... (cruelwanting) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-30 03:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-16-2017, bobby, bobby and kenzie, kenzie |
Dirty
Who: Kenzie and Bobby
When: late morning
Where: The basement
When Kenzie woke up, it took her a few seconds to remember where she was, and what had happened. Bobby the vampire, with that crazy fucking whore he called Mother. He had wanted to ‘keep her’, and then his mother had started choking Kenzie and now… looking around, Kenzie figured she was in their basement. Or a basement. And her hands were tight and secure. Despite the soreness of her throat, Kenzie didn’t panic. No. She could get out of this for sure. There was no way she was letting psycho bitch and her bloodsucking twat of a son kill her down here. Kenzie breathed in deeply, craving nicotine. Craving violence. There were so many things she wanted to do to those two that the morbid images in her mind were a comfort to her. Maybe she would get a chance. Maybe Lance was looking for her by now, if he was realizing she hadn’t come home. Although that wasn’t terribly unusual… but still, he knew she would have checked in someway.
For a second, Kenzie thought about screaming more obscenities until one of them came downstairs. But she decided to try another tactic. Kenzie tried to move some, wanting to get comfortable. She could be patient enough. With any luck, Bobby would come down before his stupid ass twat of a mother and then maybe Kenzie could get him to untie her. So Kenzie continued to breathe in and out, trying hard to ignore the restlessness gnawing at her. If she was going to survive this, she was going to have to stifle her rage all over again.
Bobby had been pacing outside the basement door for several minutes before he hesitantly laid a hand on the doorknob to open it. Mother had been so upset about Kenzie’s presence here, but the girl was like a guilty pleasure to him; she was so pretty and her skin so soft, drinking from her when he had on the bed had been amazing. Not quite as satisfying as drinking from Mother, but enjoyable enough that he didn’t want to get rid of the girl yet. He took the steps downstairs slowly, hands in his pockets as he reached the floor and looked over to where she was. She was awake. His expression was blank, his eyes rather cold as his gaze worked over her. “You’re up.” That was all he said, his mind ticking to the fact she might need food and water after his mother strangling her unconscious.
Kenzie's gaze snapped to the stairs when she heard footsteps. She kept her expression calm, almost indifferent, when Bobby appeared. Her first, instinctive reaction was to scream and kick and call him every dirty name she knew. But she swallowed down the anger and instead stared at him. When he spoke, Kenzie's lips twitched into a smile. "Yeah." She had to pause, because her voice was hoarse from where his mother had choked her. Kenzie cleared her throat before continuing, "Your bed is a hell of a lot more comfortable than being down here, though."
Bobby nodded, finding it obvious that his bed would be more comfortable than a basement floor. He thought just about anybody’s bed would be more comfortable than this. “You probably want me to let you go, right?” He took a few slow steps towards her until he was a few feet away, crouching so that he could be eye level with her. “You should know that’s not going to happen.” He reached out his hand to run along her arm, taking in the soft feel of her skin. The pulse of her blood was like a drug, just beckoning him to pounce on her and drain her dry.
"Yeah, I figured as much," Kenzie said dryly, wishing she could bend over and sink her teeth into his arm. Maybe she could kick him in the nutsack, make him feel a little bit of pain before he killed her, or did whatever he planned to do. She studied his face, trying to figure out if she had ever seen him before. He didn't look familiar to her. Neither had his mother. "I've had boys like me before," Kenzie said, smirking again as amusement laced her tone. "I've even had boys tie me up for fun. Never had one try to keep me before. You know I'm not a dog, right? I could find one for you, though, if you want a pet that badly."
Bobby’s expression contorted into one of distaste, his hand tightening around her wrist to pull her arm forward towards him more. “A pet would taste like shit and animal food.” He squeezed harder at her wrist, enjoying the pressure of her skin, muscles, and bones beneath his grip; it even evoked a small smile in him, releasing it to see if she had begun to bruise yet with his hand print. “I can’t keep you. I would if Mother liked you, but she doesn’t.. she thinks you’re dirty.” He spoke like this was a casual conversation, like she would understand and be fine with the fact he was saying he would have to get rid of her at some point.
Kenzie grit her teeth hard when he tightened his grip on her. The pain shot through her wrist and up her arm. A small sound of pain formed in her throat, but she refused to let it slip past her lips. Instead, she stared at him, her muscles tensing at how close he was to her. Arching a dark brow when he mentioned his mother thinking she was dirty, Kenzie felt her heart start to beat faster as her lips curved. Your mother can go suck a big bag of dicks, she thought pleasantly, wishing she could say it out loud without risking getting her neck snapped. "Why does she think I'm dirty?" Kenzie asked instead, perfectly okay with the casualness of this conversation. She felt like she had to talk to him like this, like she wasn't tied up in his basement with a potential messy end coming to her. If she flipped, death might come sooner. If she stalled, maybe Lance would find her.
Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “Does it matter? You can’t stay here long.” He moved to Kenzie’s leg, tempted to rip her pants off of her.. but if mother walked in on that, that would be bad. He licked his lips, inching closer to her again while being hyper aware that she could snap at any moment. Some people cooperated, some people didn’t; he preferred when they struggled, although she had proved him wrong that he enjoyed some form of cooperation to a degree. He reached his hand out again to take hold of the arm he had squeezed, his fangs dropping with excitement. “I didn’t get to taste much of you, but.. you’re delicious.” He paused, thoughtfully. “I don’t think you’re dirty. But you did say disgusting things to Mother. I guess that does make you dirty.” He narrowed his eyes at her.
Kenzie bit at her lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, but not quite. She hated having his hands on her. Hated having him so close to her. Funny how only a few hours before she had been so willing to have sex with him. Kenzie glanced down at Bobby's hand on her arm before her gaze ticked to his face. She did her best to ignore the fangs. "Your mother called me a whore," Kenzie pointed out calmly. "That's a disgusting thing to say too." Then she leaned in toward him, her voice lowering to something soft and sultry. "I thought we were having fun... when you bit me, it felt so good. I couldn't wait to have you inside of me. And then she had to interrupt us. I would have let you do anything you wanted to me. It doesn't seem fair that she was allowed to ruin it for you."
“No.” Bobby responded quickly with a shake of his head. “Mother didn’t say anything disgusting, don’t you start telling lies.” His hand went around her neck, squeezing as he pushed her head back from him. Had she not brought Mother into this, he may have been distracted more by the recollection of how good it had felt to feel her against him and to bite her on her thigh, but her words against his mother distracted him more than anything. He brought her wrist up to his mouth, biting into it roughly before he dragged his fangs upwards slightly without removing them from her skin. He sucked at the gash hard, not giving her much of an option to retract the limb from him.
Kenzie was about to tell him just how disgusting she thought his mother was, but then he had his hand around her neck, pushing her away. Before she could spit obscenity at him, Bobby was biting her. She cried out loudly, trying to yank her arm from his grip, but he was too strong. The pain was a very different contrast from how good it had felt when he bit her thigh. Probably because she didn't want it this time. Clenching her teeth together to try and stifle the noises she made, Kenzie opened her eyes to look down at what he was doing. "Stop," she demanded between pants, once she was able to find her voice. It wasn't as strong as she would have liked, but Kenzie couldn't do much about it. Not when he had torn through her flesh that way.
Bobby continued to drink from Kenzie, enjoying her reaction. He pulled his head up, watching the blood pool from the wound he had inflicted with his teeth. Blood always fascinated him, but now it was almost like his god. He dreamt about it, fantasized about it, craved it, he would bathe in it if he had the choice. He relinquished her wrist from his grip, but took hold of her by the back of her neck. He pulled for her to come closer to him, licking her blood off his lips.
There was a brief moment where Kenzie felt dizzy, the pain was so unbearable. Her arm was burning, blood dripping from the wound he had created. Kenzie stared as it began to ooze down toward her fingers and for a moment, she began to withdrawal. It was the easiest way to block the pain her father had inflicted upon her day after day. Curl up and just... lock herself away until the beating was over. But Bobby wasn't her father, and Kenzie wasn't the same girl she had been back then. She fought back now, if someone tried to hurt her. When Bobby grabbed her neck, Kenzie felt her chest tighten and fire flashed in her eyes before she resisted. "No," she said, her tone low and dangerous. "Get your hands off of me."
Bobby's nostrils flared when Kenzie said no, pulling harder at her neck. When she didn't budge, he stood to his feet and leaned forward, his hand wrapping around her neck again and squeezing. "I could snap your neck right now if I wanted to." He released her, crouching immediately over her and placing a hand on her legs with some pressure. He didn't need her trying I'm to kick when he was hovering so vulnerable over her. He pressed his nose to her neck, sniffing her again.
Kenzie glared at him, trying to stifle the sliver of panic when he squeezed her neck. She might have provoked him further and dared him to kill her, but Kenzie had to bite back the urge. She had Lance to think about, and she didn't want to leave him alone. She breathed in deep when Bobby let her go, well aware of the bruises that were likely forming on her skin right now. When he leaned in again, Kenzie lifted her face up and away, closing her eyes. She thought about turning and biting into his ear, maybe trying to rip it off. Instead, Kenzie shivered and released a soft breath. "Are you going to bite me again?" she murmured, letting the image of cutting his dick off calm her. Oh yes, she was going to get out of this. And she was going to make both Bobby and his bitch of a mother pay for it. "You're not man enough to fuck me, right? So the least you could do is make the bite feel good for me. I came home with you... so I deserve that much."
"Shut up." Bobby muttered, lifting his hand to shove against her mouth as he raked his teeth along her skin. He pressed down to puncture her neck, drinking hungrily as he moved his hand from her mouth to push her head more to the side so he could have better access to her neck. He groaned as he continued to drink, his eyes slipping closed as her fluids danced along his tongue and down his throat. She really did taste wonderful, it was a shame he couldn't keep her indefinitely.
Her shriek was muffled against Bobby's palm, her eyes wide when he sunk his teeth into her. It wasn't like when Mannix did it. There was honestly nothing pleasurable about it. Kenzie jerked against him, trying to move her legs to knee him between the legs. But he was too strong, and the harder she resisted, the more painful his bite became. Finally she stilled, closing her eyes again to shut down until he finished. She realized that trying to goad him into making a mistake wasn't going to work. Which meant she wasn't going to hold back anymore. If he killed her, then he killed her. But at least she would die fighting, or at least pissing him off.
Bobby continued to drink from her neck, not bothering to pay attention to if he was drinking too much or not. He supposed this would be it, even though there was much more he would like to do to her, Mother would be quite displeased if he fulfilled all his desires. So, he settled for the idea of drinking her until there wasn’t a drop left. Afterwards, he could get rid of the body and then things would go back to normal; Mother wouldn’t look so disappointed with him anymore, he hoped. His bite had softened when he thought of his mother, but grew rough again as he came back to reality, to who he was with and the warm liquid that was in his mouth.
Kenzie was starting to realize he wasn't going to stop. She was actually going to die. For a moment, she almost started to laugh. She had survived a lot worse than this, outside of the dome. And now some pansy ass vampire was going to drain her dry. It really wasn't fucking fair. Feeling fainter, Kenzie squeezed her eyes shut tight against the tears that threatened. Even now there was no way she was going to cry. Instead, she began to moan. Softly at first, then louder, despite her lack of energy. Then she reached out for him the best she could with her restraints, the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips as she arched against him. Kenzie had no idea if it would only make him bleed her dry faster, or what, but she realized she wasn't quite ready to die yet. She wasn't actually having an orgasm, but she sure as hell was going to pretend like it, if only for the small chance that it would throw him off enough to want to keep her alive a bit longer. Something had to work. Something.
Bobby had been lost in his own hunger until Kenzie’s moans reached his ears, causing him to snap out of the bloody haze he had fallen into and to wander into a realm of confusion. He retracted his mouth from her neck, pulling back to look at her with a puzzled expression. “What are.. what are you doing?” He didn’t for a second think that this was enjoyable for her, no one had ever acted like his biting them felt good. He almost made a point to ensure it didn’t feel good, yet here she was, acting like she was having the time of her life. He blinked then froze, listening closely as he heard the front door of the house open upstairs. He brought a hand up to wipe the blood from his mouth as best he could, but eyed the fact she was very obviously suffering from several bite wounds. He grunted and lifted his wrist to his mouth, biting himself to draw blood before shoving it against her lips. “Drink this quickly. Now.”
She felt instant relief when Bobby finally pulled away, but that didn't stop the haze that began to fall over her. Kenzie's eyelids were heavy, and she was sure she was going to pass out. Maybe die. But she heard his voice, sounding perplexed, and Kenzie forced her eyes to his face, managing to force a small, almost sly smile. There were so many ways to answer his question, but before she could, Bobby was biting himself and forcing the blood to her mouth. Instinctively Kenzie resisted. The smell of blood was already overwhelming and disgusting. For a second, she thought drinking his blood would turn her into a vampire, but Kenzie couldn't think of any reason why Bobby would do that. His mother wouldn't approve. If he was trying to kill her, he could just snap her neck, like he said. Or tear her throat out with his teeth. There was the smallest shred of hope that maybe he was helping her. Mannix was able to heal her wounds with his tongue... maybe there was something to that.
Kenzie brought her gaze to Bobby's eyes and she parted her lips to drink the blood. It tasted repulsive, and she gagged at first, but forced herself to ingest what she could.
Bobby was relieved when Kenzie finally began to drink his blood, pulling his wrist away when he thought she had had enough. He used his sleeve to roughly wipe at her mouth then waited for her wounds to visibly begin healing before he began roughly wiping at the blood smears there. She wasn’t completely clean of course, but he hoped she wasn’t so visibly dirty that Mother would catch onto the fact that he had been down here drinking from her. He waited until the footsteps disappeared into his mother’s room before standing, taking steps back towards the stairs. “I wasn’t down here. If you tell, I’ll make sure you die slowly.” And he meant that too.
Kenzie could feel some of the pain dull as her wounds healed. Maybe she wasn't going to die just yet after all. She let him wipe her face, scowling briefly at his lack of gentleness. She was exhausted, hungry and sore and wanted to go home now than anything. His threat had Kenzie arching a dark brow briefly. She wanted to point out that he was going to kill her anyway, so who cared if it was slow or fast. Biting her tongue, Kenzie softened her expression, her eyes filling with gratitude. "Thanks... for healing me," she said. "I'm sorry I upset you and your mother. I shouldn't have said those things."
Bobby hesitated, unsure if Kenzie was being genuine. He supposed it didn’t matter either way, it was too little too late for her apology. He continued up the stairs without another word to her, doing his best to keep silent so he could hopefully sneak up the stairs and surprise his mother. He had snuck out right before dawn to pick her some flowers from the nearby field, he thought she’d like the makeshift bouquet he made her rather well. And if she didn’t? Well, maybe he could serve up Kenzie’s head on a platter for her.
Kenzie watched him go. There was not a genuine bone in her body when it came to Bobby. She wanted him to burn in the sunshine. She wanted to choke his mother until her lips turned blue. Honestly, Kenzie wasn't sure if she wanted to scream or laugh. All she was sure of at that moment was that once she got the chance, she was going to make Bobby regret ever offering her his jacket.