The Storm

Part 17

Ayla stood awkwardly in the bathroom. Her body went numb at Jack's next command. His words rang in her ears. 'Take your clothes off.' Not again she whined to herself. She was not going to be humiliated again. She finally found her voice. "No." She said firmly as she was brave enough to look at his face. Jack's body went rigid. He was quiet for a moment, most likely trying to process if she had really just told him no. Ayla watched as he slipped his mask off of his face and stared at her with his inky black sockets.

"What did you say?" He seethed.

"I said no. I will not get naked with you in this room. Not again." She said trying to sound a little less rude. She did not want to push him any further than she felt like she had to. Jack crossed the room within seconds. He had Ayla's petite throat in his hand as he backed her up to the wall. She slammed her back against it knocking the wind out of her lungs.

"You do not get to tell me no. If I tell you to get naked I better see your clothes pool at your feet. If I say dance I better see the best fucking cancan I'll ever see. You listen to me now. I own you and you will do as I say, when I say it. Do you understand?"

Ayla's wide eyes pleaded with the man once more but she slowly nodded and Jack let her go. "Take your damn clothes off and get your ass in that shower...now."

Ayla hesitantly unbuttoned her shirt with trembling hands. She looked at Jack and winced when she seen him watching her with a satisfied smirk plastered across his face. She turned her gaze away from him and finished undressing before stepping into the shower and closing the curtain. The water was hot and it was soothing to Ayla's aching muscles. She let the water flow over her face, calming her briefly. She hadn't even noticed the shower curtain behind her open and Jack stepping in. He wrapped his arms around her from behind chuckling at the light scream Ayla let out.

"W-What are you doing?!" Ayla screamed as Jack pulled her back against his bare chest.

"Punishment." Jack mumbled as his nose trailed across the nape of her neck. Ayla immediately started to sob. Jack smiled and Ayla could feel his sharp teeth graze her skin. She tried to pull away from him, but he was steadfast in his grip. He turned her around so that she was facing him. Ayla's face immediately went tomato red. He was naked. With her. Jack pulled her close to him before he pushed her up against the tiled wall of the shower. Ayla tried with all her might to shrink away from the killer. His chest was now pressed against hers, holding her in place. Jacks trailed up her hips and up her stomach making Ayla cry out. He finally gripped his hand in her hair and pulled her head to the side. He licked over her neck and shoulders. He grunted as his tongue traced over the scars he had previously made. Tears streamed down Ayla's cheeks as she begged and screamed for him to let her go. Jack bit down on her shoulder making her knees buckle under her. Jack placed his knee between her legs to steady her and keep her from falling. He sucked and licked at the blood that was flowing freely from the new wound. He noticed that she had gotten a little too quiet. He pulled away from her shoulders and placed his mouth over hers. She gasped from the sudden action and he took his opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth. She groaned as iron filled her mouth. He was forcing her to taste her own blood. He pulled away from her and smirked as she started to sob again. He ran his fingers through her wet and tangled hair as he tried to shush her.

"Its not all that bad...is it?" He cooed. His voice was ridden with a sinister lust. He pushed his knee up softly, grinding it into the woman's sex. It was hot and Jack knew that whether or not she liked it or not, her body was reacting to him. Ayla's cheeks burned crimson as she clenched her eyes and turned her face away from him. "you're not going to answer me?" He asked innocently as he placed soft kisses across her collar bones. She still said nothing. Jack came back to her face to claim her lips once more. Ayla still did not reciprocate his actions. Jack didn't care. He quickly turned her around so that her back was now facing him. His hands slid down her sides, coming to rest on her hips before he pulled them out and away from the rest of her body. He ran his hand over the curves of her bottom as he moved closer to her. Jack was ready to take her. Ayla whimpered as she felt him get closer. She knew what he was about to do. She felt his member prod at her sensitive area.

"Jack... Please! Don't...Not yet...." She cried through sobs. Jack paused and much to Ayla's surprise, he backed away from her. He got out of the shower.

"Make sure you wash everything. Even your hair." He mumbled before going quiet. Ayla stood in the shower shocked that he had actually stopped before he robbed her of her innocence. She done as she was told and turned off the shower. She opened the curtain and seen Jack, fully dressed, holding a towel out to her. She took it and dried off. Jack then held out a yellow heap of clothing. Ayla took it from him giving him a curious look. She unfolded it to see it was a set of her Pikachu singlet. She looked up at Jack with a questioning look. "I want your hair in a bun as well." He said sternly. Ayla nodded as she slid the pjs on. She looked in the mirror and set to pulling her hair up and into a bun. He was making her look like she had on that night. Ayla shuddered. This guy was a pure psycho. As she pulled the scrunchie around her bun his hands reached out and put something around her neck. Ayla paused and watched in the mirror as Jack set to fastening the leather collar around her neck. He looked up at her. His eyes locked with hers. He smirked as the pad lock clicked, locking the collar on her neck. Ayla stared numbly at him.

"I told you. I own you now." He smiled triumphantly.