Beautifully Wrong

Help!

WARNING: For those of you disturbed/offended/and or grossed out easily, this is not the book for you. This is the last reminder I will be putting up. I just wanted to put this last one here in regards to what happens in this chapter, because it's not smut. It can be disturbing to some readers...

Magenta stood before her brother nervously. She shook slightly and held the door tighter. It was only four thirty in the morning. She was tired and afraid. Riff-Raff was also tired by the looks of the dark circles under his eyes.

"Do you really have to go?" She asked sadly. Riff-Raff nodded.

"Frank ordered me to go into Denton and get "supplies" for his creation. You know I'd rather stay here with you, but I wouldn't like to get whipped again either..." He looked off into the empty space beside her. Magenta put her hand on his cheek and turned his face back to hers. Their eyes met and she looked deep into his eyes.

"I understand. I'm just...scared to be here vizhout you... Zhat's all." She let her hand drop and shrugged. She twiddled her thumbs nervously.

"Why?" He asked quietly.

Magenta looked up at Riff-Raff and their eyes met again. Her eyes were filled with terror. They explained everything for him. A tear trickled out of her luscious green eyes and she put her head down. Riff-Raff pulled her into his arms as she started to silently weep. He plead she wasn't right.

"Everything will be fine." Riff tried reassuring her. She shook her head.

"You don't know zhat. Frank's intelligent enough to concoct somezhing zhis evil. You vill be gone for zhe vhole veekend you know. You von't be back until Monday.... Today's Friday." He held her tighter in his arms.

A few moments later, he pulled back just enough so they were face to face.

"Listen to me. I will always protect you. Nothing bad will happen to you when I'm here. Understand?"

Magenta nodded her head, although she didn't agree. But, you won't be here. She thought. That's the point. You'll be a few miles away. She had no doubt he would always protect her, but there was just no way they could hold back the truth.

Riff-Raff smiled slightly and kissed her forehead.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." She mumbled. "Come home safe, darling."

"I will, I promise. You stay out of trouble now, you hear?" He asked faking a sternness in his tone. She laughed slightly.

"Okay, I vill. Love you." He kissed her.

"Love you too."

And with that, Riff-Raff walked away. Magenta watched as he walked to the truck, got in, and drove away. She missed him already. She quietly closed the door and began her chores for the day.

At around five thirty that night, Magenta noticed she hadn't seen Frank all day. She had cooked him all his meals, and he'd eaten them, but she hadn't seen him eat them. She washed the dinner dishes and went to feed the dogs. She stayed their awhile and just stroked the dogs as they ate.

"Life is so simple for you, isn't it?" The dogs chowed down on their food. "You never have to vorry about vhat vill happen to you day after day, you don't have to vorry about your love for someone being discovered, you don't even have to vork..." The dog on the far right licked her hand. "I vish I vas a dog sometimes..." Magenta smiled to herself about how childish that had sounded. She stood up and left the back room.

As she made her way to her and her brother's room, she frowned. He wasn't home. He wasn't here to comfort her. What was the point of going to bed if she wasn't going to be able to sleep without him there? She walked a bit slower to her room. She was so focused on being upset by her brother's absence that she ran into Frank. She stumbled back, but he caught her by her arm.

"Are you alright, Magenta?" He asked, the sympathy in his voice sounding fake. She nodded.

"I'm sorry, master, I vasn't vatching vhere I vas going..." Now she was in for it; she just knew it. But instead of a fierce grip leading her down to be whipped, a warm, unwelcoming hand found it's way to the small of her back.

"That's alright. I was looking for you anyway."

"F-for me? V-v-vhy? She stuttered.

"Because... You remember that offer we talked about a few weeks ago?" He asked, faking curiousness. She nodded nervously. "Well I've decided that your time to think about it is up." He started leading her down to the other side of the hall. "Come with me."

Magenta tensed with fear, but didn't dare freeze. It'd only be twice as worse. She'd told Riff this was going to happen. Why hadn't he listened to her? Why hadn't she stopped him from leaving? Frank led her into his room and closed the door behind them. The click of the lock terrified her. She was truly trapped. Her time to escape his grasp had come and gone, and she hadn't taken it. Why didn't she go with Riff-Raff?

Magenta started to tremble with fear as she heard the clicking of his heels approach her from behind. The click of his heels reminded her of the click of the lock. It reminded her even more of how she was truly trapped.

Frank's hand found her shoulder and pushed her hair off to the side. He slowly placed kisses along her neck making his way up to her mouth. She shook in fear. Frank turned Magenta so they were face to face. He kissed her quickly and urgently on the lips. She whined as he pressed harder into her.

"Don't worry, Magenta, it won't hurt... Too much... I'll go easy on you, considering it's your first time... But not too easy." He whispered.

Frank started to unbutton the front of Magenta's uniform and threw her apron and little maids hat onto the floor. Magenta started crying. Tears streamed quietly down her face as Frank undressed her. After he was done undressing her of everything except her panties and stockings, he guided her hands to undress him. Her fingers trembled and fumbled as he did so.

After he was out of everything except his underwear, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. He pressed her bare chest up against his as he bit her neck. She whimpered as he bit down too hard and her blood coated his mouth. He lifted his head. He looked as though he'd taken a chunk out of her neck by all the blood in his mouth and on his lips. His hands wandered to her breasts. She let a few more tears fall.

Why didn't she go with Riff-Raff? Why hadn't she ran to her room and locked the door? What had she done to deserve this? Riff-Raff will never forgive me now. she thought. He'll never want to touch me again. Another man has defiled me. I'm no good to him now. He'll never love me now that I've been touched by another man. She cried a little harder at the thought.

"Stop crying." Frank said sternly. "Don't act like it's the last night of your life....unless you want it to be that way." He added smugly.

He grabbed her by her waist and picked her up. He pinned her down on his bed and slowly removed her panties and stockings. He touched her like she had been touched before, but it didn't feel the same. This wasn't Riff-Raff. This wasn't the man she loved. This was the man she hated more than anything, especially after tonight. The man she would kill if any given chance arose.

The rest of the weekend went on about the same as Friday. He would use her as he pleased, force her to do her housework and cook for him, then he'd force her to sleep with him again. Some nights even making her stay with him in his room. She dreaded every minute, every second, of every day of that weekend and wished it to end.

"Please come home, Riff-Raff. Please..." She whispered out the window. She put out her cigarette.

"Magenta, come to bed. We're going to use the whip tonight. You've been a very naughty girl..."