Somnia Moon

Chapter 17: Wrong

A wave of dizziness rolled over her as the library became a forest, the sudden change in surroundings making her stumble, and she almost tripped over a rock that hadn't been there a moment ago, her head pounding. Alex hated teleportation. She'd much rather walk miles to get to her destination than simply appear there in a matter of seconds. Teleportation, in her opinion, was lazy and unimaginative; travelling was part of the adventure. How many opportunities would people miss if they could just teleport wherever they wanted? They would no longer appreciate the small things that could be seen or experienced when travelling normally to a destination, like the sound of birdsong or the occasional wild animal running past like a fox or a rabbit. Teleportation was just boring, and incredibly disorientating.
Alex looked around and noted that the only person who seemed unaffected by their sudden appearance was Evan - he was standing perfectly still, his expression perfectly calm, whilst everyone else struggled to maintain their balance as they got used to their new surroundings. Even Rowen stumbled a little, having to use a tree to support herself, eyes closed tightly as if she was in pain.
"I'm never going to get used to that." Zoe murmured, leaning against the wall of a completely black building a few metres away from where Alex was stood.
"Get over it, wimp." Holly said, standing straight like she was completely unaffected, but when she tried to walk her legs buckled and she fell to the floor. Zoe laughed. Holly glared at her, using the wall to help her stand back up.
"Are you ok?" Evan was standing beside Rowen, who hadn't moved, still leaning against the tree, eyes still closed. She nodded. "Don't worry, the headache will pass soon."
Gradually, they all managed to compose themselves, the area becoming more familiar. Rowen moved away from the tree, walking confidently towards the building, all signs of her momentary weakness completely gone.
"The entrance is just down there, when you're ready." Rowen stated simply, pointing to the right, along the wall.
"Wait, this is the Freedom Complex?" Zoe inquired, seeming almost disappointed. Alex had to admit, she had been expecting something a little...fancier. The building that stood before them was somewhat unexceptional. It was tall, towering above them like an imposing shadow, and the walls were smooth with not a single window to be seen. Trees spiralled around it, with no paths visible, not even from the door which could barely be seen from where they were standing as it was as black as the walls surrounding it.
"Maddox doesn't want it to be found - it's kept hidden so that people like us don't learn of its existence." Rowen responded. She looked expectantly at Alex. "I'm getting impatient."
"So...what do I say?" Alex asked, nerves flaring inside her when she realised she had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to do once she was inside.
"You won't have to say much. They'll ask you what it is you want the Lilos for, get you to sign in, and then lead you directly to your room."
"But I don't want the Lilos for anything, so what do I tell them?"
"Get it to shape-shift into Rowen. Then you can beat the crap out of her without the risk of being brutally murdered." Holly suggested, and Alex had to admit, the idea did appeal to her. But it would probably be best not - she wanted to hurt Rowen more than anything, and she didn't want to appease her anger by using it on a mere copy. When she was able to cause Rowen the pain she deserved, she wanted it to be satisfying, she didn't want to settle for harming a fake version of her for temporary release because that would quell her urges and decrease her determination to make her suffer.
"Tell them whatever you want." Rowen said with indifference. If she was at all bothered by Holly's suggestion, she didn't let it show. "You might want to leave your crossbow here."
Alex was instantly suspicious, thinking Rowen was purposefully trying to send her in there unarmed so that she wouldn't be able to defend herself against whatever she had hidden in there. But she also figured that, if Rowen was telling the truth, it would seem a little suspicious if she went in there armed.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if something goes wrong?" Zoe asked.
"If she's not back in half an hour, we'll go after her."
"No. What if she needs more time? Give her an hour."
Rowen quietly sighed, hiding her frustration well. "Fine."
After a hesitation, Alex handed her crossbow to Zoe, then unstrapped her belt and gave the bolts to her, too. Suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, trying to persuade herself to just go. She felt someone's arms around her and looked up to see Zoe, and she hugged her back.
"You'll be ok." Zoe reassured. "I promise. You can do this."
Alex nodded, pulling away. "I'll...see you in a minute." she said, then began walking towards the entrance before she could change her mind.
The double door was the same smooth black as the walls, shiny, almost metallic. She turned the silver handle and slowly stepped inside.
The walls, ceiling and floor were the exact same colour and texture as the outside of the building, meaning it seemed incredibly dark despite the artificial lighting that shone down on her, casting the room in an eerie, superficial glow. A large table, also black, sat in the centre of the room surrounded by uncomfortable looking chairs, some of which were occupied, some of which were empty. Corridors stretched to the left and right positioned in the centre of the walls on either side of her. The room was fairly big, resembling a hall; she was fairly certain that if it were empty, her speech would produce an echo. The wall in front of her, behind the table, consisted of three separate sets of stairs, the one in the centre being wide and only going a few metres upwards. It opened out into a small platform, almost like a cave, in the centre of which was a door that Alex was almost certain lead to the Control Room. The stairs on either side of this were much narrower, and stretched so high that she was unable to see the top from where she was standing. Maybe they lead to the second floor?
Before she was able to fully get used to her surroundings, she was approached by a man with pretty, curled, light blonde hair.
"Hello. How may I be of service?" His voice was light, and devoid of emotion, like a receptionist. Alex had no idea what to say.
"Um...I, er...well..."
"Are you in request of a Lilos?"
"Um, yeah."
"Follow me." He turned and began walking towards the table, and after a few seconds, Alex followed. Fear boiled inside her. She had absolutely no idea what to do. She was going to mess up and get them discovered.
The man picked up one of the many clipboards that were scattered around the surface of the table, a form of some sort attached to its surface, and turned to face her, pen poised to begin writing.
"State your name, please." He told her.
"Alex."
"Your full name, please. First name, second name and middle name, if you have one. No abbreviations."
Alex hesitated - should she be telling him her real name? They had information on practically everyone, so what if they knew about her relationship with Zoe, Holly and Evan? But then again, if she gave him a false name, they would find nothing if they looked her up, or find a profile on someone completely different, and then they would know she lied, which would give her away.
"Alexandrina Louise Falls." she eventually replied, deciding it would be best not to lie.
"Thank you. Your age, please?"
"Eighteen."
"Gender identity?"
"Uh, female."
"Are you in possession of any magical abilities?"
"Yes." Alex was finding this difficult; she hated revealing this much information about herself to someone she didn't even know, but knew she had to in order for this to work.
"And who or what would you like your Lilos to transform into?"
She faltered. How was she supposed to answer that? She didn't know who she should have her Lilos transform into. Maybe just a cute animal of some kind? But that somehow seemed to be a waste of an opportunity. She could talk to whoever she wanted, do whatever she wanted to anyone in the world...she could see Felix again. But no; that would be too painful. So...who should she get it to transform into?
The words left her mouth before she could register what she was saying. "Christina Hall."
She didn't understand why she'd just said her name. Of all people, surely she'd want to see Christina the least? But there was something, something she couldn't quite identify, that drew her to her like a moth to a flame. She was terrified of her, and hated her for what she'd done to Myddnight, but at the same time she almost liked being around her. When she was with Christina, she didn't have to hide, because she physically couldn't hide from her, and she liked that. When she was with Christina she could be herself and not face any judgement. When she was with Christina, the darkest side of herself was allowed out, and she liked that. And that scared her.
"Very well."
"Yo, pretty boy." A man with tattoos lacing every inch of his muscled arms, who was sat at a chair on the opposite side of the table, called. "I've been waiting for a least half an hour and she's only just walked in. Why are you serving her first?"
"Because she reserved an appointment beforehand."
Alex frowned. Something wasn't right here. She didn't have long to focus on it, however - the man was changing before her eyes, shrinking down slightly to a few inches below her height, hair changing to a reddish-brown and lengthening, eyes changing from blue to hazel, and in a few seconds Christina was stood before her.
"Come on! Let me take you to our room." Christina grabbed her hand, placing the clipboard back on the table, and lead her to the corridor on the left hand side of the room.
Alex thought she would be scared, but she wasn't. She was more...nervous. She had no idea what to expect. She knew that she wasn't really supposed to actually interact with the Lilos - she was meant to go straight to Maddox and report an error, but she didn't want to do that. Not yet. She wanted to see how she felt about Christina when she knew there wasn't a chance of her being killed. She was curious to see what would happen.
Many doors were placed along the wall equal distances apart with numbers above them, and they stopped outside a door labelled "9". Christina, or rather the Lilos shape-shifted as her, took a key from inside the pocket of her jacket and unlocked the door, pulling Alex inside and closing it behind them.
Her anxiety increased when she looked around the room. In the centre lay a bed, silky red sheets adorning its surface, and on either side of the bed, and on every wall in the room, an array of rather worrying items were displayed. She saw a variety of what appeared to be blindfolds, along with ropes, chains, whips, knives, and some items that she thought might be sex toys, but she wasn't completely sure.
"Ok! Strip." Christina commanded. Alex looked at her.
"What?"
"Come on, you know you want to really." Christina grabbed her, pushing her body into her, her voice a seductive whisper. Alex tensed, not knowing how to react - she hadn't known what she was expecting, but this definitely wasn't it. Suddenly, Christina's lips were on hers, her tongue inside her mouth, and her first instinct was to pull away, but she didn't; she kissed back. No one was here. She was free to do whatever she wanted, so why not experiment?
"See?" Christina said, momentarily detaching her lips. "You do like me holding you like this."
They kissed again, but then Alex thought about what she'd just said and pulled away. "Wait...how...?"
"I might not really be Christina, but I have still have her magic. I can read your mind, Alex."
Christina giggled, pushing her onto the bed, straddling her, and once again kissing her. Something stirred inside her. This was so, so wrong, but she liked it, and she didn't know why.
"We can't do this." Alex panted, trying to wriggle away. Christina pushed down on her, trapping her, preventing her from escaping.
"Why not? You want it, don't you?" She purred, softly stroking her cheek. Alex suppressed a moan.
"For a start, I'm...straight."
"Are you sure? Because I know you're attracted to me." Her hand was pressed between her legs, slowly massaging through her jeans, and this time Alex couldn't help it, she moaned, a kind of pleasure she'd never before felt shooting through her body. "Go on. Tell me you want it."
She held on for as long as she could, trying to think of a valid reason to stop this, but she couldn't find one. This wasn't even the real Christina, so why should she stop it? She did want this. She shouldn't, but she did.
"I want it." She breathed, pushing away her shame. Christina grinned.
"Let's get those clothes off, shall we?"
Alex allowed her to pull her top over her head. She did it slowly, brushing the soft fabric along her body, dragging her fingers over her stomach, kissing her, and when the top was in a heap on the floor, Christina continued to touch her through her jeans. She moaned again, wanting more, needing more. This was nothing like Zack. She'd been scared to explore this before, scared that it would hurt because of what he'd done, but now she wasn't at all afraid. It was probably a bad thing that she trusted Christina more than she trusted anyone else. More than she'd even trusted Felix. Christina took off her boots, her socks, then unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs. Now there was nothing but the thin fabric of her underwear separating her warm skin from Christina's fingers, and the feeling intensified, and she wanted to tear them off, unable to bear being teased anymore.
"Does this feel good?" Christina innocently inquired, and Alex nodded. "Tell me you want more."
"I want more." She whimpered, involuntarily pushing herself into Christina's hand. Christina moved her hand away, and began to unhook her bra, pulling it off. She touched her lips to her nipple, and Alex groaned as she began to gently suck, rolling her tongue over its surface as she used her hand to gently caress the other. Her entire body was on fire. Her skin was alive, tingling, and it felt so, so good. She never wanted this to stop.
Her underwear was gone now, and she was lying there completely naked as Christina ran her hands all over her body, each touch making her shiver like her hands were made of ice.
"Here's how this is gonna work." Christina said, her hand once again between Alex's legs, softly touching, the sensation almost overwhelming. "You're gonna do exactly what I tell you to, and if you disobey...you'll be punished. Ok?"
"Ok." Alex whispered. At that moment, she probably would have agreed to anything, the pleasure filling her body intoxicating, rendering her unable to think clearly.
"Great! Let's get you tied up, and then we can really have some fun." Christina leapt off the bed and moved over to the wall, running her hands along the ropes displayed there. Alex sat up, suddenly alarmed.
"What are you going to do?" She asked, fear beginning to creep into her voice.
"Just relax, honey. Lay back down. I promise you'll enjoy this."
Alex hesitated, suddenly incredibly nervous, wondering why she had ever agreed to this. What was she going to do? She forced herself to relax; this wasn't Christina, therefore she couldn't get hurt. She was perfectly safe. Reassured, if only a little, she lay back down, body buzzing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"Here. Put this on." Christina ordered, handing her a black blindfold. She obeyed. Her heart rate increased, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable as she lay there, blind, unable to do anything but wait. She felt Christina wrap something around her wrist, tightly, felt her pull her arm to the side, and now that arm was paralysed. She restrained her other arm, and she could barely move. She didn't understand why she was enjoying this so much. Trusting people was something she found incredibly difficult, so surely this should be her worst nightmare? She was completely in the power of another, completely defenceless, but she wasn't scared, she was almost excited. She knew nothing bad could happen because this wasn't really Christina, and she was sure it would be against the rules for guests here to get hurt. This was an opportunity for her to explore things that would usually terrify her in a safe environment.
Alex moaned when she felt something hard clamp down on her nipple - it was cold, and almost hurt, but at the same time felt nice.
"What is that?" She asked as Christina did the same to her other side, so that both of her breasts were constantly being stimulated.
"You don't need to worry about that. Unless, of course, you misbehave."
Her breaths were heavy, the cool surface of whatever had been attached to her inviting pleasure, and she gripped the ropes binding her arms as she softly groaned.
"So, you're not allowed to move, or make any noise, no matter what I do to you, ok? And if you do...I'll punish you!" Christina happily exclaimed, her voice implying she was enjoying this.
"Ok." Alex whispered. The world around her was black, and she suddenly became very aware of her own body. The sheets were soft beneath her, the air warm, comfortable, but the majority of her attention was captured by the clamps on her breasts, the tingling spreading throughout her like a thirst that couldn't be quenched. She moved her head as she listened intently, trying to determine what Christina was doing. She could here something, a soft tapping like straps being untied, followed by footsteps coming closer, closer...
A sharp whooshing filled the air, startling her, and suddenly pain flared across her stomach and she cried out, more from the shock than anything else. She heard something, maybe a whip, smacking into her skin, and she pulled against the restraints, panicking, not feeling safe anymore.
"Oh, Alex! You've broken the rules already!" Christina said, a hint of malice sneaking into her voice.
"You hurt me!" Alex gasped, forcing herself to calm down - the pain was already fading, it really wasn't that bad, but now she wasn't sure if she wanted to do this anymore. Fear squirmed within her. She was completely defenceless. Christina could do whatever she wanted and Alex wouldn't be able to stop it.
"You broke the rules. So now you need to be punished."
The sound of a switch being flicked, and then an odd sensation filled her breasts, originating from the clamps. It was almost like a buzzing, unpleasant but not unbearable, and she wondered what exactly it was Christina was doing.
"What was that?" She asked, panting, mistrust filling her voice when Christina turned whatever it was back off again.
"Just a mild electric shock. Nothing to worry about. However, each time you disobey I'll increase the intensity, so...it would probably be a good idea to play by the rules from now on, don't you agree?"
Alex whimpered. She bit her lip, preparing herself for the next strike, and when it came, she successfully remained silent, trapping the pain inside as it burned like fire throughout her body. Now that she was prepared, now that she knew what to expect, it actually wasn't so bad. It was kind of nice. Refreshing. Each impact was stronger that the last, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep quiet, but she managed it, the relentless onslaught of pain heightening her senses, bringing her to life. Why was she enjoying this so much? It hurt, a lot, and the pain was almost becoming unbearable, but for some reason she liked it. And she didn't understand why.
"Good girl." Christina praised, once again striking her with so much force she thought her body might split apart. Tears sprang into her eyes and soaked through the blindfold. "You're doing really well! Just a few more, and then we can move on to something else."
Another two strikes, and when the third one crashed down on her Alex couldn't handle it anymore and she screamed, her body consumed by flames, the pain so agonising that she was losing concept of reality.
"Huh. I guess I spoke too soon."
She heard the switch being flicked again, and couldn't suppress a sob as the buzzing once again filled her, only this time it wasn't merely unpleasant, it hurt, as if she were being stabbed with many needles in different places all at the same time. Even after the machine was turned off, the feeling lingered, and she wanted to curl up but her arms were still bound. And yet, still, she didn't want it to stop.
"Ok, I think that's enough of that. We don't want to hurt you too much, now, do we?"
Alex felt something being pressed against her lips, and realised Christina was kissing her, so she kissed back, suppressing a moan as Christina once again straddled her. It hurt - she was sitting directly where she'd been hitting her, and the added pressure increased the pain, but she didn't mind.
"I thought I told you not to move?" Christina said softly. She was so close that Alex could feel her breathing. She wanted to say something, tell her how unfair that was, but she forced herself to keep quiet.
Christina stayed on top of her as she activated the machine, and Alex cried out, her muscles involuntarily contracting, daggers repeatedly penetrating her skin. She was crying now, moaning and sobbing, thrashing against the restraints, wanting to tear the clamps away from her unbearably sore breasts. But she still didn't say anything. She still didn't even attempt to get Christina to stop.
"Shh, don't cry honey. Is this too much for you?" Christina's hand was gentle, tender, as it caressed her cheek, and Alex sighed as the machine was deactivated.
"No, I'm fine." She gasped. Christina used the hand that was stroking her cheek to slap her.
"You're really not very good at this, are you?"
"No, wait, please - " Alex couldn't finish, her own screams intersecting her words as Christina flicked the switch, and now it felt like bullets were perforating her breasts, and she could hardly breathe, the pain consuming her so completely that she wasn't even aware of her own screams.
But she still didn't want it to stop.
The machine deactivated, but the pain remained, her entire body tingling.
"Ok. Are you gonna obey me now?"
Alex didn't move. She didn't speak. She swallowed her pained whimpers, forcing herself to be quiet.
"Good girl." Christina whispered. Her body felt incredibly light when Christina slid off of her, and she focused on listening to her footsteps to distract herself from the pain. She felt a hand sliding along her inner thigh, gently stroking, teasing her, and she wanted to move closer, wanted to press herself into Christina's hand, but she stayed still. She didn't move when Christina began touching her. She didn't move when Christina slowly pushed her fingers inside her. She didn't make a single sound as Christina began pumping her fingers in and out, over and over, even though it was physically painful to keep quiet. The pleasure was rapidly spreading throughout her body, mingling with the pain, almost overriding it, but she kept still, trapping it inside her until she was practically bursting.
"Does it feel good, Alex? Tell me it feels good." Christina ordered.
"It feels good." Alex panted, speaking without even thinking. Christina immediately withdrew her hand, and Alex realised her mistake, groaning in exasperation.
"You were doing so well..." Christina said in a tone of disapproval as she once again activated the machine, catapulting her into devastating pain, tearing animalistic screams from her throat as she arched her back and pulled against the ropes binding her arms. It was excruciating. She'd never experienced anything like it. It didn't just feel like she was being repeatedly stabbed anymore, it felt like she was being stabbed and burned alive at the same time, and she could have sworn she smelt smoke, but she couldn't really focus on anything except the pain, the immense, shattering pain. Her screams barely sounded human.
"Oh no..." Christina said, and Alex's screams stopped as soon as the machine was turned off. She sobbed, moaning in complete agony, and yet she still didn't tell her to stop this, even though her entire world was spinning and the only thing she could think about was this horrible, horrible pain. "Your breasts are all burnt up! But that's ok, right? You can heal it later."
Alex cried out, no longer bothering to keep quiet - she was exhausted, and the pain was just too much. It spiked through her like spears burrowing into her flesh, throbbing, hurting, burning, and there was no way for her to make it stop. But she didn't want it to stop. And she didn't understand why. She didn't like the pain, of course she didn't, but there was something about it that she did like, and she wasn't sure what. Maybe she just liked surrendering herself to the will of another, maybe she just liked not being in control. If she wasn't in control, then she couldn't make mistakes. If she wasn't in control, then she didn't have to worry about anything, because nothing that happened would be her fault. If she gave someone permission to hurt her, then would they really be hurting her? Maybe she just liked the freedom of experiencing things like this with no risk of permanent damage.
Or maybe she just liked the idea of her suffering.
"Tell you what; if you can endure an entire minute of being electrocuted, I'll unhook you, let you heal yourself, and then you can enjoy the rest of this without the threat of pain. Deal?"
"Deal..." Alex weakly moaned.
"Ok. So, I'm gonna lower the intensity slightly, cause, you know, we don't want you to die, do we? And as soon as you tell me to stop I will, and then we'll just carry on as we were, and you won't heal yourself, and you'll probably end up dying, or your breasts will explode or something. Got it?"
"Yeah..." She whimpered, groaning, crying, tears soaking through the blindfold and smearing across her face. And then her body was alive with pain again, and she was screaming, she couldn't move any of her limbs as if they were paralysed, she couldn't breathe, she was becoming light-headed, everything was disappearing, she was no longer screaming and the pain filled her body, filled her mind, and she was fading, fading away from everything...
Alex just about heard a sound, a cracking sound like plastic splitting apart, and suddenly it was over and she could breathe again. But only just. She could barely move, all her energy gone, and she was crying and screaming because it still hurt so, so much. And it kept getting worse the longer she lay there.
"Huh. What the hell?"
She could here Christina picking something up, tapping something, and wondered what was going on, but when she tried to speak she found that she couldn't.
"Ok, so, the electric machine thing just sort of...fell apart...oh well! You lasted roughly forty five seconds, that's close enough."
She screamed as Christina unclipped the clamps attached to her, each touch filling her with unimaginable pain. She noticed her screams were much weaker now - she must have damaged her vocal cords by screaming so much. She hoped she hadn't completely lost her voice, because that would be incredibly difficult to explain to the others.
"Yeah, I think it would probably be best for, you know, your sanity if you didn't see what a mess your chest is... here," She felt her arms being untied, but she couldn't move them, the pain freezing her muscles. "Now you can heal yourself! And then I'll reward you for your obedience."
"I...can't...move..." Alex choked, her voice cracked, barely audible. "It hurts..."
Each word seemed to tear her throat to shreds. She coughed, struggling to breathe.
"Oh, I know sweetie, it's ok. I'll help you." Christina reassured, her voice soft, soothing. She lifted her arm and placed it on her chest, and Alex cried out the instant her hand connected with her broken flesh. The thing beneath her hand did not feel like skin. It was almost sticky, and wet, and kind of bumpy. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her hand, focusing on healing herself, focusing on taking the pain away. She could see the light through her blindfold, beautiful, calming warmth filling her body, and gradually she felt her breasts return to their normal, smooth texture.
With the main source of her pain dealt with, she relaxed, sighing. After being filled with so much agony, the sudden relief felt like heaven. She didn't bother healing the whip marks; she could barely feel them, so she could cope with them.
"How are you feeling?" Christina asked, stroking her cheek softly.
"I'm fine." Alex quietly replied. She was exhausted - she wanted to sleep more than anything in the whole world, but knew she couldn't.
"Good! Alex, honey, spread your legs for me. I can't do anything when you're curled up like that."
She hadn't even realised she was curled into a ball, arms wrapped around her legs, but at Christina's words she slowly opened up, once again lying on her back with her legs open.
"Can I...take the blindfold off?" Alex inquired, knowing she would feel much safer if she could see again.
"But that ruins the fun! Trust me, not being able to see makes everything feel so much more intense. Leave the blindfold on, sweetie."
Alex reluctantly obeyed. Shivers rolled through her skin as Christina dragged her fingers along her legs, trailing up to her entrance and sliding inside her. It took her a moment to remember she was allowed to make noise now, and she groaned, happy that she was finally able to enjoy this without any pain or pressure. She could here a slight buzzing, and Christina removed her fingers, replacing them with something else, and Alex gasped as new levels of pleasure filled her.
"What is that?" She panted.
"It's a vibrator, sweetie. Does it feel good?"
Alex simply nodded. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good in her entire life. Pure ecstasy coursed through her body, and she pushed herself towards Christina, wanting more, completely insatiable. Christina increased the rate at which she was thrusting the toy, and her moans got louder, the pleasure almost too much to bear. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax.
"Are you gonna come for me?" Christina innocently asked as Alex completely lost control of herself, exploding, body tensing, overflowing with ecstasy. She gripped the bedsheets in her sweaty hands, moaning loudly.
Gradually, the feeling subsided, and she was left lying there, panting, body lightly tingling. Christina removed her blindfold. The light hurt her eyes, and they narrowed slightly, but only for a moment, and then they were wide open, gazing at nothing with a kind of dazed happiness.
"Good girl." Christina praised, and she kissed her, grabbing her body and pulling her into a sitting position, their lips never parting. Alex looked deeply into her eyes as they pulled away. She was so beautiful. No one had ever made her feel this way, and she liked that.
"I love you." She whispered before she could stop herself. Christina smiled.
"Ah, I love you too honey."
The way she spoke was dismissive, like she didn't really mean it, but Alex didn't mind, and she kissed her again, savouring this moment. Now she understood. The reason she'd gotten so worked up before when Zoe had gone out with Christina wasn't because she felt she'd been abandoned - it was because she was jealous. She loved Christina. She didn't know why, but she did. It didn't make any sense; Christina was a murderer, a psychopath, she didn't care about anyone but herself, so why did Alex want her so badly?
"I would love to keep you here longer, but you have a job to do, don't you?"
Alex sighed, knowing she was right, knowing she couldn't stay here even though she desperately wanted to. She slowly stood up, then flopped back down again, not yet strong enough to stand.
"Here, let me get your clothes for you." Christina began gathering her clothes. Alex frowned, thinking about what she'd said. Of course. Even though this wasn't the real Christina, she could still read her mind. She would know why she was really here. Fear bubbled inside her - she was going to be discovered. She'd ruined this whole plan, just like she knew she would.
"Hey, it's ok. Relax. I'm not gonna tell on you, sweetie. I want you to take this place down. You think I like being trapped here? I have to admit, I had fun today, but it's very unusual for a client to be the submissive. The things people do to me...I want it to stop. We all want it to stop. We just want to be free again."
Christina had tears in her eyes as she helped Alex get dressed, and Alex just wanted to hug her, feeling bad for her.
"I'll get you out of this." Alex promised, suddenly incredibly determined. She hadn't really given it much thought before, but this place was utterly barbaric. She couldn't even imagine what it must feel like to be forced to endure horrors beyond imagination, tortured daily with no means of escape, to have your free-will completely taken away. They had to save them.
"Thank you." Christina said softly. She kissed her one last time, holding her close, and Alex just wanted to stay like this forever, but all too soon it was over. "You can tell Maddox about what happened here. Tell him I almost killed you, and that I'm refusing to leave the room. That should be enough to get him to investigate."
Alex nodded as she stood up, fully clothed. "Ok."
"And don't worry - I'm sure the real me will be perfectly happy to continue this when you next see her." She smiled suggestively, and Alex faltered. How could she have not realised that the real Christina would instantly know about this when she next saw her? She took a deep breath. She supposed it was a good thing really, because it meant that this wasn't over. But that was also a bad thing. If she continued down this path, she knew she would end up getting hurt, or killed, but she wanted more of this, and she would sacrifice anything to get it.
Her movements were stiff as she walked towards the door. Her muscles ached, and she was so, so, tired, but it had definitely been worth it.
"Bye." She said, and after a hesitation, left.