Wanting
Characters: Hannah and Ryan Setting: Ryan's room, Midday, NSFW!!!
Not quite sure how to make out the early part of her day, Hannah kept to her room swelling with suspicions and anxiety. It had begun to subside when she slowly drew up plans to act but evidently those plans fell apart. She had taken the trek to the other wing, choosing to just blend in to the background and just... watch. There were plenty more people there than she really expected - though how could she really have expected less when there were so many numbered doorways.
Her simple act of watching seemingly gave her what she wanted. She had seen the man who had plagued her thoughts all night and saw exactly where his dragons nest was. After a healthy meal, she decided to return to the door of room 15. A reluctant turn of the knob... her chest heavy with anxiousness... She wasn't even sure if he had left or if he was still in there. Whether he was or was not was a smaller problem. The bigger question was exactly what she planned to do once inside. Maybe she could ask him how he felt having his place trespassed on. She could question whether or not he thought it was awkward and creepy. Something like that...
The main room was empty of all bodies but her own. At least with whatever she was about to do, she wasn't already caught red handed.
Ryan was feeling on more of an even keel after 'visiting' with Susanna, though there would always be a part of him that roiled with frustration so long as he was being a 'good boy.' He despised this place, with its array of temptations that he got punished for following. Pretending to be rehabilitated was going to be extremely difficult and as good of an actor as he was, he didn't know if he could deny that part of himself so thoroughly. He could fool the people, but the cameras were another matter. He wanted them gone.
He'd stopped back in his room and showered again--at least there was always hot water, and he'd always been one to indulge himself with it. However, he was ravenous now since he'd skipped food in order to have Susanna instead. He ducked out of his room to run over to the kitchen for a few minutes, building himself a large sandwich and ferreting out a bag of chips and a soda from the pantry, carrying it all back to his room. He planned to avoid people for the rest of the day, because he was tired of being good. He didn't have to watch himself when he was alone.
He nudged his door back open, looking forward to eating.
Not quite sure what to do, Hannah desperately moved to half hide behind the door as it began to open. She was in a bit of a panic, pressing her lips together hard and tightening her eyes shut. There was no way she was going to not be seen, but what could she do? A small audible breath escaped as she outed herself immediately. Though she had squished her front against the wall, her white chiffon scrunching on her chest, Hannah turned herself around, placing her hands behind her and put on a straight face. The light fabric of her sleeveless turtleneck hung off her frail body, meeting the short black pencil skirt with a bit of class. There was something strange in her eyes, something between frightened and determined.
Ryan sensed a difference in his room the moment he pushed open the door. It was the instincts of a predator who liked to stalk its prey, and knew in turn when it was being stalked itself. He wasn't alone. The huff of breath confirmed it, and he immediately shoved his stuff onto the dresser, eyes latching onto his trespasser. He was very wary, obviously prepared for having to deal with violence. He shouldn't have left his room unlocked, he was usually so careful, but he'd been hungry.
Hannah. The quietly crazy girl from the other day, he thought. He only relaxed slightly, though, because he knew the crazies could be the worst ones. "What the hell, Hannah?" he said, trying to tread the line between angry and not triggering her off. He didn't necessarily like the light in her eyes.
Letting a moment of time pass between them, Hannah managed to collect her bearings. She took a step forward and only a little nervously spoke. "I noticed your door was open," she lied, bringing back the same lie he had told Becka, "I guess I wanted to make sure you were alright." She had no illusions about her lie, either. It was there to make a small point. Though whatever the underlining point was, Hannah had yet to figure out.
She took another step forward, her hands returning to a hung position at her sides. "You were naughty, weren't you?" Her words became breathy and quiet and she knew that there was something else behind him. She had seen another man who looked at her just the same once. There just had to be something else. Even if there was, what did she expect of it?
Ryan was almost taken aback by her audacity. Parroting back his own words to him, when he'd told them to someone else. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Uh huh. I know for a fact my door wasn't open, little girl," he told her quietly, wondering what fucked up game she was playing. It might work coming from him--and truthfully, Becka's door had been open, even if Wren's had not--but he always knew if he'd left it open or not. "So try pulling my other leg, though that won't work either."
He watched her warily, not backing off or down, monitoring her as she came closer because to hell with letting anyone hurt him in this place. "I think you're the naughty one here, darlin'," he drawled bluntly. "What were you looking for?" Nothing he had would incriminate him here, not anymore.
Swallowing hard, Hannah scooted in just a tad closer and looked Ryan right in his eyes. Her stomach turned like it had in the courtyard before. "I know you're too smart for that," she indulged, "maybe that's why I'm here." It wasn't like she was trying to lead him on with that last part. She had said it in part to inform herself. There definitely had to be a reason she came. Something that just drove her to get caught red handed with her hand in the cookie jar... only to find it was full of mouse traps anyway.
"I think I knew a man like you," she admitted, "You can't even imagine what he did to me." Or maybe he could. She didn't really know what his imagination was capable of.
Her eyes closed, thinking back to the final days in Nebraska. Maybe if they had caught on to the investigation they could have been free still. Though free was never something Hannah had ever known for such a long time. It was somehow ironic that she wanted to go back to that. "I wonder if you'd do them to me too..." Her eyes fluttered open, a blur of colors forming back in to their surroundings.
"Why are you here?" he asked, discarding finesse and subtlety in favor of bluntness and finding out what the fuck was going on. He didn't know if she was just crazy or if she was trying to get him to admit to things he shouldn't admit to, or what. Ryan might enjoy appropriate flattery, but he wasn't a stupid man and he wasn't going to be manipulated by anyone if he could help it.
"What did he do to you, little girl?" he asked, voice dropping a little smoother, more persuasive. He could in fact imagine. He knew, at least, the many things he'd done to girls like her. She reminded him, like so many did in some ways, of Sydney--Sydney, with her twisted mind and fucked up body, who in the end had grown too pushy for her health. He took a slow step closer, reaching out to push the door closed. He was intrigued, though his eyes narrowed as he studied her further. "What makes you think I'll do one little thing to you?" he murmured, voice low and almost dangerous.
That door. It closed. Hannah's eyes followed him as he shut it as her breaths became shallow. Whatever she had done up to that point... there was no turning back now. "Why aren't you asking me to leave?" she mirrored, slipping both hands up her back to unzip the small zipper of the shirt. She wasn't even fully aware of what she was doing or why, but all she knew is that she had to do it. It was only right, somehow.
Little girl. The way he called her that. It brought back old memories of the first time hands had been laid upon her in such an awful manner. It shot her adrenaline up and made her body feel hot. "I have been forced to live all kinds of bad things for a very long time," she said, continuing to slip off her top as she spoke, "I can't bare to be without it anymore." Though her lip trembled slightly, there was a sturdy part of Hannah that just couldn't walk away from all of it. She spent many nights crying and begging for everything to stop but once it became her life, she ached for it. "After so long, what should make me think you wouldn't?"
His eyes dropped to her hands, unconsciously licking his lips. Okay, so it wasn't every day a random crazy girl came into his room and started to undress. It didn't really matter that Susanna had already sated him earlier. He'd never had much of a problem with recovery time, though he faintly thought that yes, he should eat at some point soon, but why interrupt a strip show with food? "Why aren't you trying to leave?" he asked back. He might be horny, but again, he was trying to follow Susanna's advice and keep his head in the game.
He looked her over as her shirt came off, not trying to stop her. "It's not forcing if you ask for it, you know," he told her, reaching out to finger a lock of her hair. She wasn't right, no. She had been all twisted up inside by someone, even worse than Sydney, he suspected. She was so twisted up she wanted it. Not just the dominance, but he had a feeling she wanted to be forced to do things. He would move cautiously until he could put his finger just on what was going on with her, though. "Maybe because not everyone is a monster," he said, shifting a little closer, tugging that lock of hair lightly. He wouldn't plead to being one, though he knew for the things he had done, he would be considered one.
"I'd hate to be disappointed," Hannah tossed back, her top falling to the ground as he tugged at her hair. Her heart raced and suddenly, every thought about everything else seemed to just disappear. It was like a slate had been wiped clean and all that remained was one word telling her what she was meant to do in that exact moment. "Don't tell me you want me to walk away now," her voice was soft and breathy again, "Or if I do, will you only take me then?"
She closed her eyes, reaching back again to the clasp of her white bra. Unhooking it with a finesse of ease, she slowly began to slip it from her arms. If she had to walk away to get him to take her, she damn well would. If she was at all right about her feelings then he couldn't even face the thought of her walking out now. Remember what I have to do when you try and run.
He just played with that lock of hair, wrapping it around his finger, eyes dark and intent, wider pupils betraying his desire. He watched her undress, not making a move to help or hinder. She knew what she was doing, she was no little innocent thing. Especially since she was effectively daring him, and she sensed just enough about him to know that she could do it. She wanted him to slip and lose control, but not like Jae did. She wanted it to hurt. Twisted up as she was, she wanted to be forced.
When she spoke again, he moved quickly, pressing closer to her. His hand, which had just been toying it that one little lock, went back and fisted into her hair, tilting her head back just enough to be a little painful. "You run away now, little girl, and you'll be punished like the fucking tease you will be," he told her darkly, though for now he was playing the game she seemed to be wanting. He would explore this, see how he needed to play his cards. If she were really this twisted fuck and not trying to get him to fall on a sword, well, he would use her and be glad of it.
He just played with that lock of hair, wrapping it around his finger, eyes dark and intent, wider pupils betraying his desire. He watched her undress, not making a move to help or hinder. She knew what she was doing, she was no little innocent thing. Especially since she was effectively daring him, and she sensed just enough about him to know that she could do it. She wanted him to slip and lose control, but not like Jae did. She wanted it to hurt. Twisted up as she was, she wanted to be forced.
When she spoke again, he moved quickly, pressing closer to her. His hand, which had just been toying it that one little lock, went back and fisted into her hair, tilting her head back just enough to be a little painful. "You run away now, little girl, and you'll be punished like the fucking tease you will be," he told her darkly, though for now he was playing the game she seemed to be wanting. He would explore this, see how he needed to play his cards. If she were really this twisted fuck and not trying to get him to fall on a sword, well, he would use her and be glad of it.
Hannah made a small sound of protest at the pull of her hair. She felt invigorated, her body telling a different story than the sound. The bra simply fell to the ground as her arms went to her sides. She didn't care one bit about being safe any more or about ensure she could stay away from bad things. All she wanted now was to be knee deep in danger. That constant fear, she could not let it go.
"Make it hurt," she said simply, pleading desperately with a quiet tone. She meant it. Every bit of it.
Ryan got a thrill out of the sound she made. If he had been having trouble after his already vigorous day, that surge of lust he got from that would have cured it right then and there. He slammed her back against the wall hard enough to hurt, hand still fisted in her hair. "Careful what you ask for, little girl. You might just get it, and it might not be everything you dreamed of," he told her in a soft tone that nonetheless was dangerous. He could already tell it was affecting her, so it was another of these both consensual and not things, but it would have to do. Enough of this and he would be able to make do long enough to get out of this place, hopefully. His other hand was rough on her breast, squeezing it too hard, not bothering to ask permission for another he was doing.
Crying out softly as she collided with the wall, Hannah began breathing heavily. She placed the palms of her hands against the wall behind her while his hand was on her chest, clawing in to it with jagged nails. "I'm afraid," she admitted truthfully, though entirely submissive. She squirmed slightly, drawing up her left foot along the wall, one shoe of her flats falling off.
Her entire body trembled. "I never wanted this," she said, feeling the branches of her past poke her in her sides, "I never let him take me, but I can't live without it any longer." And there it was. After circling around it in her thoughts, she finally said it. "My life is in your hands," she followed in whisper, disregarding permission or lack thereof entirely. It was never about what she let him do, it was all about putting the very blood of her life under his control. She had to let him know that, she just had to or it would never be the same.
Her fear was real. He could practically smell it on her as he pressed his lips to her pounding pulse point. She was telling the truth, and in a way he almost hoped the administration was listening, because then they would know they couldn't punish him for anything he did to her. "Your life has been in my hands since you walked into this room without permission, Hannah," he told her quite frankly. She didn't have to know he was trying to be a good boy. His hand went from her breast and on up her chest to her throat. His fingers closed almost lightly about it, pushing her up a little higher.
He had a flash of Sydney, pressed up against a wall as well, and then on the floor. Both his hands had ended up around her throat, and he'd been more furious than he'd ever been in his entire life.
He throbbed in the confines of his pants, turned on by both the situation and the memory. "You've been a very bad girl, Hannah," he whispered, nipping her earlobe hard. "You deserve punishment. My mother was a big believer in having us choose our own punishments. What do you deserve?" He released her hair, squeezing her throat lightly again, toying with it. His knee forced its way between both of hers, prying her legs apart and pushing her skirt up her thighs slightly. He groped her harshly, testing her, the boundaries, as well as toying with her.
Hannah gasped upon her throat being squeezed. Even if it was only lightly, she had suffered years at the hands of a looming, impending possibility of death. It was so invigorating as it was terrifying. He was gentle with her in a way that had her wetting between those thighs. It was almost bizarre, but a strange habit formed to natural reaction so engrained was hard to make sense of. "I know," she agreed, feeling a cold air that felt exactly like autumn's weather, "I know."
She removed one hand from the wall and brought it up to Ryan's hand on her throat, trying feebly to remove it. It was a small struggle. She wanted to kick and scream and push him off but there were seemingly so many eggshells around them that she didn't know what might scare him off. At the same time she wanted the real rush. She wanted it so bad that she tilted back her head slightly at the sensation of her ear being played with and let out a heavy sigh.
And then, like a fire of a pistol, her eyes widened and Hannah pulled on his arm hard. Though hard, she was still as weak as ever but she wanted a fight somewhere between all of it. "What can you possibly do to me that hasn't already been done?" Her spit of fire was sharp and in every way intended to spurn him. "Make me bleed like I've never bled before?" She knew exactly how dangerous she was becoming and it didn't matter, all of her reasoning had dissipated from the moment she approached him. "You could never compare."
She wasn't struggling quite enough. He liked this and he wanted more, by God. It was so fucking close to what he had before, and everything going on lately made him miss it. He had wanted to take Becka so fucking bad earlier, just steal what there was to steal from her and throw her away. Just let go instead of pretend he was just another sheep in this fucking institution.
Her words were meant to antagonize him and they did, even if he was aware of what she was doing. His hand tightened slightly, making it harder for her to breathe even as he growled softly. "You don't deserve what I can give you, you little slut," he said, thrusting two fingers up into her without a by-your-leave, deliberately being rough enough to hurt her. He drew back after a moment though, pulling her from the wall and shoving her by her throat across the room, watching her reel. He was not gentle in the least. "Run away, little girl, and I won't kill you right now. Get past me and I'll let you live." Not that he intended to kill her, but he threatened her with every appearance of being in dead earnest, his dark eyes glinting. He was getting dangerously into this. Part of his brain told him to be careful, to watch himself, but right now it was much more distant than it should be.
In a flurry of action, Hannah found herself making a sudden soft squeal from the thrust of his fingers in to her. There was hardly enough time for her to catch up with what had just happened so that when she was flung off the wall, she fell hard to the ground, landing on her hands and knees away from him. Her chest pounded as her heart got ready to burst. Those heavy breaths became even heavier and trying to collect herself, she turned on to her bottom side, propping her back against the bed.
She wanted to run, run away just to see if he would catch her and she almost did. Coming to a shaky stand, Hannah fixed her skirt without a word making an attempt to look somewhat proper in her half naked state. Not that she expected it to stay that way. Trembling still, she slowly turned around, her welted and scarred back facing him. She turned her neck, one side of her face in view. "I learned the hard way never to run away," she retorted, bending at the knees. She placed both hands on the top of the bed and exposed the back of her thighs. It alone was definitely an eye pleaser but what she positioned herself for was something entirely different.
Pausing for a moment, she lowered more, offering herself for whatever his heart desired. Or maybe it wasn't his heart that had its desires. "I have no choice now," she added, adding icing to the cake.
He watched her closely, his eyes sweeping over her half naked state, lips twitching as she straightened her skirt, as if that made a difference to her appearance. His eyes lingered on her back as she turned around, wondering how long that had taken to get her looking like that. He wasn't into torture most of the time, not that kind, anyway. The type of pain he inflicted tended to be on the inside, easily hidden but where he knew it would always be.There was a sweet, fierce thrill in knowing that he could hurt people in a way that would never go away. There were times he liked to inflict pain--he dearly loved the struggle, especially. "But then you miss the thrill of the chase, little one. Little heart pounding like a rabbit, trying to get away," he said, his smile a predator's smile. It was a feeling he thought Susanna would understand.
Lust surged through him as she positioned herself, insistent and needy. Fuck resisting. She was fucking asking for it, so he'd damn well give it to her. He stalked toward her, undoing his pants and pulling himself free with a growl. "No, you don't. You don't have choice at all." He shoved her skirt up high, ripping her underwear out of the way and shoved into her without a by-your-leave. One hand went back up to her hair, fisting in it and yanking her head back, his other reaching around to close over her throat again. He slammed into her, taking what he wanted and not gently at all.
Hannah braced herself as she heard the unzip of his pants. Her hands grasped on to the bedsheets lightly and when he thrust in to her she cried out, bunching those sheets up tightly between her fingers. Without a word, she let go of the bed with her right hand, grasping at his arm when it went to her neck. The force he put in to her really hurt and there was a split second where her brain kicked in and wondered why she had let it get to the point it was.
She let go and then moved her hand to try and push his hips back a bit, struggling between the pain and intensity of the moment. Everything she had went in to struggling against him, her eyes forgetting where she was and simply looking up in to grey skies and trees as her head pulled back. It was almost like the first time.
Her thighs tightened, in turn clenching around him as he violently slammed into her. In an attempt to free her hair, Hannah let go of the sheets with her other hand, full weight of her upper body pulling against it. She cried out again, reaching to where his hand was and clawing at it. It was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to just be taken and she got it, though her cracked mind told her otherwise. The panic in her was real, those old memories fooling her in to being somewhere else entirely.
Most of Ryan was intensely caught up in the moment. A small part of his brain worried that the admins would take this the wrong way, that no one would realize she had asked for it. Literally, even. But that was distant for now. There was no mistaking how she had positioned herself for him, the fucking demented slut.
He shook her lightly, slamming deeper into her. "You asked for it, little girl. Fucking little tease, trying to go back on it now. Too late," he growled in her ear, yanking her head up higher so he could do so.
Her very real seeming struggles- he thought perhaps they were real- just added to the experience for him. He let go of her hair suddenly and grabbed one wrist, yanking her arm around and twisting it behind her, forcing her to bend more forward into the bed, fucking her into the side of it. His other hand tightened experimentally around her throat, not really hard enough to bruise but enough to restrict her air a little.
That part was relatively new to him. He had only ever choked Sydney and later, just a little, Sydney's sister. There was something about it, though - perhaps from the memory of how Sydney had looked in the moment.
Struggling to breathe between painful moans and the general struggle of her body, Hannah lifted one of her legs, slamming it hard in to the floor. It only made a loud smacking sound, her foot now pulsing with its own pain. It was hardly a match for the pull of her shoulder when he swung it around behind her.
"I'm gonna scream!" she exclaimed, warning him for both their sakes. Whether she meant it make him stop or not, there was a point they had entered where turning back now was just not an option. She knew that, too. He would have to either let her go or make sure no one heard her. It was exactly what she had said the first time and she knew exactly what it had gotten her. Part of her knew that through all her personal confusion, that scream would definitely be for the immense pain she felt between her legs. After years of abuse there was no way even the gentlest of sex would not hurt her. Now was just excruciating and all the same it was exhilarating.
"You stay quiet," he hissed into her ear. No fucking way was he dealing with anyone rushing in here and drawing only partially correct conclusions and getting his ass into even more trouble. This better not do that, not when she started it. "You get me into trouble and I will kill you before they get to me."
He shifted, lifting the arm of the hand on her neck to cover her mouth. "You bite me and I will wring your damned neck, you little Bitch," he told her. His hand pressed tightly over her mouth. "Nod if you understand me," he ordered, frustrated and wanting to take it out on her. Next time he would make sure she would stay quiet, even if he did like to hear screams and sobs.
He had to release her wrist, but his hand didn't stay idle, moving over her to twist a nipple harshly, to move roughly over her sex, forcing her to take him despite her obvious pain. He wanted to know what had been done to her, a morbid curiosity, but more than anything right now he wanted to make her squirm as he found his own pleasure. "You asked for this, little girl."
Hannah was almost tempted to really bite in to him, test his boundaries and see how far he really would go. She almost even did, had it not been for the intense pain that swelled as he became more rough with her. Each of her toes curled tightly and when she couldn't take it any more, Hannah quickly placed a hand over his, pressing it harder on to her mouth. She screamed in to it, a quiet but high pitched sound escaping. Though he said he'd straight up kill her for screaming, she didn't think helping keep it quiet really meant the same thing.
Her left knee lifted an inch and then hit back down to the ground, her insides feeling as though they were being scraped against sandpaper. A new moistness began coming from between her legs, but it was clearly a different substance mixed with the general wetness from earlier. Her heart raced harder than it had in years. It had been a long time since things were that intense. Even if those last years were still under a forced captivity.
She keened behind his hand, and he nipped her shoulder and went so far as to sooth the spot with his tongue, a reward for at least trying to help keep it quiet. "Keep it quiet like that, yes, what a good little girl," he told her, hips twist slightly.
He panted harshly, sensing a difference. Blood usually wasn't his goal, but the struggle that caused it made him hot and bothered. She wouldn't be one of the ones he could force to come too, he thought, but that didn't really matter. Just the taking and this struggle was brilliant for him. He could tell he was getting close, and he let the hand not on her mouth move up to caress her throat contemplatively almost, grunting as he thrust
Trembling as she tightened her eyes shut, Hannah braced herself for whatever was coming next. If he hadn't had that hand over her mouth they both would have been outed immediately. There was no way the amount of screaming and crying she was doing underneath it could have kept their privacy for very long. The sensation on her shoulder for the moment distracted the pain from her lower half and her throat tingled as he touched it.
A small cry began as he continued through the blood. She wanted it to stop just as much as she wanted it to continue. For that very moment, she felt as though she were home. Regardless of where she was, even back with her family, she never thought she would ever feel that again. For all it was worth, it was the most valuable feeling in the world.
Urging him on, regardless of her reactions, Hannah attempted a small nod and sealed the deal without a single word.
Ryan's hips jerked hard and quick, his teeth sinking into her shoulder to muffle himself even as he kept a tight grip on her. He'd always had trouble keeping from biting, and he didn't want to worry about it here and now.
He shuddered and came hard, shout muted against her shoulder like her screams were against his hand. God it felt good despite all his encounters lately. It was as close to his old ways as he could get without actually ambushing someone in his normal style.
He pressed his lips to her neck, fingers gentling faintly on her lips. "Not gonna scream anymore?" He drawled almost lazily, not bothering to hide his accent because she already knew exactly who he was, though he had unconsciously done so while they were in the middle of things earlier.
Another scream escaped, though concealed still by the hand over her mouth. Hannah's hands tightened in to fists, her nails sinking in to the skin of he palms as he finished. With extremely heavy and spaced breaths, Hannah said nothing for a good while. Everything between her legs ached and that bite on her shoulder stung as though bit by a wasp.
Once she collected her bearings, she managed to shake her head ever so slightly. Her body shook still, vision lost in fractions of memories. He was exactly what she had expected, hoped even. Her sense of reasoning tried to tell her to run away and never return but aside from her shakes, she remained still in her place while he was on top of her.
Ryan pulled out of her, a hand smoothing over her back almost gently, fingers tracing a few of the marks. He wondered if she would tell him about them, if he made her. There were a lot of things he would like to make her do. "Good girl," he murmured.
He looked down and saw the blood on himself and grimaced faintly. Not the first time, but still not his favorite thing, though her pained struggles had been exhilarating. The powerful feeling he was left with filled him still, and he felt closer to normal than usual. Susanna was better in bed, but she was, at the end of the day, willing, and Hannah had only been partly so.
"I should clean you up," he said, letting go of her completely though he kept a keen eye on her. Cleaning had always been a part of his way of doing things, started at first out of careful avoidance of evidence and later becoming as much a part of his doing what he wanted and invading another aspect of the woman's life that he didn't think twice about doing it.
Shifting finally when he was off her, Hannah pushed herself upwards in an attempt to come to a sitting position. Her right arm bent under her weight, feeling too weak to finish the job. After a second attempt, she came up off the bed and turned around. Though she had planned to sit, her lower half hurt against the bed and she whimpered softly.
She watched him as he moved away from her, simply succumbing to her natural instinct of obedience. When he made the statement of cleaning her up, Hannah really realized what she had done... what she let him do. It sickened her as much as it relieved her. "Okay," she responded, wiping her forehead with the back of her left hand. The sweat of their actions was still warm upon her. "I should leave right away."
He was almost gentle as he took her elbow and levered her up. It wasn't remorse, no. He didn't feel sorry for what he'd done. He wasn't even particularly worried since she had asked for it. It just tended to be his way at this point, if he were in his normal routine. He navigated them to the bathroom and started to clean her up.
"Don't you dare try to get me in trouble for this," he warned her sternly as he crouched beside her, wash cloth in hand. "You asked for it." She had given herself and him no choice about it, though he wasn't complaining. He would make her suffer for it if she did, before they came for him.
It might have been strange to be coddled by such a predator, but the entire scene was all too familiar. "I've been raped before," she managed to spit out, "You think I don't know what I got in to?" Her eyes were dead, simply going through the motions she knew how. They were the only ones she knew.
Every time he moved that cloth, she grimaced. She would be limping for a while, but she knew how to conceal it well. The only thing that concerned her was that bite mark in her shoulder. If he didn't want to be caught then he should have planned that better. He was seemingly out of practice, she thought. It almost disappointed her.
"Just making sure," he said with a sharp smile. Ryan wasn't about to let her go without giving her that warning, not in this place. He pulled her closer to him, nipping her ear just hard enough to smart. "Besides, you wanted it. You could have run away." Little crazy bitch.
He cleaned her with an eye to thoroughness. He didn't think she would bleed too badly, so nothing she would go to the doctor with, he thought. Though the bite would bruise, he had placed it where clothes would hide it so long as she didn't go around in a tank top. He cleaned off as well, though there would be yet another shower later. "Get your clothes on, little girl," he told her.
Doing as she was told, Hannah managed to wander over to where her shit had been laying. Her skirt was easily fixed and after slipping back on the bra and top, she looked down at the broken fabric of the underwear. She hesitated briefly, picking it up while keeping her eyes fixed on it. After a moment of consideration, she looked back over to Ryan, tossing it towards him. "Keep it," she suggested, figuring if he was anything like she suspected, then he would probably get off on the reminder of what they had done.
Ryan caught the tossed scrap easily, putting it for now on the dresser. He would probably get rid of it in short order, not because he didn't enjoy the memory but because he had a long ingrained habit of leaving no incriminating evidence in his rooms. He had been very careful, so very careful, ever since he had found these urges in himself growing up. He might be a little behind on his care, but he was getting there now that he wasn't in a prison that didn't give a shit about what he did.
"I will be seeing you," Ryan told her. His tone was casual but the way he watched her was still like a predator. He would find her again, though he suspected she would probably put herself in his path again. He would enjoy it.
Her exhale was heavy when he spoke. Even as she turned, Hannah could feel his eyes watching her. She had told herself just to leave without saying anything but as she opened the door, she paused. Standing with the door cracked, she turned her head very slightly. "My door will be unlocked. Uninvited or not, at least you know," she said flatly, before opening it proper and exiting his room with a very subtle limp in her walk.
He smirked faintly even though she couldn't see. She might say he was not invited, but she wouldn't have mentioned it at all if she didn't mean for him to slip into her room and have his way at some point. She was so cracked. But even broken toys could be fun.
Ryan slipped out to watch her go, a contemplative look on his face, before he closed and locked the door this time and went to eat. He was really hungry. At least sandwiches didn't get cold.