in a bind, Jekyll (Katherine/Hyde)
Title: in a bind Author/Artist: shiegra Rating: R/NC17
Prompt: JEKYLL - Jekyll/Katherine - bondage - "And what if I tied you up for once ?"
Katherine fumbled with her keys on the way up the steps; noticed the black van only peripherally, had to curse softly as she managed to nudge the door open. The hall was dark, but she hardly noticed until she was already inside, shifting the strap on her shoulder.
And then she thought, Dr. Jackman, sharp and clear. Hyde--Billy--his countpart wasn't expected, and the doctor was far from a killer. She kicked off her heels first, pulse pounding in her throat, clenched her keys in her hand, and stole down the hall. Pure instinct, little coldly rational thought, and she was already spotting the ajar doors, the outline of the door--the pool of blood on the ground.
If that's his, they're already gone, something small and steely inside told her. They won't have wasted time.
She moved through the room, only lit by the lights seeping in the windows--so damn dark, and some thought was chattering for attention in the back of her mind with hysterical intensity--and looked through the crack.
Five bodies, at least, fallen around the room. Heavy gear. Only one man didn't have visible signs of his death on him, and only one wasn't already dead--but the living room was gurgling out his last breath through a rent throat at Hyde's feet.
Hyde, and the small sharp voice in the back of her head suddenly became clear. Too damn dark, instead. She took a stumbling step backwards, tights sliding on the ground.
"Going somewhere, Mary Poppins?"
And he looked up from the bodies, and his face split into a grin.
It probably wouldn't do her much good, but she still whirled to run; and she was right, he caught her arms before she was past the table and hauled her back. She choked on a scream, body jerking, and he bit her.
Bright hot points of pain, at the juncture of neck and shoulder. She knew she was going to die, then, a sharp note of fear and panic lodged beneath her breastbone, and she dragged in the breath to cry out.
And then he said--purred, almost--"well, I've gone and killed my share, and now I'm hankering for a good fuck. What do you say, Mary Poppins?"
She couldn't find the steadiness of saliva for words for a long moment, her ribs heaving with breaths like a trapped rabbits'. His teeth sank down again, drawing blood, and she made a soft choked sound of pain.
"I'm never sated, Mary Poppin," he said lazily, again releasing her for just a second. "Best choose now, or I'll take what's most readily available."
At that, she found her voice, found it astonishingly dry and steady and hardly breathless at all. "So what you're saying is, you want dessert?"
He growled a laugh. "Clever Mary Poppins and her clever mouth." His fingers were biting into her arms, suddenly, and she was dragged into his room--and then her feet were slipping in blood. The computer looked all right, she noticed nonsensically, and he pulled her hair loose; what a stupid little thing to finally jerk that almost-scream out of her throat as it fell against her neck and shoulders.
"Have you got a bit of a dilemma?" He asked, walking backwards with her. Then he stopped and spun them around like dancers until she was facing him, keeping her on her feet his hands locked around her upper arms.
He walked her backward until her knees hit the edge of the chair, and said her name scoldingly when she let out a tiny choked gasp of reaction. Or at least, his name for her, which wasn't even remotely the same thing.
When the first strap went into place she froze and almost struggled, but the red-black mist edging his irises froze her. Instead she said, very evenly, "Dr. Jackson will know if you do anything to me."
"They disabled the power, you know," he said, swinging upright, smiling winsomely. "Clever boys with clever toys--" And then his hand snaked out, almost too fast to track, and caught her chin, thumb pressing into her lower lip.
Then he had his fingers under the hem of her short skirt, and he leaned forward enough to breathe, "and what shall we do with this one?"