The Illusion of Happiness: A We Happy Few FanFiction

Chapter Eight

A few hours later she woke up. She sighed, and sat up to look around, this time taking in her surroundings.
Across from her was the desk with food and water, the bottle of medicine sitting beside the food. She got up and moved to the desk, looking at the verity of food he had left for her. She grabbed a bottle of water and opened it before drinking it down almost immediately. She then tossed the empty bottle in the trash beside the desk and grabbed a slab of jerky. After munching on it, she realized how hungry she actually was and grabbed another slab. She devoured it before grabbing a piece of bread and the jar of honey.
Within minutes everything he had left for her was gone.
She grabbed the medicine and chased a pill down with some water before turning away from the desk.
On the other side of the bed was the wash room.
She moved towards it, peering into the room. It was clean and well stocked with supplies. She walked inside and went to the mirror, looking at her reflection. Seeing the dried blood from her right ear, she touched it. "I was asleep for three days?" She thought, remembering what Duncan had said. "What did that Doctor do to me?" Her head began to throb again. She whimpered, holding her head and closing her eyes tightly. It passed almost as quickly as it had came and she lowered her hands, turning towards the shower curtain. She pulled it back to reveal a nice, deep bath tub, with a shower head attached to the wall above it.
She looked around the room before slowly undressing and running a hot bath.
Once the tub was full, she slid down into the hot water. "Oh, this feels good." She whispered to herself.
She sat in the tub until the water was starting to get cold. Once she was done bathing, she got out of the tub and dried herself off before wrapping up in a nice, plush robe.
She then drained the tub and proceeded to fill the sink with water and a little soap so she could wash her clothes. "Good thing my grandma taught me how to do this." She thought, dunking her dress in first.
She washed it as thoroughly as she could before draining the water and refilling the sink with fresh warm water. It took a few rinses, but she finally got all the soap out and hung the dress on the curtain rod.
Last was her panties. Once washed and rinsed, they too were hung on the curtain rod to dry.
She then went back into the other room and laid down.
After a couple hours, she went back into the wash room to check her clothes. The dress was still wet, but her panties were dry.
She pulled them on, then pulled off the robe to lotion her skin. "I'm glad he thought to grab this." She spoke to herself, squirting some in her hand and proceeding to rub herself down.
Unbeknownst to her, Duncan had entered the bunker with fresh food and water, placing it on the desk. He smiled, both relieved and happy to see she had eaten. He looked towards the wash room before nearing it, peering in. "Bianca?"
She didn't hear him. She was before the mirror, standing only in her panties and completely focused on rubbing lotion on her skin.
He gasped inwardly, not taking his eyes off her. "She's so beautiful!" He thought, his eyes following the gentle curves of her hips and down her slender legs. He raised his eyes to her back as she raised her left arm to lotion it, revealing the side of her left breast. He groaned slightly, feeling the fire in his loins.
Bianca looked into the mirror, preparing to lotion her face.
He too looked into the mirror, their eyes locking.
Realizing he was standing there with her nearly naked, she cried out and covered her breasts with her arms. "Duncan?!"
He jumped back and darted away from the door. "Sorry, darling!" He replied quickly. He cleared his throat. "I brought you more food and water."
She pulled the robe over her body before looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. She gripped the robe at her chest, feeling her heart pound. "He just saw me naked!" She thought. After taking a couple of deep breaths to try and calm her nerves, she left the wash room.
He was in front of the desk where he took off his hat and roughed up his hair before unpacking the bag of food.
"I want to go home." She said suddenly, pulling the ties of the robe tight around her waist.
"I'm sorry, darling. They are looking for you. Your house has been ransacked. This is the safest place you could be, for now."
She began to cry. "Safe?! You have made me a prisoner!" She plopped down onto the bed, covering her face with her hands as she cried into them.
Duncan pulled off his mask, laying it on the desk next to his hat. He then knelt before her and grabbed her hands, slowly pulling them from her face. "Please try to understand, my dear." He kissed her left hand. "I am only trying to keep you safe. That Doctor nearly killed you. I thought, for a moment, that he had! Your heart stopped. He thought you were dead as well and left the room. He didn't care, Bianca. You were a test subject to him. He came back just after his equipment began to register your heart beating. He wanted to continue his test on you, despite what had happened! I wouldn't let him. I killed him!"
A tear trickled down her cheek as she looked at him. "You killed him?"
"I killed him and got you out of there, Bianca." He smiled tenderly as he released one hand, and touched her wet cheek before tucking her hair behind her ear. "I won't make you take anymore Joy, but you have to stay here until things calm down. Once they stop looking for you, you can leave, but you can never go back home."
Bianca sniffled and blinked the tears from her eyes. "Where wou..would I go th..then?"
He leaned in closer. "With me to my home, if you like."
She parted her lips as her eyes locked with his.
He released her other hand, gently taking her cheeks in his gloved hands. He looked at her soft lips before raising his eyes to look back into hers. "I want to kiss you so badly, darling."
Her heart began to pound in her chest. She could feel her cheeks warming up as they became flushed. "Then kiss me, Duncan." She whispered.
He licked his lips before suddenly pressing them to hers.
She whimpered, her eyes slowly closing as she grabbed his coat at his chest, returning his delicious kiss.
After a moment he slowly pulled his lips from hers. "Mmmm." He moaned. "I have been wanting to do that for a while."
She bit her lower lip shyly before taking his cheeks. "Me too. Don't stop." She whispered seductively before pressing her lips to his.
They kissed passionately.
Before she knew it, she was being pushed to her back.
His hands soon moved down her body, following the curves of her hips, then down her thighs. He grabbed her under the knees, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist.
Their kiss was soon deep and hungry as he slowly glided his hands up the back of her thighs and under her robe.
She moaned and tilted her head, following the rhythm of his kiss as her hands continued to hold his cheeks. His big, strong hands touched her tenderly and it sent a shudder through her body.
His hands were soon holding her ass, where he pulled her against him, grinding her lower body against his. The fire in his loins was becoming intense. He wanted to take her right then and there. He moved his hands from under the robe to grab the ties.
She whimpered as he slowly pulled them loose, parting the robe slightly.
His lips soon moved to kiss her bare chest.
She whimpered again, gripping his coat at his waist. She could feel his arousal and it sent tingles through her. Nearly consumed by desire, she gripped the buttons of his coat, slowly pulling them loose. She got half way down when he pulled away from her suddenly.
He was nearly trembling, his breathes labored. "I don't know what came over me, darling. Please forgive me."
She slowly sat up as he fixed his clothes. She licked her lips, her eyes looking up into his.
He was eyeing what he could see of her chest. He turned away quickly, grabbing his mask. "I must go. I shall come back in a few hours to check on you."
She jumped from the bed and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Please don't leave me alone!"
He looked at his mask before looking down at the small hands that embraced his chest. He touched one of her hands. "I have to. When it calms down I shall come get you, but for now, you must stay here. It is for your own safety, darling."
She lowered her hands and turned away from him.
He put on his mask and grabbed his hat. "If another Doctor got ahold of you, they'd try that experiment on you again and end up killing you. If you didn't die by a Doctor's hand, then you'd surely die by a fellow Constable's hand. I hope you shall come to understand my intentions. I truly only wish to protect you, my dear." He placed it on his head and glanced over his shoulder to look at her. He sighed before moving to the door.
"Duncan?" She spun around to face him.
He turned back to her.
She raised her hands to her shoulders and slowly began to slip the robe off. "What can I do to change your mind?" She whispered seductively.
His heart began to thump in his chest. "B-Bianca, I can't."
The robe slipped from her shoulders and came to rest in the crook of her elbows, her breasts were nearly fully visible.
His eyes traced her face before slowly lowering. She had a beautiful slender neck. Her shoulders were soft with gently slopes. His eyes scanned her chest. Her d-cupped breasts were full and large for her petit size.
He went to her, stopping directly in front of her. "Bianca..." He began in a whisper but she interrupted him by removing his mask.
"Please stay with me." She whispered.
His breaths were becoming almost labored once again as the arousal swept through him like a wildfire.
She glided a hand up the back of his neck, slowly pulling him towards her as she rose up on her tip toes, her lips pressing against his.
Their kiss was once again hungry and passionate.
She moaned and tilted her head, opening her mouth wider.
He understood her actions and pushed his tongue into her mouth, pressing it against hers. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her small body against his. His body was beginning to betray him as his self control started deteriorating.
A louder moan escaped her throat as she pressed her tongue to his, their tongues dancing in unison.
He moved his hands to her bare shoulders and slowly glided them down her arms. He ended the kiss suddenly, slowly pulling his lips from hers. "That was delicious!" He thought. He grabbed the fabric of the robe as he looked her in the eyes. "Darling," He whispered. "I want to do this in my home; in my bed." He slowly pulled the robe back up her arms.
"Then take me home with you, Duncan." She whispered back gently. Her voice was tainted with desire and it did not fall on deaf ears.
He fixed her robe before kissing her lips. "Not yet. We must wait until it is safe." He took his mask and placed it back on his face. He looked back into her eyes which held a bit of sadness.
"Please don't go." She whispered.
"I have to. I'm sorry, my dearest." He turned away from her and unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped out into a long hallway. He looked back at her. She hadn't moved. She only clutched her robe at her chest.
"I shall see you in a few hours, okay, darling?" He pulled the door closed, locking it.
She ran to the door, tugging on the handle. "Duncan, please let me out! You can't keep me in here!!!" She cried. She rested her head against the steel door, sobbing. "Please don't leave me alone!"
On the opposite side of the door, he listened. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. It won't be for long, I promise." He whispered, turning and walking away.
She continued to cry against the cool steel door. "Come back!" She sobbed. "Duncan, come back! Please!!" She slid down, sitting on the floor with her head still against the door as she cried.
After around twenty minutes she lifted herself from the floor and laid on the bed. Her crying soon subsided to sniffles as she laid facing the wall.
Before long, she fell asleep.