Burning Crimson

Chapter Ten

He was staring at her, how could she look at him that way, not even days ago, she hated him, feared him but now she wanted him in an intimate way, he wanted her to fear him. He wanted to be dominant towards her, to have her cower away from his touch. He wanted her to be afraid of him and she wasn't, she wanted him and it scared him how much she looked like Luna.

Images of Luna, writhing underneath him. He looked at her and felt his chest gain fifty pounds of sadness, he didn't want to look at her; she wasn't Luna. When he thought cutting her hair would make her less like Luna it just made her more like Luna. Luna was strong and he felt like she wasn't even going to fit that type of shadow, Colette wasn't strong, she wasn't tough, she was weak and she scared easily, he didn't really care for that. He snapped back into reality and his face went hard.

"No, we can't do this, get off me, not yet, not this way, no." he gets off the bed and stares at the young girl like she's a stranger who was coming on to him, like he didn't just do things to her like he did, she wanted him and that was a horrible thought to feed off of.

"No, no, I mean-we can, I swear, nothing bad will come of this, I promise," she says and pulls on his hand, leading it to her crotch once more. "I can deal with Shawna, just let me."

He just stares at her and gets off the bed, basically running out the door. He runs his hands deep through his raggedy hair, sighing and locking the door behind him. He wanted to break the door down and scream but he clenched his fists, not doing any harm to anyone, too many people get hurt when he lets all his anger out for one second of pure bliss.

"Goodnight, Luna." He wants to but his tongue for what he says, he notices the slip of his tongue but hit all felt so smooth rolling out of his mouth. He lets it be. Looking at the White door, hearing Colette mumble about, talking to herself and for some reason, he can tell that she is different than the rest but it's not good for him.

Through out the entire night, she tossed and she turned, running her fingers through her greasy, chopped hair, crying, trying to stop the ache between her legs, this had never happened before, at least not for her. She heard his feet drag up the stairs minutes ago and she still felt it deep inside.

And it was a desperate moment when she decided to rub in circles on the source of pleasure, it was pulsing and she could feel it go to her toes every time she had touched it, rubbed it and squished it. Who knew that all she had to do was stuck her hand down we pants and find ecstasy? And of all places. Sickeningly, the thoughts of Harry came to her mind, his large hands, caressing her slowly and his warm breath fanning her face, it was all too consuming and she jolted and stilled, her mouth open wide, and her legs now pushed together, trying so badly to block the shock she felt inside.

"Fuck," she whined and she felt sick, after reading the books, watching the girls and being around Harry, it was all too consuming and she knew she would get sucked into this web of lies if she contributed her feelings and efforts to the game he set up. All she was, was a pawn. They all were, someone was getting the higher hand in this and she prayed to many Gods that it was her and not him.

In the morning, after the shower fest and the realization that the hair dye Jean had applied to her hair was fading, she almost felt like she could gain power, it showed to her, that she could get out with her true colors. Jean was the only hope she had, so when she opened her mouth at the breakfast table, Colette didn't know how to respond whatsoever.

"So tell me honestly, did he take the big V?" Those words, that question, the sounds coming out of Jeans mouth; that made her cringe, she was sat down beside the only other sane person in this mad house but with those words and that quirk, she felt maybe she was outing her trust in the wrong person. Could Jean do her wrong?

"Stop, no and he wont," Colette huffed, wanting to forget about touching herself, she flicked through some old fashion magazines, dated back ten years, she didn't want to know why he had magazines that old, she shook off all of those sick thoughts.

"Please, you say that now, but we all have it, you cannot resist his charm, those eyes and his fucking aura, it just pulls you in, you can't get out so you'll understand what I mean," Jean says and looks at Colette, her face was so pale and her nose was so thin, Colette's mother, Vivian, would call her features sharp, Jean was skinny and Colette hated it. The jealousy made her run her nails across her thigh, through the fabric of sweat pants. Colette wanted to be skinny like Jean, to be like Jean in general.

"What do you mean, what do you all have?" She asked, wanting to change the topic in her head, an internal battle being far more deadly than Shawna slamming her against the fireplace. Colette had WWIII in her head, she didn't have any warnings to sound the alarm or retreat. She had it all on the line, and being here, that only added fire to the chaos.

"Ju-just wait, and you'll see, I may not know much of it but we all got it," Jean spoke and faded into her chair. "It's a super feeling but it goes deeper than cuts, it's deeper than that, is far more-" she was cut off from the woman standing in front of the stove.

"Please, can you two shut up, im trying to cook here before he comes back," she shouts from the kitchen, the smell of slightly burnt toast and eggs filled their noses. "I need this to be perfect," Shawna said, carefully placing food onto the table. All of them ate their food beforehand, not wanting to be in the same room as him, especially Colette.

"Ahh and where is your henchman?" Jeans smile when she asks Shawna, talking about Lilac, who walked in when Shawna put the hot pans underneath a stream of cold water from the tap.

"Wow, thats rude, Jean, you can't say stuff like that or I will be forced to tell Harry," she walks into the living room, sweaty, a tracksuit on her and a headband Colette swore she saw Harry wear when he came to unlock her door. She hated that his name was Harry, it just made him more disgusting, or she made it feel like that. Harry, she let it roll around in her head.

"Jean, what if we never get out of here?" Colette asks, Jean stands up from the table and makes her way to the living room, sitting on the couch, Colette behind her.

"Colette, I promise you, I'm getting you out of here, even if it takes a turn for the worse," Jean says and bites her lip.

"His name is Harry?" Colette asks, the way it came off of her tongue and made a sound that was eventually his name, she felt her stomach twist in circles. "Is that his real name?" She asks, trying to remember it, to let it sink in. Harry, when she gets out of this hell hole, she was heading straight to the cops, he wouldn't get away with anything he did to her, or the other girls.

"Yeah, his name is Harry," Jean says. "Don't you dare think that, he's a good guy, Colette. He's not evil, he's a nice person, people sometimes make fucked up choices, you shouldn't judge someone just because they did something bad."

"Did something bad?" Colette asks, talking loudly now. "How about doing something bad four fucking times? Does that make him a good person still? These types of 'bad', that makes a good person bad, it taints them, he's not a good person, he's the fucking devil in my eyes."

"You're just delusional, Colette." Jean looks at Colette and smiles sweetly. "We're getting out of here, mark my words."

[note: hello, so what I did with this story is what I'm going to do with Sugar Daddy, it'll be changed to Spoil Me, if you haven't read that one, maybe you can check it out? It's on my profile. Oh and what do you all think of the new cover?]