The Psychologist's Secret

Shock (Or The Chapter Where I Discover What the Hell is Going On)

"I was wondering if you guys wanted to join me for a movie? I found some great old musicals stashed away upstairs. There's also some pirated versions of a few popular movies."

I looked at him. "What musicals?"

"Hello Dolly, My Fair Lady, Grease, stuff like that."

I smiled. Something normal. Maybe I could handle the situation until I could get help.

And then Alek shattered the illusion I had in front of me. "I don't think so. Not tonight, at least. I still ned to show Ally around and kind of get her acclimated to the situation. Tonight, being her first night aake here, is the best option for that. But you go ahead. We may join you if everything goes well."

I felt my stomach clench. "Acclimated" could mean anything from making sure I realized I couldn't escape to pushing me into his fantasy world. I remembered how he had once told me I wouldn't like any of his fantasies very much. I had insisted, assuring him that I could handle anything he threw my way. He had still refused to tell me anything, saying I wasn't ready for that, as much as I insisted I was.

Riley looked at me guiltily. He knew I wasn't here of my own will and that I was scared shitless but he couldn't help me. He was obviously terrified of his older brother.

I smiled weakly, showing him that i didn't blame him a bit. Alek was terrifying, especially when he was angry.

Luckily, this whole exchange had gone unnoticed as Alek was cleaning up after the meal, standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing a few pots he's used to make the pasta. When he returned, he held out his hand to me, and, taking it, I rose gracefully from the chair.

"Let me give you a tour of the house."

Gently, he led me through the various rooms and hallways. It was a very simple, open floorplan that was easy to remember. As we walked, I counted four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a very large media room where Riley was camped out in front of a flat screen tv watching Grease.

The tour ended in front of the door to the bedroom I'd woken up in. "And this is where you and I will be staying." Alek pushed me through the door, and I stumbled a little bit, still unsteady from the massive beating he'd given me.

Catching me under the arms, Alek led me to the bed gently, concern on his face. I collapsed on the edge of the bed, breathing a little faster than I usually did. Alek leaned into me, and I looked up, startled. Carefully, he leaned closer and kissed me, his mouth gently molding to mine.

Against my own will, my mouth opened, inviting his tongue in. He accpeted and then I was a goner.

My body had been so starved for attention these past few months. With my fiance out of the country on a deployment for the Air Force, I was alone and very lusty. Before I could stop myself, my body was responding to Alek's touch and his heated kiss, my back arching and my arms wrapping gently around his neck, one hand playing idly with his hair.

Quite suddenly, I came to my senses as his hand went to the buttons on the side of my lingerie. My eyes flew open and I scrambled to pull away.

But I couldn't move.

Alek's hands held tightly to my waist, and his mouth moved down my jaw to my throat as he held me pinned there. "Stop trying. I won't be letting go any time soon. You know that. You've heard this fantasy."

I froze. This was going faster than I ever suspected it would. I needed to get out of this situation fast. Silently, I began opening the file drawers in my head where I kept the memories of my hostage situation training that was mandatory for all staff members at the hospital.

Stay calm, keep the kidnapper calm. Try to compromise, but if that's not possible give in to the demands you can safely give in to. If you can safely escape, do so quickly and quietly. If there are other hostages, keep them calm and treat all injuries to the best of your abilities with what you have available to you. Do not confront the hostage taker. Do not do anything to offend or anger the hostage taker if possible. Call for help the minute you are able.

Before I could begin to formulate a plan, Alek's hands were undoing buttons, his mouth was reclaiming mine, and I was a goner. There was a flurry of throwing fabric away from us as Alek stripped me of the one thing I had protecting my morale and my sanity.

"I hate you," I said, as his hands wrapped around my butt and breasts. His tongue swiped across one of my nipples and I fought to hold back a moan, so desperate was my body for sexual activity and pleasure.

I was a goner before I could even begin to fight. My hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, with his fly, and then he was pinning my arms down with one hand and pulling off my panties with the other and then we were both naked. He took one good look at me, laughing at the obvious need on my face, before sliding into me, sheathing himself to the hilt. I squirmed, needing the movement that was part of this dance that was as old as time itself. He chcukled darkly, bending down to whisper into my ear. "You're nothing but a slut, you know that? A dirty slut who can't keep her hands to herself."

I stilled instantly, guilt and dread washing through me. I hated myself for giving in to him. I dreaded what would come next. This fantasy was one of the milder ones he'd shared with me but it was still going to be very rough on me and my sanity.

I grimaced and, seeing that I was fully immersed in guilt and self hate, Alek started grinding his hips into me, not really dancing the dance but adding in the extra steps to the optional prelude. I gasped and failed to hold back a moan. I felt the tears dancing behind my lids as they shut. "Please, Alek," I whispered half-heartedly. I knew he wouldn't stop. He needed to fulfill his sick fantasy and I was the one he had chosen as his victim.

Oh Heaven help me.