If We Survive The Night

Happy Place

Casey

*** Warning: the following chapter contains some unpleasant scenes. Nothing hardcore, but if you're sensitive or easily triggered, maybe skip this one... ***

"So," says Owen, coming closer until his wide frame conceals Jaden from me. "I think we have an unfinished business."

"Do we?" I say, just to win some time. I have no idea what to say, how to prevent what I suspect is about to happen. I never wore handcuffs before, have never been physically restrained. This feeling of helplessness is sickening. Not sure if I could fight him off even with my hands free, but I could at least try. Now all I can do is talk.

"I think we do," he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me. All my instincts scream for me to get away, but with my hands secured to the headboard, there's little freedom of movement. So, I stay still. I could perhaps kick him, but that will likely only result in him tying up my feet as well. Behaving myself seems like my best option right now.

"So," I say, trying to suppress the tremor in my voice. "You do like me more than Jen, after all."

"Not more, necessarily." He runs a finger down my cheek, and I force myself not to flinch away. "Just in a different way. Always wanted to do it with sisters, to compare. A sister and a brother will do, too."

"A peculiar fetish."

"I have a few of those." He removes his hand and leans in, his face suddenly too close. I steel myself as his lips touch mine, but when his tongue enters my mouth, instincts take over, and I push away. With my back to the wall, I glare at him.

"Fighty?" he says, his smile making it clear it's a good thing to him.

"Remove the handcuffs and you'll find out," I say. "Fight fair and all that."

He moves in again, and I turn my face away, avoiding his lips.

"I'll bite you," I warn him.

He pauses. I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He's still smiling.

"Want to die toothless?" he asks.

"No."

"Will you bite, then?"

"No," I say. "I won't."

"Get the fuck away from him!" Jaden growls, out of my sight. The anger in his voice makes me shiver a bit, but Owen doesn't seem impressed. He glances over his shoulder, then turns back to me, shaking his head.

"Be quiet," he says, apparently addressing Jaden.

He kisses me again, and I let him. His breath quickens, and his hand finds its way under my shirt, sliding up my stomach to my chest. He pinches my nipple, and I gasp, startled.

"Like it?" he whispers before his mouth invades mine again.

A twitch in my pants announces that my body does react a bit. My pulse speeds up, and it's not all panic. I don't want this, not at all. Yet when he breaks the kiss and puts a hand on my crotch, his smile widens, and I just feel like dying.

"You like it," he says.

"I don't!"

"You will, then. This is your last time, so we'll make it count." He bends down, pulls my shirt up and plants a wet kiss on my stomach.

"Stop it!" Jaden snaps.

I look at him over Owen's head and find him strain against his ropes. With him, Owen didn't bother with handcuffs, or maybe he didn't have enough of them. I try to catch Jaden's eye and shake my head. There is no use in him drawing attention to himself. Owen is after me, so Jaden is pretty lucky he hasn't been killed yet. His best shot is keeping quiet.

If he caught my gesture, he ignores it completely.

"Hey!" he calls out again. "I'm talking to you! Leave him alone!"

That finally makes Owen's wet mouth leave my skin, and he turns to look at Jaden.

"Why would I?" he says, flatly.

"He doesn't want this!"

"It's not about what he wants." He spreads his hands. "Here, I do what I want. It's my happy place."

"What is this place, anyway?" I say, desperate to engage him in a conversation. "Where are we?"

"A cabin."

"Yours?"

"No." He frowns. "I don't know who's the owner. They only use it in winters during the skiing season. So, when I hang out here in summers, nobody finds out."

"Where is it?"

"Why're you so chatty all of a sudden? Trying to waste my time? We've better things to do."

"Leave him alone," Jaden calls out again. "Just... You can have me if you want."

"You're not my type," Owen says.

"Why did you bring me here then?"

"To watch." Owen shrugs. "Having audience adds to the experience. It's even better given that you have a crush on him."

"What?" Jaden blinks. "What're you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, the way you look at him?" Owen laughs, shaking his head. "He's a cute little thing, isn't he? And you've just offered yourself to take his place. Not something one would do for just anybody." He turns to me, runs his hand under my shirt again. "I think your friend is getting jealous. I think he wishes to be in my place."

He leans forward again, and sucks on my neck. The disgust, fear and arousal flare up inside of me. I catch Jaden's eye, his expression that of helpless fury. It's so much worse with him watching. I wish he would just close his eyes and let me go through this alone.

"Like it?" Owen asks, his breath hot against my neck.

I stifle down a 'no'. It's clear that resisting isn't going to do me any good. Maybe playing along could help?

"Yeah," I breathe out, avoiding looking at Jaden. I really hope he knows I'm pretending. It's so embarrassing that he might actually think I'm enjoying this. "Yeah, that's nice."

"It's going to get better."

"Yeah... you're kind of hot."

"Really?" He looks up. I eye him with my lips half-open, trying to look turned on. A flushed face and fast breathing I don't even need to fake.

"Yeah," I whisper. "If you remove the handcuffs, we can do it proper."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "You're offending my intelligence."

"No, I really..."

"You'll die in those cuffs," he says. "But before you do, I'll have you thanking me for the best time of your life."

His hand cups my crotch again, and I hear Jaden growl in his chair.

"Don't touch him!"

"Put a sock in it, will you?" Owen says without turning to him. "I do what I want."

"You can't do this."

"Why not?"

There's a pause and then Jaden says, "I'll tell you why."