Big Daddy

Safety

Michael hustled with Lindsay nestled in his arms until they reached a dead end. "Oh fuck!" Lindsay cried, tears streaming rivers down her face. "Don't worry.", said Michael in a calming voice. Lindsay sniffled, her nose a warm pink tint from the emotion. He placed her shaky body on the frigid concrete of the ground, and took the time to inspect the brick wall. Something stood out, he took his arm and reached across the stone wall until he grazed his finger over one brick, which had slightly a different coloration than the rest. He pressed the brick into the wall and a passageway sprung open in the wall. 

"Climb in, hurry!" Michael exclaimed. Lindsay and Michael crawled into the dark passageway and he pulled the door shut, leaving them in complete dark. Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter, bringing a little fire into the corridor. Footsteps could be heard in the distance, and Lindsay thought for a moment she heard Big Daddy yelling at one of his slaves, which, honestly wasn't that farfetched. "You have to tell me everything that's going on. I can tell you are in danger." He whispered, brushing her fallen brunette locks that were caught in her eyelashes.

And so Lindsay started from the beginning to the end, watching as Michael gasped from shock. "So ummm, as you can tell, we really need some help. I need to get Brittany out of here, but I can barely get out myself. Can you help us?" She asked, doing her best impression of puppy dog eyes. Michael basked in Lindsay's broken beauty for a breath. He then continued to clutch her cold, sickly face with a firm grip. His hands were hot. 

"Linds, of course. I will always be here to help." Lindsay looked down at the damp ground they were sitting on. Then, her right hand met his on her face and she looked into Michael's chocolate eyes. The lighter was the only thing illuminating their faces, shining a balmy orange glow. The silence was eerie, yet beautiful. 

Lindsay could feel her heart start to patter, staring into Michael's kind eyes. This lasted only a couple seconds, but the moment lasted eons. Michael took initiative. He pressed his soft lips against hers, moving his hands from her hot cheeks through her hair, on her neck. Every once in a while they exchanged quick hot breaths and glances. For the first time since the day she arrived in Big Daddy's prison, Lindsay felt alive. 

Lindsay swung her legs around Michael to straddle him. Their chests were held together with an impenetrable connection. They moved in synchrony, pressing against each other harder, their mouths staying contacted. Michael moved from her lips down over to her ear and down to her neck. Lindsay's mouth was parted to allow her short breaths to escape easier. 

In the meantime, Brittany awoke in the chamber alone. She felt deserted, wondering where Lindsay had gone. She tried to sit up and look around, but felt a sharp pain in her chest and fell back down to the bed with a yelp of pain as her ears started ringing. She squeezed her eyes shut from agony. As her ears revived, she was startled to hear footsteps coming down the hallway. She started to freak out, thinking it was Big Daddy. She tried to pull the bloody sheets over herself, but could not find the strength to raise her arms. She braced herself to get killed by another beating. She heard the footsteps stop outside of the corridor and the metal door swing open. She heard the jingle of keys. She just kept her eyes closed, thinking maybe if Big Daddy thought she was asleep, he would be less harsh. She knew deep down that was wrong.

As the footsteps approached, she felt hands on her shoulders. Big, strong hands, quite unlike Big Daddy's small hands. Thinking maybe it was her lost love Brandon, her eyes flung open to reveal- not Brandon.

The man standing above her had beautiful olive skin and shadowy eyes. He had some stubble around his full lips, which were moving, but Brittany could not hear anything. Brittany's mind was buzzing. Slowly, her hearing returned to her once again. "Are you ok? What are you doing down here?", the man asked, with a voice as smooth as cream.