nodded and Maya whimpered, turning to hide her face under the blankets.

The girl gently shushed Maya before stroking her hair. “You stay here. I am going down to find Miss Veer. I will be right back.”

Maya didn’t realize Zarina had left until she heard the trap door open and two sets of footsteps hurry over. Peeking out of the covers, she saw the stern Miss Veer standing with Zarina, a serious look on her face but worry in her eyes.

“May I see you child?” she asked gently as she knelt beside Maya.

Maya weakly nodded and allowed Miss Veer to open her skirt and slide aside her fresh underwear. The woman too one look at the bruised flesh, red puffy eyes, grip marks on her thighs and waist and the still bloody womanhood before standing up and turning to Zarina angrily.

“Rape is punishable by being thrown out of the brothel but this… rape while the other is unconscious… this is punishable by imprisonment and torture. I will inform the authorities and have a guard come and find Octovio. He probably thinks no one would realize what happened since Maya was unconscious. You stay with Maya today. I will have one of the girls take your places for today. Do whatever you need to in order to ensure that this never happens to Maya again. Arm her, change her clothes, whatever you need but fix this.”

Zarina nodded as the woman angrily stormed downstairs, yelling orders to the other workers. Zarina sat down beside Maya who was crying again.

“I am ruined, aren’t I?” she whispered. “I had begun to like being here… with you… and Miss Veer…and I hoped that perhaps if my family every visited Kings Landing, I would return to them but… no one will want me like this… not my sister… not my brothers… not a possible husband… most definitely not my father!”

“Sh,” Zarina cooed. “None of this is your fault Maya. That man will pay for what he did to you and I am certain your family will not hold you responsible and welcome you back with open arms. As for a husband. Every man is a fool for not wanting to marry you, virgin or not. Just because you aren’t a virgin anymore Maya does not mean you are not the innocent, sweet, caring girl I have known these two years.”

Maya whimpered as she remembered her sixteenth birthday and the romantically memorable dance, she shared with the young prince of Dorne. “Not even Oberyn Martell of Dorne, the man whore of Westeros would want me, even if I paid him.”

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Undoing

Chapter 4

'Cause you know the truth hurts But secrets kill Can't help thinkin' that I love it still Still here, there must be something real 'Cause you know the good die young But so did this And so it must be better than I think it is Gimme those eyes, it's easy to forgive

-       Hopeless 

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The first week went by without another disaster, fast but somehow dragging at the same time. My days always looked the same: get up early, take a shower after Marcus left the house, then breakfast at the headquarters. After doing the dishes, we´d get our assignment for the day, the boys performing physically more demanding tasks like helping a member build a new house or shelter for the factionless while we girls helped the woman do their laundry in huge tubs, rubbing until our hands were raw or patching up clothes until my fingers were bleeding. At least I learned now how to sew.

My favorite task by far was watching the little children when their parents had to leave. Of course, I liked the little ones most, the toddlers and infants who were still child enough to be allowed to laugh and cry – not like the older ones that liked to stare at walls for fun.

They honestly frightened me.

 After lunch came the time I dreaded most, hurrying back to the house, having less than an hour to make sure it was immaculate before reporting to Marcus´ office where I served the worst part of my punishment – spending time with him.

Luckily, we weren’t alone most of the time, the other members of the council sitting together with him in a slightly larger conference room while I was either taking notes or was sent away, the topic not meant for my ears. Every time this happened I was torn between the happiness of leaving the stifling room and regret that I wouldn’t be able to hear what they were discussing.

Even when Marcus let me participate he sent me home over an hour earlier to prepare dinner, a huge disaster for someone who had never even laid hand on a spatula, claiming that he wanted to have at least one meal at home, with my company of course. This half an hour was the worst of the day, sitting opposite of him with no topic to talk about. I was relieved every time he dismissed me, letting me do the dishes before I was allowed to go to bed, staring up at the ceiling until sleep took me, completely exhausted from the day.

The next morning everything started again and again and again…

An endless, tiring circle of hard work and sleep.

But not today.

 Today, it was Sunday and like all good stiffs, Marcus insisted I would accompany him to the early service, starting at 6 am followed by a big breakfast, which surprisingly for once included fresh fruits from the Amity farm.

The worship was strange, having never attended one, all the kneeling, standing up and reciting lines confused me and by the time it was over, I was literally starving. To my astonishment, Benjamin fit right in here, maybe a little too cheerful to be Abnegation but it seemed that the peace serum had finally worn off leaving him as happy but more conservative.

 Susan and most of the other initiates were also here. I had neither spoken to her nor accepted her apology, my nature wasn’t to forgive easily. Especially if her betrayal could have made me factionless – something I´m sure would have blown up my deal with Max.

Not wanting to appear as a loner, which I had never been, but also wary of the people around me I took a seat beside Benjamin who chatted lightly with the other boys mostly staying quiet, just enjoying the for once not tasteless fruit as I piled my plate with apples and strawberries.

 I was barely finished when Marcus approached and told me to follow him. I complied an uneasy feeling in my guts, quietly fearing I had done something wrong again.

Turns out I hadn’t.

It was worse.

 Ushering me into the one car that was owned by abnegation, only a little notebook and pen in my hand we were chauffeured through the city, towards the hub where a leader meeting would be held as Marcus informed me gratefully. Staring at him, I felt myself pale. This wasn’t a meeting more like my personal hell. Not even Andrew Prior´s comforting smile managed to make me feel calmer, my heartbeat racing uncomfortably in my chest.

Two leaders who condemned me to a life as an outcast, one who despised me so badly he kept me under his watch for 24/7 to make sure I didn’t fuck his faction up and my Ex-boyfriend who I´d left without any warning before literally running away from him.

One week wasn’t nearly enough to face him again.

But like always, I had no choice.

 The driver held my door opened and I hesitated before catching Marcus agitated gaze, scrambling out of the vehicle almost tripping over the hem of my dress. Brushing it off, I didn't realize that Marcus had already stepped into the building not even bothering to wait up. Rolling my eyes, I followed him through the first story of the hub with quick steps the notepad securely tucked against my chest, doubling as a shield as I stepped into the room, keeping to the wall to not draw attention to myself.

But it didn’t work as planned since I was the only person in the room that had absolutely nothing to do with being a leader of the five factions. And they knew too.

 “Don´t mind my assistant. She´s just here to take notes.” Marcus addressed the room lightly, thankfully drawing the attention away from my figure. I never really had a problem being the center of attention, dressed in my black uniform I basically reveled in it, blossoming, thriving, but somehow now I felt indefinitely small. If it was the grey sack I was wearing, I didn’t know, the feeling of not being comfortable in my own skin so new, so raw that for the first time in my life I wished to have mastered the art of making myself disappear, to not be seen. I guess Marcus lectures were already working.

 “Assistant? How… interesting.” Jeanine stated, her icy blue eyes full of morbid curiosity and… satisfaction as she basically devoured my appearance, searching for something only she knew. Her forehead furrowed as she concentrated, pretending she didn't know exactly who I was. "Aren't you the Dauntless transfer?"

 “Yes, ma’am.” I gave her a tight smile, already tired of this make-believe. Not to mention that I despised her, the well-hidden threats behind the facts she had given me branded into my memory.

 “Well… this year certainly was an interesting one, wasn’t it?” Jeanine smiled, her lips curling up to show her abnormally white teeth. The gesture reminded of a snarling dog, not less threatening than one, too. “I myself, too, have found an assistant from the rows of our transfers. Caleb is doing well, Andrew. He is extraordinarily intelligent if you take into regard that he… didn't have the time to deepen his lessons in his former faction." The small pause wasn't because Jeanine didn't know to say, she just chose not to speak it out loud but we all knew what she implied. He must be smart despite coming from Abnegation. As if erudite had a monopole on being smart.

Bitch.

“Let´s just hope yours will be as accommodating, Marcus. She must be impeccable if you choose her to work for you.”

 “Quite the contrary, Jeanine.” Marcus countered and I felt my expression slip for a moment, narrowing my eyes at him. “I just thought that it would be the perfect opportunity for her to learn more about our way of life since it seems to be quite hard for her still. Isn´t that right, Casey?”

 Avoiding the one gaze that had rested on me since I stepped into the room, I slowly lifted my eyes from the floor and met Max´s eyes how merely raised one eyebrow at me, regarding my reaction closely. Faking a smile so they wouldn’t see my gritted jaw, I looked over to my tormentor and bowed my head slightly.

“Of course.”

 "Great." Marcus clasped his hand in front of him, looking patronizingly at the people surrounding the huge, round table but all I could concentrate was the not-so-quiet huff leaving his chest before he got up from his seat, walking past me so close that I just had to move one finger forward to touch his black uniform. Balling them into fists, I refrained but inhaled deeply, his familiar aftershave easing the anxiety tightly stuck in my chest for the first time in over a week.  

Eric was busying himself at the buffet that was lined up against one wall in case one of the leaders would get hungry or if the meeting should run longer than excepted. I had just gotten a glimpse of his face but it was enough to see that the bags under his eyes were more prominent than usual meaning he was either tired or hungover and knowing that the first weekend of initiation was always widely celebrated, I guessed it was the latter.

Dauntless parties were always the wildest and I asked myself if he found someone to take home – not that it was any of my business any longer, I just wondered if...

 Lost in thought, the bowl shattering against the tiles had me flinch and I whirled around to stare at Eric who looked at the glass shards with disdain before his glinting eyes flitted from the mess to me and back. A clear demand I couldn’t ignore.

Swallowing down my dismay for being treated like stuff I made my way over to him and crouched down to pick up the shards of glass. Eric remained standing beside me, his huge form towering over me, watching, observing.

Groveling to his feet had never been something I would have willingly done but here I was, in the middle of a situation I could have never even dreamed of, my new life.

By straightening up as soon as I had the glass in my hand I tried to keep what little was left of my dignity. Not that it felt as if I had any left but I had learned from early on that it was better to fake it than to admit weakness.

Raising my head to meet his gaze, I wasn’t surprised that his was already resting on me, scrutinizing me from head to toe, not bothering to hide the disgust at what they called dress, making me all fidgety.

 "Don´t look at me like that," I muttered, no longer able to keep eye contact. "I would say I know how I look but I haven't even seen a mirror in over a week, less been allowed to use it."

 “Clearly.” Was all he answered, voice curt but I thought to detect a hint of malicious glee at my misery as if he wanted to say ‘I told you so’. Narrowing my eyes at him, my fists instantly tightened but a sharp prick had me open them again with the hiss, having forgotten all about the glass.

 "Well, it´s not like you look any better," I remarked dryly, wiping away at the small cut in my hand that was oozing blood, the glass shards discarded into the trash can to my right. "Long night, huh?"

 Even though I tried to sound uninterested the small, humorless huff leaving his chest told me I had failed. But instead of poking fun at me, like he usually would he just grabbed a sandwich and stared at it before scrunching up his face in disgust, throwing it back on the platter.

“You know how we Dauntless are. No need to sleep when there´s booze… or someone who´s willing to warm your bed."

 While he didn’t even spare me a glance, I stared at with raised eyebrows, incredulous of his audacity. I knew it was his way to cope… but rubbing it into my face that he hadn’t even bothered to wait one week until he took the nearest skank into his bed – it hurt.

Shaking my head at him, the chuckle leaving my mouth was bitter, rivaling the jealousy bubbling in my chest.

“God… you´re such an asshole.”

 This got his attention. Whipping his head towards me, Eric´s eyes narrowed into slips and he took a threatening step forward, his next words equally chilling and riling me up, something only he ever managed.

“What was that, stiff?”

 “Go fuck yourself,” Cocking my head, I plastered a sarcastic smile on my face to hide the burning in the back of my throat. The vein on his neck started pulsing dangerously as I added a sarcastic “Sir”.

 With one big step, he was right in front of me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my arm, no doubt leaving bruises as he stared down at me with fire-blazing eyes into my defiant ones. Riling Eric up had always been a favorite past time of mine but I knew when his cold eyes started to light up like a flame, or more likely an inferno, you had gone too far.

Just where I wanted him after he refused to even look at me.

 “Watch yourself, Casey.” He hissed, his voice venomous, his grip like a vice tightening further. “Or I will do it for you.”

 Before I could respond, a throat clearing beside us had me rushing back but Eric was unfazed as always, our close proximity posing no obvious problem as he turned to face Marcus, lazily raising one eyebrow.

 “Is there a problem here?”

 "No, Sir." Averting my eyes to the floor I quickly yanked my arm out of Eric´s grasp, which he allowed, too busy studying my sudden change in behavior.

 “Except –“ Eric started and my head whipped towards him in panic, the sinking feeling in my guts growing as I met his once again emotionless eyes, sure that whatever he would say would cause my certain doom, a misstep this big nothing Marcus would overlook. When he noticed the pleading expression on my face, he didn’t show just turned towards Marcus, voice cold as he went on. “She won´t be able to pick up all the glass shards without a dustpan and brush. You should tell her where she gets these things because I don´t give a shit.”

 While speaking the first part, his gaze flitted from Marcus to me and back but to show that he really didn’t care, he started to walk away, mumbling over his shoulder while I stayed put, following him with my eyes as he took his seat right beside Max who, which I now realized, had been watching us the whole time.

 “Third door to the right. Hurry up, we need someone who takes notes.” Was all Marcus said before he too made his way towards the large table. Turning around, I scrunched my face up, the obedience I had to display profoundly repugnant but like the good little stiff I had to be now, I did just as he said.

Taking a second to just breathe before I had to enter the conference room again, I wondered what wrong I had done to deserve not only Eric´s hate but also Marcus´ hovering over my every move like a hawk ready to strike.  

 After everything was clean, I took a seat a little away from the table, notebook in hand keeping the minutes, scribbling down every word of unnecessary banter coming from their mouth. But whatever topics were being discussed bypassed me because Eric did not once look in my direction. Not even when they closed up and the Dauntless had to walk by me to get to the door, his eyes not straying once.

That´s when I knew it… I had lost him.

In Marcus Eaton´s house was a door that was always locked. It was grey, almost dull just like every other one in this faction, not letting on that there could be something hidden behind it that could change the fate of our whole city. This totally unassuming piece of wood could possibly be the gates of hell, to my own, personal hell.

It was the door of Marcus Eaton´s study.

 That night, after my disastrous run-in with Eric, I decided to not give a fuck anymore. Marcus was gone, out to eat at some council members house, the bland one-course meal no doubt prepared by another perfect little housewife. There seemed to be too much of them here.

Knowing this was my chance, Marcus gone for the night without the threat of him suddenly arriving like he usually did throughout the day, most likely to check up on me.

But not tonight.

 Tonight Marcus would spend wholly at Alice Brewster´s house, not coming back before eleven pm which he told me with a stern face when he ordered me to cut up fruit for him to take as a present. After all, he had a reputation to uphold.

And that meant I had to stay home.

 It didn’t bother me in the slightest to spend one of my nights away from him, finally able to relax a little in a house where I had to tiptoe around but preparing stuff for a party I wasn’t invited to? That sucked.

Ultimately, I decided to get rid of Marcus was worth to spend half an hour arranging wrinkly apple slices, my mood only getting better the closer his departure came.

And the best thing about it wasn’t my temporary freedom. After grabbing a folder from his desk, Marcus had to hurry to not arrive late and make a bad impression – and forgot to lock the door in the process.

 After he was gone and I made my way to my room, quietly humming to myself as I conquered the steps, only sparing the damn door a glance until I realized it was ajar. Immediately my heart rate spiked and I looked around widely, almost anticipating that Marcus came back solely to lock the door. But he didn’t.

Standing there with a pounding heart, I contemplated what to do even though there was no doubt what I must do. Frozen on my spot, I listened closely, suddenly more than paranoid, highly aware of my surroundings. But after several minutes of utter silence, I realized that this wasn't a trap – it was the possibility I hadn’t dared to dream of.

 Hurrying into my room to retrieve the little notebook Marcus gave me, I hesitated in front of the door, just for a split second imagining what may lie behind it, my fantasy wreaking havoc. Pushing open the door with one burst of confidence, I expected rows upon rows of shelves, all full of binders containing every secret one should know about abnegation, maybe even a few pictures hanging on the wall – but nothing. Just an old, sturdy desk with a few binders and a chair.

Everything you would expect from abnegations leader.

Good for him, bad for me.

 Stepping into the room, I stopped in front of the desk picking up one of the folders, carefully remembering just how they had sat there. Skimming through it, I realized it contained information of current members, a few of the pictures familiar. Since it wasn’t what I was searching for, I grabbed the next one and interestedly thumbed through the pages. It contained the people who deflected in the last five years, judging by the dates of birth. I just wanted to put it down when I stumbled over the information of someone I knew.

Mouth hanging open, I stared at Four´s profile not believing what I was seeing.

Sure, I knew he was from Abnegation… but that he was Marcus´ son?!

 Still outraged, I clasped a hand over my mouth, the gnarly eighteen-year-old with the pained eyes such a far cry from the warrior I came to know, even just by passing him in the pit. But now I realized he had always looked as if the weight of the whole world rested on his shoulders and living with Marcus, his every demand and constantly worsening mood, I developed a new found understanding for him.

Maybe Eric wasn’t as right about him as he thought to be…

Shaking my head, I tried clearing my thoughts from everything unimportant to my mission because if I failed, there might not be a faction system to come home to after all. Gulping heavily, the image of dauntless raiding the streets, pushing Abnegation members to the ground, I alongside them, had a shiver racking my spine and I hurriedly grabbed the next folder, all breath leaving my body as I realized it was what I´ve been searching for.

Numbers.

So many numbers.

 Whipping my notebook out, I started copying them to the T, making sure I got them all right to avoid unnecessary conflict. I wrote down over five pages filled with stocktaking from food to bales of cloth, cement to give the factionless workers to repair the streets, to the amount of wood we stocked to make furniture, all the while hearing Jeanine Matthew´s cold voice speaking into my ear as if she was right behind me.

 "You see, dear Casey," Jeanine started, trying to fool me with her inviting expression that was just supposed to hide the real threats she spoke as she sat there on the couch with perfect composure, hands folded in her lap. As if she wasn't talking about destroying our whole system. "the abnegation aren't as selfless as they want us to believe. No, not at all." Ruefully she shook her head. "Not only do they hoard supplies that are vital for the thriving of our city, they also try to undermine our authority, claiming they are the most suited faction to run our government just because they are not corrupt. But they are, oh they are.”

 “That might be…” I relented a little confused as to why she was telling me this. Everyone knew erudite hated abnegation and that the loathing was mutual, not even her accusations were new to me I just didn’t understand why she told me that. “but what has that to do with me? I´m neither erudite, nor abnegation so, no disrespect, ma’am, but… it has nothing to do with me.” Speaking carefully to not offend her, I cast a quick glance at Max who sat there emotionless, just seizing me up.

 "That´s where you are wrong, Casey," Jeanine exclaimed, the maniac expression slowly starting to frighten me. "We are all affected by this, we will all be involved, you maybe more than others but nonetheless. Because hoarding vital supplies and therefore withholding them from others that need them most is an act of war Casey. And war there will be if you don´t help us to diffuse the situation.

That´s why you will help us, functioning as our eyes and ears. You, Casey, are the key to everything."

 Shivering, I remembered everything. How her icy eyes burned into mine with malicious intent, promising agony if I didn’t follow her orders.

 Or how her eyebrows had shut up when I decided to be brave, stand up for myself and dared to interrupt her, telling her in kinder words that she was bat-shit crazy and that there was no way I would get out of this as a grey. Or how Max in not so subtle words told me that if I went against their orders, I wouldn’t even make it back into the compound, his eyes burning into mine, promising that he would keep his words.

For the way to our compound is dark and full of terrors.

 Closing my eyes for a moment, I tried to chase these haunting images away, realizing that I was done writing down numbers. Thumbing through the last folder, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything, I came across my own initiation class, greedily burning the information into my mind.

I found out that Susan, the traitor had a brother – a twin to be exact – who deflected. Maybe he couldn’t stand her traitorous ways?

Chuckling over my bad joke, I went on.

It seemed that Jacob´s mother died when he was a little child, leaving him with an older sister that was still here and a father that had to raise them on his own.

Benjamin, the Amity transfer had five siblings, while Jael´s father had been made factionless after he committed a crime that wasn’t listed in here.

The rest of them were fairly normal, no more juicy details and I decided to not try my luck any further, stacking the folders in the right order.

The one about us initiates at the bottom, then the stokeholds followed by the ones who deflected and lastly the current members.

 Making sure everything was in their place, I grabbed notepad and pencil, closing the door behind me as I left the room. My mind reeling with thoughts, I let myself fall onto the bed, suddenly not able to stop wondering if this was Four´s old room he had counted the days until he could leave, just like I did.

If he laid in this bed, weary of the powerful man he shared the house with, as he stared at the ceiling wishing to be anywhere but here.

If he had things that were considered luxury somewhere hidden in this room, in a hiding place…

 Bolting upright, my eyes flew wide open and I scampered from the bed, knowing I had to be right. No teenage boy would live like this – not at least without somewhere to hide things like chocolate or… porn magazines. Scrunching up my face, I imagined the woman Four must have found attractive. Maybe abnegation had a special edition of the calendar they made with dauntless woman – just in stiff style.

Maybe the women on their showed their ankles – how scandalous!

 Cackling to myself, I couldn’t decide if Four jacking off to feet was disgusting or funny as I made my way through the room, careful of the sound changing when I knocked on the walls. Luckily, I thought of an appropriate hiding place before Marcus came back, the knocking surely would have told him that I was up to something. I didn’t find anything behind the walls but as I stepped up to the small window the change in sound of the floor creaking had me on my knees faster than ever and I crawled around, searching for a small indent or somewhere where the pattern of wood planks was disrupted.

And I found it.

 Guiding my nail under it, I pulled the small slat out, revealing a hollow that was maybe 7 inches wide, 25 long and 10 deep – the perfect place to hide something where even the possession of books was a crime. Blowing the dust away, I realized that Tobias had forgotten something. Slowly reaching inside, I gripped the blue figure and pulled it out, revealing a beautiful glass sculpture formed like a dolphin rising from the waters.

Brushing the dust away, I traced ever line with my finger finding tranquility and inner calmness just knowing that there was someone who most likely felt the same emotions, sitting in the exact the same place I was now.

Knowing he had made it out, meant I could too.

It gave me hope.

 Reluctantly, I put the stunning sculpture back into the confinements of its concrete grave trying to hide its beauty from the rest of the world – not unlike the whole faction here did it with its members.

But from now on, it wouldn’t be alone.

Folding the five pages I had managed to copy, I made a make-shift envelope to protect them from the dust before placing it inside and putting the plank back into its place.

 When I laid in bed twenty minutes later, staring at the dark ceiling, waiting for Marcus to come home, my mind still reeled with all the intel it has gotten, Four being on the front of all my thoughts. Or maybe I should call him Tobias from now on, living in his childhood bedroom somehow made all of it way more intimate – way more than I would have liked.

Even though I agreed with Eric, I was now asking myself if he wasn’t right about everything. Four survived living like this for eighteen years while I was going crazy after one week and that earned him in some strange and twisted way my respect.

Closing my eyes, I realized that the only way I would get out of here was to enmesh myself deeper – but only so deep I could pull myself out of the time had come.

And I intended just that.

A few days after my successful mission I found myself alone in the kitchen – with Susan. We had both been selected to prepare food we´d hand out to the factionless later, some sort of curry consisting of whatever vegetable and little of meat we had, sliced and mixed together.

Though she had tried talking to me a few times since that night, I had always shut her down. Maybe I was too proud, too conceited, but who lost my trust and respect had lost it forever. With no exception.

 Scrunching up my face in disgust, I continued turning the minced meat until the red turned brown, somehow being nauseous from the sight alone like I had been a lot of times over the last week. As if my body was rejecting the unfamiliar diet.

Paired with insomnia caused by a hauntingly quiet house and the seemingly endless tiring labor had my mood drop low. The mere thought of choking down another steamed piece of broccoli had my mouth water in the most disgusting way.

Pushing all these thoughts away, I almost managed to get my gag reflex under control. That was until a cloud of steam from the pan I was standing over hit me right in the face, the smell of grease and half-raw meat finally tipping me over the edge.

 Not hesitating a second, I let the spatula fall and burst through the door towards the community bathroom, not paying Susan´s calls for me any mind as I fell to my knees and threw up into the toilet.

Though I hadn’t eaten much these last few days, it felt like I gagged forever, dry-heaves shaking my body painfully preventing me from doing anything against the hands laying themselves on my shoulder, heavenly cold hands brushing the hair out of my face that was coated in a small sheen of sweat.

The urge to rid my body of the undigested food only slowly subsided after several minutes and the moment I felt like I didn’t have anything left inside me, I slowly sank back on my calves, taking in a few deep breaths of air, eyes closed in agony.

 “Casey, are you alright?” Came a soft voice from behind, Susan’s hands still resting on my shoulders. I shrugged them off.

 “Leave me alone.” My voice was hoarse, throat sore from the acid leaving a putrid taste in my mouth. Leaning forward, I spit into the toilet to rid myself of it.

 “Casey, please…” Rolling my eyes weakly, I ignored her pleading and slowly got up, swaying slightly. Her hands were instantly on me with the intent of preventing me from falling but I moved away as if they were burning me, staggering over to the sink, fingers turning white from my grip on the stone.

 “I´m fine!” I snapped, turning my head slightly to glare at her. “Go back into the kitchen. I´ll – I´ll be there shortly.”

Just the thought of food had my stomach roll again and I tightly closed my eyes, breathing through my nose.

 “No.” This time Susan’s voice was strong, unapologetic. “You look like you pass out any minute. Just… just go outside for a few minutes until it gets better, okay?”

 “Whatever.” Turning the tap, I held my hands under the cold water capturing it in my palms to wash my face. The coolness felt heavenly on my heated skin and I let out a sigh, already feeling a bit better. But since Susan had proposed that I stay away from the kitchen, I would take advantage of it.

Still feeling her stare on my back, I didn’t bother to turn around as I addressed her. “I won´t pass out, so you can go now.”

 All I got in reply was an ‘alright’ before she closed the door behind her. Instantly dropping my façade, I let myself slump against the sink, hands shaky as I closed my eyes and tried to level my erratic heartbeat. It took me a few moments but when I finally felt like staying upright by myself, I redid my hair, several strands had come loose while I felt like my body was trying to rid itself from my stomach. I hadn’t felt this bad in a long time – not since I thought with fifteen it would be a good idea to break into my brother´s hidden liquor stash with my crush at the time. He was already seventeen, a good friend of Zeke´s, and one of the hottest guys I knew… well until Eric, who I didn’t want to think about, not after the disaster that was last Sunday´s meeting.

Instead, I focused on the memories that hurt less.

Gathering all my brother's hidden vodka bottles in one of his training bags, I met up with Greg in an abandoned part of the living quarters where we all went to smoke pot and drink. That night, we were alone, managed to both drink until I passed out and had the worst headache of my life.

It was also the night I lost my virginity.

Scrunching up my nose, I only remembered some awkward groping, a dull pain that was amplified by the friction and a heavy body slumping on me, almost crushing me in the process.

Maybe I was better off not remembering after all.

 I crossed the bathroom with shaky legs, making my way out of the headquarters through a side door. Pushing open the door, the light breeze and warming sun rays made me feel a lot better after spending the whole day in the stale building that seemed to suck the happiness out of everyone.

Outside, with the birds chirping I felt like a whole another person, cynically asking myself why they couldn’t have made me go to amity… Everything was better than this bland existence they called life.

 Sighing, I leaned back against the wall of the headquarters, glad that the nausea and dizziness had subsided. But now I had a bigger problem than my deteriorating health. Speaking with a soldier that was running patrols through the Abnegation sector, Max had delivered me a message – that if I had reliable information already I could hand them over later when we would give food to the factionless. The whole ordeal would be overseen by dauntless, their initiates, to my grief, and their instructors. The soldier would approach me and I would slip him whatever I already had in form of a note.

Exhaling deeply again, I got up, deciding that it would be better to get the notes now before I attracted Marcus attention, especially now that his mood seemed to get gradually worse with every passing day.

Max said he had everything planned out and that I shouldn’t worry my pretty little head too much.

A foolproof plan is what he called it.

 I thought it was the plan of a fool.

 The downside of reading so many fics is not remembering what really happened.. I know Four still had the glass sculpture & I just read that Marcus found it but here it´s still hidden… maybe he was able to put it back before Marcus destroyed it..?

 Next chapter another run in with dauntless and an unpleasant outcome.

I´ll try to update ptp in the next few days! It´s been too long..

 Thank you for reading & reviewing! :)

[thatcanadianfangirl]

*Jeremy Gilbert* Losing Control

Jeremy Gilbert X Girl

Request: Nope,

Plot:  Elena spills coffee on Bella and has to give her one of Jeremy’s shirts.

Word Count: 1,559

A/N: This is not my gif, most if the ones I use aren't. I thought of Jeremy being a cute little puppy-dog, but I guess not. Implied sex I guess? I take in requests.

The hot liquid splashed all over me, soaking through my white shirt and onto my bare skin. I gasped loudly, feeling the harsh burning on my skin. I was shocked as I seethed out Elena’s name from my mouth.

She held both her hands to her open mouth, brown eyes wide as if they could fall out any second now. It happened slower in my mind than it did in reality. I wasn't caution about my surrounds, like I usually am. why do you need to be hesitant in your best friends house anyway? 

“God, Bella I'm so sorry.” Elena rushed out taking her hands from her mouth. Eyes still wide in shock. Watching the light brown coffee spot spread along the fabric of my shirt.

I reached for the hem of it and pulled my shirt over my head. I was totally comfortable since her little brother, Jeremy was out with Matt. I didn't mind stripping my shirt in front of guys, but knowing it was my best friend’s brother. Was a little weird, he was almost like my little brother too. My hot younger brother, eww that sounds...disturbing.

I shivered in disgust, feeling the warm liquid start to become sticky on my skin. “You owe me a new shirt.” I said sternly tossing the now ruined shirt into the trash bin, like some all star basket ball player would. “That’s why I play in the big leagues.” I said after it landed in.

Elena rolled her eyes at me, now calm about our situation. She was like a bunny with the slightest of bad conflict.

“You don't even play basket ball.”

“I know, just pretend.”

“Whatever, I’ll fetch you a shirt while you take a shower.” Elena said before hurrying  away and up the stairs. I stared after her, did she forget her body was smaller than mine. I had a little move curves around my body than Elena, there was no problem with it. Other than I can’t fit into her clothes.

I shrugged, Maybe she had an old baggy shirt I could use. I followed up the stairs and stright into the bathroom. The one connecting Jeremy’s room and Elena’s room together, I ran the water waiting before it was warm enough to hop in.

The water cascaded down my body smoothly as I reached for the faucet handle. Turning it right, shutting of the warm water. My hand wandered until I felt the fuzzy warm towel at my finger tips.

wrapping it around my body tightly, stepping out of the tub I now noticed a single heather grey t-shirt. Elena must of put it there while I was in the shower. I wasn't use to locking the door, at my house my lock was broken. It was a pain to try and have one with the three other siblings I had.

I dried myself off with the towel before dropping it to the floor. I picked up the shirt seeing it wasn't just any baggy t-shirt. It was one of Jeremy’s shirts that fitted perfectly on his upper body.

“Elena I think you gave me the wrong shirt!” I yelled through the door, hoping she could hear me. “No, Jeremy won’t get back before you leave, he wouldn't even notice it’s gone!” She yelled back to me.

I rolled my eyes, with the thought of her doing this because she thought Jeremy had a crush on me. She was delusional to think anything like that, wasn't he dating that weird Anna girl?

I knocked the thoughts of Jeremy away as I yanked the shirt over my head. Now that was kind of hard since this was his shirt. It felt warm and comforting against my skin. The grey fabric reached all the way to my mid-thigh.

I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, I surprising looked eye catching in this, It could of been the fact that it was freaking huge on my body. Or the fact that it was Jeremy’s shirt.

I took my eye from the mirror and walked to the left door. bending down quickly to grab the towel and my clothes. Tossing them freely into the laundry basket before joining Elena in her room.

My fingers tapped and clicked the letters of my laptop. Creating a new paragraph, closer to finishing my English homework. I sat on my bed with one leg hanging over the edge. The house was finally quite for the first time in a week.

My two younger brothers had a karate and dance class at the same time. My older sister was in her room playing the beautiful sound of her violin. I could picture her blank face as she harshly moved the bow with her delicate hand.

I looked up from my computer, staring at the grey shirt that settled on a chair across the room.  It’s strange how the soft fabric still caged in Jeremy’s forest scent, even after a few washes.

I hesitantly closed my laptop, placing it on my nightstand carefully. Before I knew it I grabbed the shirt from where it sat and made my way to the door.

Walking the few blocks to Elena’s felt different this time. Like there was an invisible rope pulling me towards it.

I knocked on the door, my hands fiddling with the sleeve of my sweater. My head shot up at the sound of footsteps. Getting louder until they stopped in front on the door. I sucked in a breath, having no idea why my nerves were off the walls.

The door opened with a low creak, Jeremy glanced at me once. Only giving me a slight glance at his oh so delicious body before he walked away, I could just run my tongue on his..

Did I always think of Jer that way? This was the only time I’ve ever caught myself. What was wrong with me?

Remember brother.  

Younger brother.

I shock my head mentally walking into the house and shutting the door behind me. I followed him into the kitchen, he picked up a sandwich and began eating it. His brown eyes closed as he moaned into it, The sound of it send pleasant chills up my spine.

“Elena’s not here.” He piped up with a full mouth, The pleasant chills disappearing at the sight of chewed up food. It surprises me how he could be so hot most of the time. Disgusting in times like now.

“I'm not here for Elena, I'm here for you.” I said as I leaned against the island in front of him. He suddenly choked on his food, coughing loudly. I looked away from him, “You are?” He asked as if that was the most strange thing in the world.

I nodded slowly, looking back at him. He set his killer sandwich on the counter, picking himself off of it next. He started towards me slowly, “Yeah, I came to bring your shirt back.” I said lifting the nicely folded shirt towards him. He stared down at it in misbelief, taking it steadily from my hands.

“This is my lucky shirt, How do you have it?” He asked me looking stunned out of his mind. “I looked everywhere for this.” He explained and all I could feel was myself blush. Of course, of all shirts Elena could of grabbed. She grabbed his ‘lucky’ shirt. I should of seen that coming awhile back.

“A few days ago Elena spilt coffee on me, she gave me your shirt to wear.” I said watched his expression change from bewilderment to sly.

“I bet it looks better on you than it ever did on me.” He said dropping his arms to the side of him. I narrowed my eyes at him, was her flirting with me? Jeremy has never done it before. Or I never noticed it before, it felt weird finding out old things that felt new.

I burst with a little laugh,” Jer, you’re like a brother to me.” I said hoping to throw him in the brother, a fake smile on my face.

He walked closer to me making my heart beat faster. I swallowed cursing at myself and wishing he didn't see how nervous I was. “How cute, you don't think I notice the glances you give. Not at all the way a sister looks at her baby brother.” He said seductively, Hooking his arms around my waist. pulling me closer, I gasped in shock as I placed my hand on his chest.

“I don't glace at you in anyway other than, like a brother.” I mumbled under my breath, knowing he heard it clearly from the close proximity between us. My voice trying to cover the weakness I felt under his gaze.

Jeremy has never tried anything near lust towards me before. I didn't know how to over power the deeper feelings. He tossed his shirt on to the table, not caring when it dropped to the floor with a light tap.   

With his now free hand he caressed my cheek gently. Driving my rational thoughts into a ditch and setting them into flames. My breath hitched in my throat, noticing he leaned towards my ear. “Are you sure about that Bella?” He asked, licking the outside of my earlobes. Little shivers made me bite my bottom lip hard.

He left open mouth kissed on my neck down to my collar bone. I sighed in bliss, pulling his head to my body further, I lost control.

[sissy-richie]

Figured I'd take a little time since Betty is off to work and Chloe is busy playing to post my feelings, so if Chloe decides to look back she will see that people that are important to her do care about her.

My wife Betty and I have been having long discussions after Chloe is off to bed and we've had a chance to have our time togeather, about Chloe and what it will take to help her.

  Betty has really brought home some good points about Chloe's life with me.

  I didn't think that she would become so concerned with Chloe because how their relationship had been in the past.

  Chloe has so much going against her in the aspects of her future, that I didn't think that much about it.

  Chloe has kept so much hidden about how she is really doing.

  Betty mentioned that with what Chloe has been through and how she gets treated by people and what some have done to her, she is suprised that Chloe hasn't given up on her life.

  Chloe's age is a major issue, very few are able to finish out their years with someone.

  Then the fact that Chloe has severe medical prolbems, not many are ready to take these on. Chloe could be considered as being high maintenance.

Chloe is always on a rollercoaster ride mentally when she sees others having a relationship or are able to do the things that she no longer can.

  This I've  noticed sends her into different stages of depression, sometimes very severe at times.

   The part of going anywhere is awkward and so much time has to be taken up just getting her ready to go out.

  Then Chloe has decided to regress to escape all the conflicts that she has, who'd want to take these on.

  Chloe recluses herself because people are so stuck on theirselves, and their lives to even try to begin to see what people that have serious handicaps as Chloe has to live with.

  Betty told me that Chloe is or has mental health issues that has rip herself apart.

  As she sees it, Chloe has been kicked down so many times that Chloe doesn't right now have the ability to make proper decisions in her life, and needs someone else that is willing to do it for her.

  In a way Chloe's has given up on life, she just hasn't ended her life yet. Betty told me that she's not shure if it will ever happen, but others have taken this measure, and she is willing to do what she can to make sure it doesn't happen.

  Betty told me that she is content that I took the proper move in getting Chloe back into therapy.

  Betty and I talked about so much more, but the last thing hit home with me, I hadn't even thought about it that much, guess that's why I love her so much. Betty is usaly the more level headed of the two of us.

  Where I work I have to deal with all ages of people with so many differen levels of special needs.

  I guess because I have to keep myself with the atention of my patients immediate needs, I haven't given much thought to their life's after they leave the hospital, and the care that we give them.

  We just hope that they will follow through, but in reality a good percentage we know wont.

  Being around Chloe again has brought so many memories back when I was helping her so many years ago.

  Living here with her makes me relise more today that I really didn't give much thought to certain factors that Chloe would be facing back then.

  Mabey I just expected to much of Chloe.

  Chloe is really intellectually challenged as I've started watching her and her actions.

  If she is and to what degree I will leave that up to her psychologist and her  therapist.

  The thing that I am struggling with is Chloe's therapist wants us to quit enabling her.

  Where I do agree to a degree I think it may be to soon to be begining this.

  There may be some little things that I may let her do, in general Chloe is doing so much better with how things are for her now.

  Chloe from what I've seen has let go and put her trust in both my wife and I, even though there are moments that she questioning our decisions and displays it when she has a tantrum.

  I really don't see it as I'm being her mother I feel it's more as my sister needs her family's help right now.

  I believe that keeping Chloe from the internet though it wasn't easy at first, but Chloe's attitude, and behavior has changed for the better since taking it away from her.

  I tried again to get her to make a post about her feelings, but she doesn't want anything to do with it.

  All Chloe wants to do is play with her toys and watch her shows.

  If Chloe is happy thats fine with me for now.

  Next week I have to go back to work but my hours will be different and I will have to juggle whatever time I have between Chloe and my wife.

  I like the idea that with my wife's hours and mine being different someone will always be with Chloe.

  But more importantly when I get home Chloe will already be asleep and I will be able to have some good quality time together with my wife.

  I mentioned to Betty that I was concerned that I was dropping Chloe's care on her, but she assured me that it wasn't going to be a problem, that she had also thought it was a good idea that there would always be someone there for Chloe.

I'm going to post this because I've got laundry to do house to clean and a little girl that needs me.