Double Fantasy

Fight for Survival

Michael came down with no shirt on showing off his blushing chest and insane abs. I tried catching my breath. "What happened?" He asked realizing I looked out of breath. "I...heard....something...so I ...ran." He looked through the window but didn't see anything. He dialed in the security code. "There, you don't have to worry about nothing," he reassured me. I looked at him and he could tell that something was off but I didn't want to discuss it. I already felt bad that I was fucking both of them. I walked over to the fridge and took out a Mountain Dew. "What's goin on? Why do I get this feeling that you don't want me around?" He asked resting his hands on the counter. I drank my drink giving him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" I asked resting the bottle down. "When I kissed you, it's like you was just kissing me for kissing sake, I felt no emotion like if you didn't miss me the way I did about you. Look if it's the fact that I left without saying goodbye then I'm sorry" he pleaded. I shook my head. "Michael...I'm just really tired. Didn't get much sleep last night and I feel so emotionally drained...I just need sleep." I said walking past him.
"Nah...something's off about you. Your energy is different from last night. I held you last night while you cried in my arms until you fell asleep. You don't remember telling me that you wanted me around and that you didn't want me to leave?" I nodded. "Michael...it's ok" I said going up the stairs but he followed me. "If it's ok then let me be with you," he suggested. I shrugged. "I really need to sleep, I'm good, ok" I said leaving him on the step. It was like I was loosing feelings for him, and aquiring those feelings towards Erik. Maybe it's the fact that he was dangerous and not to be fucked with, or maybe the fact that we fucked in every room, he did things to me no man has ever dared to do. I was falling head over heels in love with Erik and I didn't want to. I laid on the bed reminiscing about the different ways Erik licked my pussy. My phone vibrated. It was him.

Erik: made it to the other side. Hope everything's ok.

Jill: glad you made it. Yh everything's cool. Just here thinking about you.

Erik: I miss you too baby. Daddy's going and handle some stuff. Talk in a bit.

Jill: ok zaddy :p night!

I felt so high on lust that I put my earpods on and played some love songs. While I was vybing to the music and dancing around the room, I saw something on the corner of my eye through the window. When I got a good look. I saw 2 males with machetes in their hands. I rubbed my eyes just to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me but they were still there, standing there. I backed away from the window slowly. I dialed Michael's number but he wasn't answering. I sighed and walked out the room, onto the hallway. I heard the TV in the living room on. He probably didn't hear his phone cause the tv was on loud while he was playing need for speed. As I got down, I peeked through the window and it was 4 of them now. All of a sudden the power in the house cut off. "Michael...there's atleaste 4 guys outside with machetes." I whispered loudly shining my phone light at him. He grabbed my hand and we walked quickly but quietly up the stairs. The backup generator kicked in. "C'mon I gotta get you to the safe room" he said as we ran down the hall. We stopped to a wall and he felt around until the wall clicked and a door appeared. He shoved me into the room. "Wait stay here with me! You can't go out there" I pleaded but he shook his head. "I'm here now, you don't have to worry about me baby girl. I'll be right back" he said closing the door. "Michael wait!!" I exclaimed, but the door was already closed. When I turned around, there were computer screens and keyboards, a storage full of guns and ammunition, a whole box of cash and drugs. I sighed wondering how they found us. As I looked through the screens, Michael was nowhere to be found. I texted Erik quickly that they were here but I realized I had no signal in here. "Fuck! Now what am I supposed to do?!" I said to myself. As I monitored what was going on through the screens, I counted 8 men. There was no way Michael would make it out there alive.  The power went out again but everything in this room remained on. I loaded the appropriate mag into the 2 pistols just Incase I had to defend myself. I watched as the guys tried doing some coding thing on the door, probably to disable the alarm on their end.
They opened the door easily and went in. The cameras started cutting off one by one. "Oh god no no no!" I panicked as I had no visual on nothing. It was very quiet. I curled up in a fetal position with my gun aimed to the door. I stayed in that position for a good hour. By now my thoughts carried me to a dark place, with Michael probably headless and the remaining guys looking for me. I tried to be strong and courages but that still didn't stop the tears from dripping down my face. I heard tapping sounds on the wall. I stood up and in position just like Erik showed me. As the door clicked open I was ready to shoot. "Jill where are you?" It was Michael. I ran towards him embracing him tightly but I heard him wince in pain. When I looked, the monitor reflection showed that he was covered in blood and a open wound on his arm and the side of his back. "I told you I'd protect you" he smiled in the dark. I couldn't help but kiss him like if I was going to loose him. I closed the door behind him and looked around for a first aid kit. Michael showed me where it was. I didn't know much about stitching an open wound. "Give me the bottle of whiskey in the corner" he said. I handed it to him while I cleaned the needle and prepped it with thread. He threw some of the rum on his wounds trying to hold his cries of pain inside then he heads a couple shots back. "You ready?" I asked feeling very nervous as I never did anything like this before. He nodded and shoved a piece of cloth he found in the medical kit to bite down on. I started the first stitch on his arm and it pained me the way he cried in the cloth. I wanted to stop but he told me to keep going. By the time I got to the 5th stitch, I realized he got quiet. When I looked, his eyes were closed. I checked for a pulse and it was fine. I continued stitching him up. When I finished, I didn't want him to be sitting like this to strain his neck so I took the pistol and went out into the hall. I slowly walked to one of the rooms and got a few pillows and a blanket. When I got back, I laid everything on the floor. "Hey Michael? C'mon...wake up. You need to lay down," I said trying to wake him up. "Jill?" He said looking back at me with tears in his eyes. "I'm right here...c'mon you have to lay down," I said trying to help him to the ground. He winced in pain for a bit. I laid next to him. He grabbed my hand, admiring the way it fit perfectly with his. "I love you, Jill," he said while kissing my hand and resting it on his chest. I didn't know what to say. He's drunk...but usually when you're drunk, your true emotions come out. I didn't love him, it was more lust. I couldn't say it back. I looked at him. He knocked out again, but realizing that he was willing to put himself in harms way to protect mine made me have a space in my heart for him.
Morning fell upon us. I opened my eyes and saw Michael doing something on the computers. I got up and touched his shoulder. "Good morning handsome." I yawned. "Good morning baby girl" he greeted, still keeping his full attention to what he was doing. I kissed his shoulder. "What are you doing?" I asked grabbing another stool to sit next to him. "Trying to get the cameras back up and running. Those idiots cut the camera wires so I got up while you were asleep and wired them back."  I looked at him. "Michael, they might be back...I mean I assume you killed all of them," I said. He looked at me.
"You're right. I gotta call Erik" he said getting up and going outside. My stomach started to grumble. I walked past Michael as he was on the phone but before he tried to stop me I saw a body laying at the top of the step. I gulped and walked by the body to reveal the rest of dead bodies and blood scattered everywhere like a jigsaw. My anxiety went through the roof that I blacked out.