Monster

What I've Become 2x11

I had woken up...like a few days later.....

My eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds I hoped to see color. All I saw was the bland white walls of the room I'm held prisoner in. Somehow I managed to prop myself on my elbows before quickly lying back down. I had zero energy in me. I felt so weak. To make matters worse, I was starving. I heard someone clear their throat. "Good. You're finally awake." I felt my heart start pumping faster. Gosh not this bastard. I lifted up my head and saw the person I hated the most. Harry....

He has food with him. I couldn't tell what it was. The aroma of the food wafted its way to my nose. I could feel myself drooling.

.....

I blinked, my vision was still quite shitty. I groaned, my stomach churned from being so empty.

"Here" He said, holding a fork to my lips. I looked at the shrimp. I licked my lips.

"No" I said. Why should I eat? He probably drugged that too.

"Paige" He said, looking at me with his cold hard eyes.

"I refuse" I said casually. I was not in the mood at all.

"You must eat, or you'll die" Harry said, holding the fork to my lips. I shook my head.

"I'm already dead"

I grabbed his hand that held the fork, and dipped the tip of shrimp in its sauce. I put it to his lips. His green eyes kept their interest on me. I clicked my teeth together, encouraging him to take a bite. He did. I set the fork down and I lightly dipped all of his fingers in sauce.

I kept my eyes on him. I dragged the tip of my tongue across his thumb, licking and sucking. I licked along the salty skin and made it to his index. I repeated the first steps and made my way to his middle finger. I kissed the bottom and licked my way up his long finger. I swirled my tongue around it, watching his facial expression. His face was scrunched and his mouth was open ajar. I took his middle finger in my mouth and slowly bobbed my head, deep throating. I heard him groan. I had him. And I had him good. I slipped to the last two fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. I bit down on his thumb.

"Baby..." He groaned.

I looked up at him with dilated eyes. I leaned in closer to him. I could feel his breathing increase with each glance he took. His eyes traveled everywhere. From my face to my thighs. Our faces were nearly centimeters away.

"This is what I've become" I whispered.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered, panting a bit heavily.

"I like this. I know what you've been doing to me. All this week, you've been giving me drugs. Getting me high. Its all so new to me and I like it. I like you. I like this feeling. It feels sooo good" I said, the last sentence was more of a moan.

Harry's eyes glazed over with a jade colour, no longer the emerald they once were.

"Paige" was all he managed to say.

"Harrrry" I dragged out, putting his hand over my covered crotch. I moved his hand around as I bucked my hips. I looked at him, his eyes dropping down to his hand.

"Holy F-fuck"

" Mmm " I hummed, moving his hand at a faster pace. My poked my nose with his, shutting my worn out auburn eyes. My mouth opened.

"Harry" I whispered, "do me a favour"

"An-nything"

"Go get me a journal" I said, seriously looking at him, dropping his hand away.

Harry tried to speak but he just sat there. After a moment or two, he looked at me with cold eyes once more.

"Why"

"Because. I'm a guest. Never make a guest unhappy" I told him, crossing my legs. I made no eye contact with him whatsoever.

"You are not a guest. You are a hostage. There is a difference" he said.

I scoffed, "Difference. That word is so ugly. Its disgusting."

"How so?"

"I see the smiles plastered to their faces. I see the fake gleam in their eyes. The dread seeps into their souls, eating them alive. See? All the same"