The Illusion of Happiness: A We Happy Few FanFiction

Chapter Eleven

Bianca finished her bath and got dressed, exiting the washroom. She looked up at the hatch. "I could use some air." She thought, climbing the ladder. She unlocked it and struggled to get it open, but was successful. She pushed it up slightly, looking out at the darkening world. "It's getting late. Duncan should be here soon." She thought.
"What's out there that fascinates you so, my love?" A familiar male voice asked suddenly.
She gasped and slipped, losing her grip on the hatch. It fell shut with an echoing clang. She cried out as she lost her footing on the ladder in an attempt to look over her shoulder and began to fall.
"Bianca!" Duncan gasped, running to catch her. He caught her before she hit the floor. "Are you okay?! I didn't mean to startle you."
"I'm okay."
"What were you doing?" He asked as he lowered her to the floor.
"I just wanted some fresh air."
He smiled and nodded. "I see."
She adjusted her dress.
"Last night I had a hard time sleeping. I just kept thinking about you. I longed to just holding you in my arms. I can't wait any longer." He pulled out a pill. "It's time to take you from this place." He reached for her.
"What is that? Is that Joy?!" She cried, pushing on his arm.
He pressed his hand to her chest and gently pushed her against the wall. "You must take this."
"No, please!!" She cried, pushing against his left shoulder as her other hand held his right wrist. She struggled to keep him back as she moved her right hand to push against his face.
In a last ditch effort to thwart him, she knocked his mask off his face. She hit him a little harder then she had intended and that shock faltered him momentarily, making him drop the pill.
She managed to brake free of his grasp but he grabbed her quickly, taking her wrists in his gloved hands.
"Darling, please stop fighting me."
"No!" She cried, tugging her hands. "You said you wouldn't make me take Joy anymore!" She began to sob as she slowly slid down the wall and to a sitting position.
He knelt before her, still holding her hands. He leaned close to her, his hot breath on her neck. "I meant it." He whispered.
She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away from him.
He seemed preoccupied as he smelled the soft flesh of her neck and then her hair; The sent of her bath still fresh on her body. "You smell delicious." He loosened his grip on her wrists before releasing one. His free hand slowly glided down her side, his lips hovering near her neck.
Her heart thumped in her chest and she held her breath; waiting.
His lips brushed the tender flesh of her neck. "I love you, Bianca." He whispered. "I promise I will not harm you." He pulled his head back slightly as she turned to face him. Her cheeks were tinted with a hint of red. She raised her free hand to touch his cheek as her lips parted ever so slightly. He smiled before leaning towards her once again. "I want to take you from this place. Don't you want that?" He whispered passionately.
"Of course I do." Bianca whispered. She lowered her eyes to his lips just as he subconsciously licked them.
"Darling?"
In a split second, her lips were fused to his in a kiss and it send tingles down his spine.
He released her other wrist and immediately took her cheeks, his eyes falling shut as he returned her kiss.
Bianca gripped his coat at his chest as she pulled him close.
Their kiss was becoming wild and passionate as their tongues touched and danced. It was delicious and sent her mind to cloud nine.
He slowly glided his hands down her body, following her curves.
She shuddered gently as his hands moved along her hips and down her thighs. She whimpered and tilted her head, her hands moving up to hold his cheeks.
Duncan slowly pulled his lips from hers. "I'm finally going to make you mine." He whispered passionately as he picked up the pill. "Take it."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "You said you wouldn't give me Joy."
He grabbed her hand and dropped the pill into her palm before he took her cheeks. "It's not what you think it is, my love. Look at it."
He pulled his hands back as she looked down at the pill in her hand. It was an orange pill with a smiling sun on it. She looked back at him. "What is it?"
"It's Sunshine. It makes you look like you're on Joy without any of the side effects." He grabbed a bottle of water from the table, holding it towards her. "Take it. It's the only way I can get you out of here unless you take Joy."
She grabbed the bottle of water as she popped the pill into her mouth and washed it down.
He kissed her lips tenderly.
*
She whimpered as she slowly woke up.
Unfamiliar smells and sounds startled her, forcing her to wake in a panic. She sat up quickly, looking around the dim room. "Where am I?" She thought. "How did I get here?"
She took a steady, deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. That's when the memories came back.
She was with Duncan as he led her out of the bunker. They happened upon a rather startling scene that involved a couple Downers and several Constables. She began to freak out. Duncan grabbed her from behind, covered her masked mouth, and had injected her with something before they were discovered.
The rest is blank.
She began to calm down as she took in her surroundings.
The room was neat and clean. A small bedside table with a lamp was on the opposite side of her; The lamp on a low setting. There was a chair beside the window on which a Constable's uniform lay, folded neatly with his hat, badge, gloves, mask, name tag, and belt sitting on top.
"I'm in Duncan's house." She thought, relaxing. She was on large, soft bed, tucked under the blankets. She slowly crawled out from under the covers, slipping her legs off the side of the bed. Looking down at her body, she noticed she had been dressed in a nightgown. She glided her hands over the silk material. Her body tingled with the thought of Duncan undressing her to put it on.
She rose to her feet and moved to a large stand up mirror across from the bed where she observed herself. The nightgown was quite lovely; the silk complemented her soft skin. The spaghetti straps were pulled tight against her shoulders because of the size of her breasts. The top plunged low, showing all her cleavage and nearly half her breasts; her nipples barely covered by the lace seam.
It was short, stopping half an inch below her ass cheeks. "This is beautiful! He has good taste." She though, smiling.
After admiring herself, she moved to the chair. She picked up his name tag and gently ran her fingers over his name. She laid it back down and grabbed his badge, it was shiny and had a little weight to it; the gold recently polished.
She placed it back on his uniform and turned to the window. Pulling back the heavy curtain, she saw it was dark outside.
She released the curtain and looked toward the two doors opposite from her. Around one of the doors a light shown through. She neared it and slowly pushed it open.
Inside it was bright and steamy. Duncan had just finished showering and was standing before the mirror, shaving. He was naked, except for a towel that was tied around his waist.
"Wow!" She thought as she nearly gasped, looking him over. "He is so hot!!"
She always knew he was well muscled but didn't imagine how defined he was without clothes, and nearly free of body hair. His shoulders were broad and tense. She subconsciously licked her lips as her eyes glided over his deliciously sculpted body.
Every once in a while he'd grab a hand towel and wipe the mirror of condensation so he could see. Once finished, he patted his face with aftershave and turned to the door.