Time To Waste

Chapter 09: Conundrum

  A/N: This chapter continues to deal with some themes of dubious consent. If this will be upsetting for you, please be advised.​​  

Cupping her paler than usual cheeks in his colorful hands, Chris gazed into her lost eyes. "You wanted it, baby," he promised her.

She was moving away from showing only fear, and the look in her beautifully deep brown eyes – while not necessarily frightened – was equal parts confusion and curiosity now. Her lips quirked, and she smirked. "I don't think so, Big Daddy!"

Trying to ignore her ridiculous quip, Chris simply snorted quietly. "You did," he prodded, hoping to bring back her memories. "You told me that you wanted to make my fantasy come true last night. For our anniversary. I wanted to tie you up, take full control, offer you to Ricky while I watched." Because she showed no fear now, he clutched her hips gently and rolled her into his lap. Pressing his forehead against hers, he sighed. "Try to remember for me, baby. Please? This is very important, Jenna. For me?" he pleaded.

Jenna met his gaze, pressing herself closer to his body, though she maintained her disbelief and shook her head slowly. "No."

"Yes," he demanded. He was losing his patience with this game. There was no joy in staring into those all too familiar chocolate gems and seeing someone that did not know him, someone who did not love him back. This Jenna was a complete stranger and holding her in his arms left him heartbroken and wanting for the woman he cherished above all others. Trying to focus, he sighed. "You told me that you were finally ready to give me full control," he confessed on a whisper. "I thought you understood what you were doing, baby. I never would have....I wouldn't....Ricky shouldn't...."

"No." She shook her head with no emotion behind her haunted eyes.

"Yes." Tears sprang to his muddy eyes as he continued to hold her close, searching for any sense of recognition. "I wouldn't have touched you if I had known that you were drugged. You know this! You know that I would never let Rick touch you if you weren't okay with it! Please, baby, try to remember. It's important to me that you remember!"

She lowered her gaze sadly, then glanced across the room at the other strange man. "I don't know either of you. Why would I let you touch me?" She jostled her body in Chris' lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and set her head on his tattooed shoulder. She yawned.

Chris' eyes brimmed over, tears finding their hold in his long eyelashes. "I'm touching you now, sweetheart. I love you. Think about it. Somewhere deep inside you know that I love you and you love me." He began to nervously stroke her long black hair, cuddling her body to his own much larger one as his shoulder shook gently with his loud exhalations of emotion.

Her head moved slowly, barely lifting off his shoulder as her dark tendrils shook. "Don't cry," she whispered timidly.

Seated in the room's rolling desk chair, Ricky moved himself toward his friends and glanced directly into Jenna's mistrustful, suspicious and sad brown irises. "Are you afraid of us?" he inquired softly. In truth, he was afraid that she was falling into a kind of shock-like state, as she had seemingly moved so quickly from abject fear to flirty seduction to complete silence.