Fettered

The Accident

How long had it been since she last saw Lucas's face? It was 2014 — it felt like she'd lived in Baltimore for decades, though it had only been about two years. It'd all gone wrong then, and everything had gotten worse.
Persephone hadn't been able to focus on her classes. Everything went by in such a blur that she was sure she'd been left behind. Her drive home was fuzzy as well. She remembered needing to pull over and breathe out a panic attack, after-images playing in her head, though she'd not been witness to the events. They were false images her brain invented.
She couldn't wait to get back to her webcam that night. It had been a week since she answered Lucas's calls and texts, unable to bring herself to face him after all she'd gone through. She hoped he would forgive her silence, lend her the ear she desperately needed. After tearing through her living room, past a uselessly drunk and unconscious Terry on the couch, she made it upstairs and slammed her bedroom door behind her. She whipped out her phone. Nothing new from Lucas today — no texts, no calls. He was either mad or giving her space, she didn't know, but she refused to ponder it for long before calling him.
It rang and rang.And rang.
He wasn't going to answer, was he? But when her hope dwindled and she was about to hang up, the phone clicked.
"Pers, where have you been?"
His voice and unique cadence was so beautiful to her in that moment of pure despair.
"I'm so sorry, Lucas, I should've been talking to you, but—""I know classes 'r rough but I been tryin' t' make time fer you. Why can' you do the same—""Lucas, my dad died."
Silence; brief lament, and some reticence of her part. Her hand gripped the phone tighter, any words stolen. Then his soothing voice replied,
"I... I'm sorry, Pers.""Yeah... Can we get on video call? I wanna see you."
A few minutes later, she got on her computer, loaded up their video call, and found herself staring into Lucas's cathartic face. The familiarity of his slim features, prominent cheekbones, and tired eyes relaxed her. She wished she could hold him and cry, but she choked back her tears as she explained what had happened. Everything from her father dying, to attending his funeral the previous evening, to Terry's behavior.
"She's already starting to pawn shit," she vented. "We don't even have a t.v. anymore. This house is too expensive for us to keep, so we're probably gonna move to a shelter.""A shelter? That's really the best y'all got?""With Terry this incapacitated, there's nothing else we can do. Dad was the one with all the money. She hasn't had a job in years. I'm gonna have to quit college.""Woah, woah, woah," Lucas said, hands up to get her to stop. "Ya can't do that right now, Pers. You been so excited 'bout college n' tryna be a doctor — a surgeon. Ya can still use yer scholarship t' go t' college.""But Lucas, I can't have a full-time job and go to college.""Yer gonna set yerself back if ya stop now."
Persephone felt on the verge of tears. She leaned forward, elbows on her desk, hands hiding her face. He was right, but she didn't know what else to do. Without money, they'd have no choice but to go to a shelter, and she was torn between a job or her college career. If she kept going to college, who knows where she and Terry would wind up until she was able to get paid as a surgeon. And with her father gone, she felt her desire to become a surgeon dwindling. In a way, he'd been the driving force. The fact that he went for anything and had great success made her also want to be successful. He was a jackass all right, but, without him, she and Terry were falling apart. Without him, she wouldn't be who she is.
"Pers?" Lucas asked softly, his voice muffled to her preoccupied mind. "Ya all right?"Persephone shook her head, still covering her face. Her eyes stung with tears but she pushed them back before they could be set free. She looked at him, voice breaking as she spoke. "I just wanna fucking be with you, Lucas. I can't take this anymore — I can't deal with this. Dammit, why did we have to leave Louisiana? None of this would've happened. Or at least if it did, I would still have you."
His mouth opened like he was going to say something but then immediately closed it again. Not that she could blame him for being speechless. When everything happened last week, she'd been speechless, too. Everything felt like a fucked up nightmare, his funeral yesterday hadn't seemed real, the car accident wasn't real.
The needle Persephone had found in the bathroom wasn't real, either, otherwise Terry...
She didn't give Lucas a chance to articulate his thoughts and ranted about Terry's behavior; about the needle and syringe, about the trash can filled with beer bottles, about wine bottles littering the kitchen counters, and about vodka taking up most of the space in their freezer.
She could've sat there venting about her feelings all night, and for the most part she did. For the rest of the evening, she forwent dinner and just talked to him; about Terry, about school, about her hopelessness. And he listened. As long as she spoke, he listened, and when she felt like she could take no more and went quiet, he would offer her his comfort and love. It was comfort and love that she desperately needed.
He was so close to her, and yet felt so far away.

Weeks later, one early March evening, Persephone rushed around the kitchen of their shitty apartment, stirring this and that. If her food didn't cook faster, she'd be late for her dinner date. She seasoned her sauce haphazardly and kept Lucas updated on the progress of her meal. He'd already finished his and it would be getting cold if she didn't hurry the hell up.
As the noodles for her spaghetti cooked, she looked in on Terry (to make sure the addict was still breathing) who'd passed out on the couch after spending the day feeling sorry for herself. Bruises down her arms indicated that she'd probably been shooting heroin — which explained why Persephone kept finding needles in the trashcans — and there was a cut on her swollen bottom lip from who knows what. She didn't want to believe that Terry had been hit by some guy, maybe her drug dealer, but it was a very real possibility. Still, she knew Terry's business was her own, not to mention the fact that she had no real time to make for anyone else aside from Lucas.
Once all the food finished, she took her plate and a cup of white grape juice to her room. She made do with the bleak, white-walled room filled with boxes. The most important pieces of furniture were in place already; all that she needed: her bed, her desk, a dresser, and her computer. Stuff that she enjoyed, stuff she'd collected back in Chicago, were still in those boxes from Dulvey, aside from Lucas's Ouija board necklace which she wore every day, today being no exception.
She set her dinner on the desk to free up her hands and check if her webcam was set up from the last time they'd used it. Ever since her father's death, she'd told herself that she would make more time for Lucas, so she'd been using her webcam often. The thought of losing Lucas, too, was unbearable. She wanted to make the most of their time together, just in case something outside of her control happened again. Tonight was his night and she wanted it to be as romantic as possible.
To up the romance, she lit a few candles, then turned on her computer, opened her video calling program, and texted Lucas that she was ready. His face soon popped up on her screen, plate of spaghetti in front of him and a beer. He'd pulled a seat up to sit at his dresser which he used as a table and Persephone saw the candlelight in the background. He apparently had the same idea; wasn't called a 'date' for nothing.
"Man," he said, "yer spaghetti looks so much better than mine. I dunno how t' cook n' now the kitchen's a damn mess."Persephone laughed. "Yeah, so's mine. It'll probably be a mess for the next few days."
Diane poked her head up in the background from his bed, staring directly at Lucas's food. She made a beeline for it, knocking his arm up and out of her way with her eagerly sniffing nose.
"Well hello, Yer Majesty," said Lucas.Persephone could only see Diane's eyes and nose sticking up above the dresser. "That dog loves to eat."Lucas twirled some spaghetti onto his fork and fed it to Diane. "Wonder why she always bothers me for food.""We're gonna have to call Sherlock Holmes to solve that mystery."
Diane prompted Persephone to ask about the rest of the family. Zoe had apparently come out to their parents about Judith, Marguerite had quit drinking after Lucas told them about Terry (even though she was never really a drinker), and Jack was... Well, Jack, like always. Diane wouldn't stop nudging Lucas's arm during his entire family talk, so he tried to make her go lay down. She jumped around playfully, barking, growling, and vocalizing, eyes darting from Lucas to his food.
"She don' wanna leave 'long as there's food."Persephone giggled. "Aw, she's just mad I'm the third-wheel. Don't worry, Diane, I'll leave.""Really, Pers, y'all 'r just ruinin' my date with Diane."
He eventually did convince Diane to go lay on his bed but not before a lot of complaining from the vocal pup. Even when she did listen, she threw a tantrum and pushed both his pillow and her own to the floor.
Lucas shook his head. "That dog is just crazy.""She loves you and it's precious.""Ya only think she's cute 'cuz ya don' live with 'er.""I wish I did. I'd give anything for Diane to hound me for attention."
They stopped chatting for a bit so they could eat. Persephone noticed that Lucas kept looking at her intently, like he was pondering something behind his thoughtful blue eyes. Judging by all the times he held down a smile, she knew it would be something good, and she had to try to resist asking about it. When ready, he'd tell her. And eventually, after a few gulps of beer, he said,
"There's somethin' I wanna tell ya.""You have five other girlfriends?""No, no. Just the one." They both enjoyed a good laugh at this but Lucas quickly brought the conversation back on track. "Actually, I was thinkin' I didn' wanna tell ya this, 'cuz I didn' wanna get yer hopes up, but fuck it, I can' wait anymore. I got a job this summer — minimum wage, nothin' special — but I got it 'cuz I wanna save up money t' come n' see ya next year."
His words shocked her. Pleasantly, but shocked her regardless. He could be coming down to see her — she could hold him, love him intimately again. After everything that'd happened, she felt desperate for his touch. Just the thought nearly made her cry. She put her fist up to her mouth, index finger's knuckle blocking her quivering lip.
"I would love—" She had to stop. Her voice broke and she didn't want to cry in front of him. Not when the news was good, for once. "Sorry," she said, wiping her face to not only clear her watery eyes but to hopefully regain her composure. "That's amazing news, Lucas. I'd love it."He smiled, brow knitting as he watched her try to keep it together. "I would, too. I wanna see you so bad, take ya out on at least one date. No idea how long I'd be down fer.""Fuck it, I'd take off summer classes if it meant spending the break with you. Maybe I should save up some money, too, so we can stay at a hotel for a while and get away from Terry.""That would probably be a good idea. But don' forget, I didn' want ya gettin' yer hopes—""Right, right." She felt her cheeks tire from her uncontrollable smile and gave herself a few gentle smacks on them, chanting softly, "Don't get your hopes up, don't get your hopes up." But how could she not? Now that she knew the plan would be in motion, she was willing to help make the dream a reality. She giggled giddily. "Dammit, how am I supposed to not get my hopes up?"He chuckled. "This is why I didn' wanna tell ya too soon, but I couldn' keep it a secret anymore."She cleared her throat, mentally shaking her excitement off and changing the subject. "So how's your job, anyway?""It's all right. Just the shithole fast food joint down the street. But it gets me money.""Is it full-time?""Yeah.""What're you gonna do when college rolls back around?""Yeeaaah." He scratched his jawline, eyes looking away. "'Bout that. 'Cuz my grades've slipped, I'm not eligible for financial aid anymore. So I won' be goin' t' college this comin' semester."Didn't surprise her. He'd been telling her that his grades were slipping. "I'm sorry to hear that.""Meh, it's whatever." He shrugged. "I didn' know where I was goin' with it anyway. Changed my major at least four times.""That's true. Weren't you going into engineering?""Yeah, I wanna build things. But I dunno what I wanna build that would land me an actual career. Robotics? Nah, I'd rather do what we did in high school n' make things like that giant slingshot.""Or a saw made out of knives."
They shared another laugh, and she basked in his company as they ate. He made fun of her for drinking white grape juice "like a kid" and when he subsequently dropped spaghetti sauce on his shirt, she retaliated by making fun of him for being clumsy. But when all was said and done, she was simply filled to the brim with warmth and beamed about being together; happiness that soon manifested itself in other ways. She waited until they were both finished eating.
"So, for dessert," she began, looking directly into his alluring eyes, "how 'bout we get naked?""You don' hafta tell me twice."

She'd retrieved her toy — a fairly small, but detailed dildo — alongside a bottle of lube. They were both nude, cameras positioned so they could get the best views possible. Lucas wanted to see pretty much everything, so Persephone had to roll her chair back for him. She used it as a stepping stool, turning around so her ass was facing the camera and checked the small box on the top-left side of the screen for her camera feed to ensure he could get a good view. As she bent over the chair and opened her thighs, her pussy lips spread, showing off her tiny, wet opening.
"Now that is what I call dessert," he said gruffly. "Next time I see you, you better hope we ain't in public, 'cuz I won' be able t' stop myself.""You are one kinky fucker.""You fuckin' love it. Yer pussy's all wet."
So wet that she couldn't stop herself from reaching for her dildo and rubbing it between her thighs and lips, then draining some lube across it and her skin. The toy's lack of body heat chilled her, but its rigid length and breadth called to her poor, unused pussy.
She plunged the dildo inside herself, arm pumping and keeping stride with Lucas as he jerked off his long cock. The difficulty of imagining the tiny dildo as Lucas tried to take away her fun, but it had been so long since she'd played with herself that it felt amazing nonetheless. She made sure to be vocal for him, her neighbors be damned.
"That's it, Pers. I love when yer loud fer me."
She bit her lip — the way he talked to her could make her cum, inciting her to go faster, harder, as deep as she could. It wasn't enough. Looking into Lucas's eyes and remembering how he felt inside of her left her unsatisfied. She tried as hard as she could to return to that feeling but after a particularly rough fucking, she pulled the dildo out, needing something more. For now, though, she wanted to give Lucas a show, so both her hands reached behind and spread herself for him. She saw him jerking off harder as he watched.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Been so long since I got t' see yer pussy gape. Almost disappointin' — my cock can gape ya way bigger than that.""I wish you would. I miss your big, fat dick. Especially when you used to fuck my ass." She spread some lube on her asshole and slid the dildo right in, grunting back a start of pain. Compared to Lucas, though, the dildo was easy to take. "Goddamn, you got so deep I thought you would destroy my insides for sure.""Y'all keep talkin' like that n' yer gonna make me cum.""What a tease." She panted, frantically drilling her ass. "Haven't got to eat your cum in a long time.""Cum-guzzlin' slut.""Remember how I used to beg for it?""Can' forget. I think about it often enough."
She giggled, pulling the dildo out and showing her now gaping asshole. He murmured an expletive, staring intently and working himself hard. He didn't have any toys of his own — no fleshlight, not even cock rings — just his hand and a little lube leftover from their physical days. But it seemed to be enough. Persephone observed his sexual response and eagerly watched it escalate. His breathing quickened, his eyes relaxed, and his open mouth was pulled into a grin. He sat right on the cusp of climax, she could tell by his breathing alone.
"Goddamn, Lucas, you're so cute when you're about to cum.""Shut up."
She chuckled a low, sexual chuckle, sending him instantly to his peak. He grabbed a towel he'd had off-screen and came inside it, breathing heavily as he did. Persephone turned around to face the computer, fingers toying with her clit as she ogled his orgasm. A few seconds after he calmed down, she said,
"Show me how big your load is."
That's probably why he'd gotten a black towel. The pool of white cum and the droplets all around shown easily in the light of his screen. And holy hell was it a big load. She really earned the name 'cum-guzzlin' slut' — the urge to taste him drove her lust. It took only a few moments of looking at his cum and wishing her mouth could've been the recipient for her to reach her much-needed peak.

All her candles had been blown out and she'd washed herself up to get ready for bed, while Lucas did the same on his end. She struggled somewhat to set up her bed near her desktop so she could be face-to-face with him as she rested against her pillow, but it was so fucking worth it. Seeing him comfortable in his bed with Diane snuggled up behind him was the cutest thing she'd ever seen.
And she got to hear his gorgeous and soothing voice. Damn she loved that accent, his inflections, and vocabulary. She was sure to tell him that, tell him that she missed being together, stomach and heart fluttering when he told her how he felt the same.
Falling asleep against her will, her tired mind blurred thoughts together as she spoke.
"Don't wanna sleep. Sleep is stupid, wanna talk to you.""Pers," he said, soft but firm. "Go to sleep.""But I love you.""I love you, too. But ya gotta get up early fer class. Don' worry, we'll talk tomorrow.""Fucking school," she mumbled, face rubbing into her pillowcase. "School's dumb — already know how to cut people up. Cut 'em into cubes, for my kebabs."Lucas chuckled. "I know ya do. Ya cut people up real good.""Damn yeah.""Damn yeah?""Fuck right."He tried to stifle his giggling, even her tired mind could hear that. He said, "Fuck right, I'm 'onna start usin' that.""You can use me instead.""First chance I get.""Use me like I use my scalpel.""N' how do ya use yer scalpel?""Sssharply."He went quiet for a moment, then his voice came back in a slightly higher pitch, laughter threatening to overtake. "Pers, ya need t' go t' sleep.""Mm'kay. Luff you, baby bear.""Baby bear—? Ya know what, never mind. I love you, too, Pers."
These last words before she lost consciousness were the five most beautiful words in the world.
____ Thanks to everyone for your patience waiting for this part. I've been dealing with a lot of stress and depression recently, but I really want to get back into this. With that said...
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