Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Eleven: Damsel in Distress

Alecs POV:

I've been so worried for Marcie this last week.  She passed out in my arms and wouldn't wake up for the life of her.  I only left her in the cellar for about a day until I decided to bring her upstairs; I was just too nervous of finding her completely gone.  She finally woke up today and I was really surprised at how fast she recovered.  It almost seemed instantanious after she ate her meal that she felt better.  Anyway she's going to the shower now, it'll be good for her to clense herself, give her a new start.  I was nice enough to give her some of my clothes to put on after her rinse; honestly if it was my choice, she'd be walking around with zero clothes.  

After I heard the bathroom door close I quickly got my laptop from under my bed and pulled up my house camera footage.  After I took Marcie I began feeling anxiety about someone searching for her so I put up several cameras around the property just to make sure i'd catch anyone who tried.  I clicked on the footage for camera four: the bathroom.  As soon as the picture appeared on the screen I began to watch Marcie undress.  First her tanktop, well my tanktop.  She pulled it over her head in one slow motion; her hair falling to her back once more as she threw it on the floor.  Then came the pants, this part got me excited.  She slowly pushed the pants down to her ankles, revealing her bum to the camera and stepping out of the leg holes.  I watched as she stepped into the shower and disappeared.  I watched the video for a few more seconds before noticing there were no towels in the room.  As I quickly went to go get one I heard a loud crash that came from the bathroom.  I ran over to the door and placed my ear to the wooden door.  

"Marcie?  You alright?"  I opened the bathroom door slowly as I listened to the sound of the shower getting just a tad bit louder.   "I went to go get you a towel and I heard a crash."  I slowly walked over to the shower and waited for a response, nothing.  "Marcie?"  I called out again. Nothing.  "Marcie I'm coming in ok?"  I opened the shower door to find her sitting against the wall, the shower beating against her legs.  I bent down into the shower and sat myself apon the red water that was slowly draining in the bottom of the shower, she must have hit her head when she fell.  I took a few minutes to flush the small cut out with water and took a look at her.  "Are you ok?" she nodded slowly.  "How did you fall Marcie?" I began questioning her.  I watched as she struggled for words.  I could see her thinking out some form of a long answer but the only words she was able to get out were: "My wrists hurt."  They werent bleeding, they were more raw than anything.  Her flesh was pink and shiny; they looked almost like the raw chicken breasts that I cooked today.  "Do you want me to help you?" I asked nicely eyeing her gorgeous body up and down.  No answer.  I took it apon myself to answer for her: yes.

I grabbed my wash cloth that was hanging on the rack and poured some soap into it, scrunching it all up until bubbles appeared.  I rubbed it gently over her body, caressing every inch.  First her arms and legs, then her breasts, then her privates.  I knew she was hurt but I didn't feel bad about my thoughts.  She seemed so vunerable in this moment, I don't know why I didn't come onto her.

 I poured my Axe shampoo over her head until it ran down several parts of her hair.  I wasn't sure how much shampoo she used but I assumed it was a lot, her hair always smelt like vanilla sugar when I passed her in the hallways of school.  I grabbed her ends and placed them ontop of her head and began massaging it quickly as the soap splashed around, bring a chuckle to my lips.  As soon as I began to laugh she looked up to me with her soft eyes; her glance enticed me.  My mind spun in a million directions thinking of all the horrible stuff I could do to her in this moment.  But to my surprise, as if I struck a chord in her, she kissed me.  Not just a sheepish kiss, she kissed me suddenly, forceably.  And for a moment I accepted it.  This is the moment I had been dreaming about, fantasizing about.  It had finally come, and it was anything but what I had imagined.  It didn't spark me up or anything; it was just simply a kiss, no passion or love, just simply our lips touching.  It was this exact moment when I realized the only reason every part of me wanted Marcie, is because she is the most innocent, helpless creature I'd ever laid my eyes apon.  The fact that I could tie her up and call her a damsel in distress turned me on high.  I wanted to force myself apon her whilst she beg for mercy.  And now she was showing me force?  I didn't like this at all.