Who: Iris Travers and Kellan (NPC) When: Tuesday, June 5, 2004 - morning Where: Travers Estate - broomshed What: Making progress Warnings: Mentions of domestic and sexual violence
It had come to her some time ago, a way to bring Kellan closer, but she had to lay the foundation first. Sebastian was the beast of both their nightmares, or at least he thought so. In reality, she and her husband had never been closer. Their shared joy in tormenting their pet had cemented their already strong bond.
It had become a ritual for them. A few nights a week, Sebastian and Iris would make their way to the broomshed. While she watched from the anteroom they'd set up, Sebastian would do the more horrible things to Kellan. Beating, bleeding, unforgivables, it was magical. By the time he was done, Sebastian was hard as a rock and Iris was dripping with need for him.
They would fuck in the anteroom while Kellan writhed in pain in his silent chamber. Then when they were satisfied he'd had enough, the positions would shift. Sebastian would watch while Iris tended the young man's wounds, helping him into bed while she cooed and comforted him, telling him she understood, that the same happened to her but worse, as she was also subjected to the demon's cock as well. He moaned in pain and accepted the potions she brought him, drifting off to sleep as she stroked his hair.
This had gone on for weeks. Iris also paid him visits each day, but much less fun ones, she thought. Necessary, though, to build the bond between them so she could eventually have her way. She brought him food, water, and books to fill his time. They would chat during her visits, and over time he stopped begging to be released. They'd broken him, or were close to it at last. It was finally time to put a plan in motion, to begin the physical relationship that would open doors to so much more.
Sebastian knew she'd been supplying the boy with books, of course, but he didn't know that. Until her darling husband went in one evening, bellowing at him that his favorite book was missing, and he knew his slut of a wife had taken it. After his typical beating, Sebastian tossed the room, finding the book hidden under the meager mattress, exactly where Iris told him it would be. Iris didn't go to Kellan that night.
The next morning, she brought him breakfast, with her head down, her feet shuffling slightly.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to come last night," she said, her voice shaking. "My husband..."
"He knew about the book," Kellan nodded. The room, what little there was in it stood in shambles around them, but he'd placed the mattress back when he was able to move again, and was sitting on the side.
"It was stupid of me," she said, setting the tray down on the floor, still not lifting her head to face him, though she didn't need to to give him a taste of what he would find. The sleeves on her dress rode up as she bent, revealing perfect finger shaped bruises on her wrists. "I didn't think he would notice. He was so angry."
Catching sight of the bruises, knowing exactly where they came from, Kellan pushed his aching frame off the bed and took the few steps he needed to take to get to her. "Iris, look at me."
She sighed, hesitating for just a moment before lifting her face to him. While there were no bruises on her face, marks to match those on her wrists could be seen on her neck. He didn't have to ask how they'd gotten there. "I should have hidden the book better," he said, anger in his voice. "Then that monster wouldn't have done this to you."
Iris shook her head and moved away from him, going to sit on the bed. Yes, the bruises looks awful, and they were tender to the touch, but getting them had been so much fun, a night between the married couple she wasn't likely to forget any time soon. But she had to play her part, the meek, trapped woman, unable to break free of the terrible man she was bound to.
"No," she told him. "This isn't your fault. I know how he is. I shouldn't have tempted fate. I know what he's capable of."
His brow furrowing, Kellan came to her side. "I'm sorry," he said, brushing her long hair back off her shoulder.
Iris held in her smirk. It was hard, but she was very much in character. "Don't apologize," she said, turning her face to his, her eyes glistening with tears. "You've gotten so much worse these past weeks. I just wish I could help more. That I could take you away from this place."
"I know," he said, edging closer to her to put his arm around her, soothing her crocodile tears. "You've done so much for me already. I don't think I'd have survived this long if it weren't for you."
Leaning into his touch, Iris laid her head on his shoulder, pressing against him. "You're a bright spot in my day," she murmured. "Someone I can talk to, someone who understands."
"You are the only good thing about this place," he said softly in return. Then, all her hard work paid off. Kellan lifted her head off his shoulder, his finger under her chin, and pressed his lips to hers. She stiffened, playing her part, before giving in and allowing her lips to move against his for a moment before pulling back.
"I need to go," she said. "I'll try to come back tonight."
"Did I do something wrong?" Kellan asked, a twinge of fear in his eyes, like Sebastian might pop in at any moment and punish him for his indiscretion.
Iris gave him a relieved smile and shook her head. "Absolutely not," she said, leaning in to press another kiss to his lips. "You've done nothing wrong. But I do need to go. Appearances must be upheld. I'll be back my darling."
She stood then, and left him quickly, leaning her back against the door after it shut behind her. "So," she said, her expression instantly changing, her wicked smile returning as he looked at her husband, who was sitting on the small sofa in the small anteroom. "How was that?"