Together Until We Die...

Chapter 11

Chris Pronger's cousin strutted into the room. Her evil gleam terrified Patrick, as she came up to him. Normally he was the one seducing females, but right now he wasn't. He was the one being seduced.

"Lilah, dear, seduce him good. If he cracks, he'll know about it!" Pronger glowered at Patrick, making him shiver with horror at the thought of what the ex-Flyer was hinting at, what he was going to do. "I'll let you two have some fun!" He exited the room, slamming the door shut.

Patrick turned back to the woman, who pulled a chair up to him. She sat down and put her arms on the top, crossing them. She put her head down, resting it on her arms. Her short red hair dangled around her face. Her locks reached down to her shoulders, barely going an inch more. Her eyes glowed a bright gray color.

Contacts, Patrick thought at once. By no means was this woman highly attractive to him, which was probably going to become a bad thing. It may have been why Pronger had picked her. He was going to test the ladies' man alright. To the limit.

"I want you to refer to me only as Queen Lilah. If you call me Lilah or Miss or anything else, I will make sure that you get punished extra bad!"

Patrick watched her, closely and nodded. It took extra control, not to lash out behind the tape at her, which he was positive would give him one strike. He didn't want to become the pawn under her control that made him hurt his best friend. He would do his best to remain on good behavior, as much as he would come to hate it. He would not allow Jonathan to get tortured with electricity.

"Alright, I don't normally fuck blondes, but you do have Mary Sue blue eyes, which turns me on every time, so I guess for my Chrissy, I'll choke back the vile!"

"That's funny," Patrick thought in his head, mentally rolling his eyes, "I don't fuck revolting, bitchy redheads!"

She frowned, clearly upset that he was being so easy, but then she screwed her face up and smirked. Her eyebrows knit together, maliciously, as she stood back up, bringing her leg around the chair. She walked up to Patrick and instantaneously ripped the tape from his mouth.

Before he could make a noise, her repulsive mouth came down on his. She stuck her tongue inside his mouth, causing him to choke and launch forward in his seat. She bit him on the tongue with her teeth, making him jerk upward. His frightened blue eyes snapped to his captain, who lay with his eyes closed. He was breathing, but Patrick knew that it was heavy, anxious breaths.

The younger Blackhawk was pulled back into focus, but the woman's hands glided over his face, wildly dancing about, pulling and yanking at his messy curls on top of his head. She made out, assaulting his entire head, from the nape of his neck up to the tallest tip of his chaotic ringlets. It was a struggle not to put up a fight against her.

"I'm impressed Hawk Boy, you're pretty tough!" She whispered into his agape mouth, her warm breath filling him. "I'll just have to break you!"

With that, she pulled back at once. At the far end of the room, which, up until now, had been covered in dark, gloomy shadows, was suddenly lit up. A bed, which had a dozen sets of ropes dangling from bars that surrounded all but the front side of it, came into his vision. The bed was positioned in the center of the wall, the backboard of bars leaned against the unfinished paint job. There were cracks in the wall and holes. On either side of the day-bed style piece of furniture, were little nightstands with a set of four candles.