I'll Paint You Wings, and I'll Set You Free
“I want you to paint for me.”
When Jack opened his eyes, he couldn’t see. He didn’t take his contacts out so... His hand found a pair of glasses on the bedstand. They were, of course, his. Once they were on, he saw Faida putting her clothes back on. Before she put the last piece of her clothes on, her shirt, he noticed that she had two long scars on her back. What could they be from? Perhaps they held a clue to what she really was.
She has to be some kind of monster. Maybe she’s some kind of demon.
“You aren’t going to figure out what I am if you just think that I’m some kind of monster,” she said without turning around. “How do you know that I’m not some kind of creature that is normally kind?” She turned around to face him. “How do you know that I’m really not just some girl that was born sweet but later broken?”
“Is that why the scars are there?”
Faida didn’t reply to that. She just walked out of the room, but before doing so she said, “I used my powers to take your contacts out and bring your glasses here.” Jack looked down at his body to find that he was wearing clothes again. Faida must have put them on him while he was still asleep and probably around the same time that she got his glasses. He was pretty wore out after that orgasm. That was probably one of the biggest that he had had. Jack never thought that that would be even possible under these circumstances.
The look in her eyes from just now started to come into his head. They looked pained. Could a girl like her really have gone through what it looked like she did? Just thinking about it made him feel miserable and guilty. Maybe he shouldn’t have thought that she was some kind of monster. Maybe she really was just some kind and sweet girl that was broken. The looks in her eyes pretty much proved that.
Questions now came into his head. What had happened to cause her so much pain? Did it have something to do with this Alvah character that she mentioned earlier? Why did she have those scars on her back? Did he cause them? What is she really?
The door opened, and Faida walked back in with two mugs. Once the smell of it hit Jack’s nose, he knew that it was hot chocolate. Why would she give him hot chocolate though? She set the cups down before unlocking the Jack’s restraints. Why was she doing this? Faida picked the two cups back up and handed one to him. He looked inside. It looked like normal hot choco.
“You don’t have to worry. It’s not like I poisoned it,” she murmured before taking a sip. Jack hesitated but eventually took a sip after blowing on it. It tasted normal too. “You can stay untied if you promise to behave. This room is your’s. You can do whatever in it, but you can’t leave. Trust me. I’ll know if you even think about it. That’s another thing that I can do.”
“Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”
“I just... I don’t know. I’m not as mean as you think I am. That’s my answer. Besides, if you were tied up, you wouldn’t be able to do the other thing that I want you to do besides have sex with me.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to paint for me.”
Jack chuckled. “I’m not much of an artist.”
“You are now.” She placed her free hand on his right hand and mouthed words that seemed like they were from another language. “There. I gave you the ability to paint. Well, not just the ability to paint. I also gave you a power as well.”
“What power?”
“Whatever you paint comes true, well, as long as I approve.”
“Why did you give me that?”
“I said that I was a creative type person. I love art. Art to me like music and fans to you guys. I’m drawn to all forms of art. That’s why I want you to paint for me. I need to have art in my life, and I would love to see someone else’s besides my own.” Faida downed the rest of her hot chocolate and stood up. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go and make us dinner considering it’s about that time now. We slept most of the day. While I do that, you can paint a picture for me. There is an easel, canvases, paint, and brushes in the closet.” With that, the girl walked out of the room again.
I better do what she says.
Jack made his way over to the closet. Sure enough, inside was the tools that he would need to create what he was told. The first thing that he brought out was the easel, which he put in the corner of the room away from the door and bed. Next, Jack brought out a canvas and set it on the easel in a landscape position. Finally, he brought out a couple of brushes and all the paint that he thought he would need.
Paint was squirted from tubes onto a palette. They were then put onto a paintbrush that applied them to the canvas. Slowly the image in Jack’s head came to life. At first, he wasn’t sure what to paint. When he grabbed the paints out of the closet, a picture started to appear in his head. He had never had this happen before, but he assumed that he had something to do with the ability that was bestowed upon him. This power was actually greater than he thought it would be. It didn’t entirely look like what was in his head now, but he knew that when it was done, it would look exactly the same.
The picture in his mind was an image of his best friends and him performing a show. Alex’s eyes were closed as he concentrated on the lyrics of the song. Zack had a smile in his face as his fingers played the strings of his pink bass. Rian was about to hit the next drumhead. Finally, on the left of the canvas, Jack was in the middle of one of his jumps.
~
Faida’s thoughts weren’t on the pot of water and spaghetti that she was stirring. They were on the picture that Jack was painting. She wanted to allow it to come true, but she couldn’t. If it came true, Jack wouldn’t be hers. She would be all alone again. Although she always denied it, that really was the real reason why she kidnapped the man in the other room.
She had been alone for hundreds of years. Not a day passed that she wished that she would breathe her last breath. If she was dead, at least she wouldn’t be alone anymore. Faida would be with her mother. Her mother would be there for her even though she had never met the woman. The broken girl couldn’t kill herself though. Alvah prevented her from doing that. As long as he had control of her, she would be alone. That was why she did the unthinkable and kidnapped the man that she found so attractive. The loneliness had driven her to do the crime.
~
Jack had completed about half the work that needed to be done on the canvas when Faida came back into the room with two plates of butter and garlic covered spaghetti. She sat down on the bed, and he came over to sit with her and took one of the plates. Jack started to devour the food. Why wouldn’t he? He hadn’t eaten all day. Faida had only taken three bites by the time that Jack was done eating. He licked the plate and then set it down on the bedstand.
“That was really good,” he told Faida.
“You were able to taste that even though you ate it that fast?” she laughed. Her laugh made Jack smile. It was absolutely adorable.
Don’t think of her like that. She kidnapped you for crying out loud!
Faida frowned and looked away from him. She knew it was wrong, but she had read his thoughts. She hated that he had to stop himself from thinking about her in that way because of what she had done. It made her almost regret what she had done. Almost.
To make things less awkward, Faida looked over at the painting in the corner of the room and decided to comment on it. “It’s looking good so far.”
“Thanks.”
“You guys are really good by the way. Although, I still don’t think you’re as good as Blink.”
Jack was shocked. “You like Blink?”
She nodded. “They’re one of my favorite bands. Maybe one of these days, I’ll sing you one of their songs.” She took another bite of her pasta. “I actually like all kinds of music. I just have to like the singers voice. The only things that I hate all of are country and rap. I even like classical and opera. Of course, why wouldn’t I? When I was young, that’s all there was.”
“That makes sense.”
“I bet you don’t know who my favorite female singer is. Have you ever heard of Utada?”
“No.”
“I figured. Most Americans only know her for being the girl that songs are in Kingdom Hearts. You probably wouldn’t like her. I also doubt you know who my favorite male singer is. His name is Shawn Milke.”
“Never heard of him.”
“I figured. He’s in a band called Alesana. They are my favorite band. He’s also in a band with his sister. It’s called Tempting Paris. I’m definitely going to play some Alesana for you later. You’re not going to like it, but it doesn’t matter. They are amazing, and you don’t have the power to not listen to them.”
Jack frowned at this. “That reminds me. I don’t have any power. I almost forgot because you were actually being nice to me.”
Faida quickly finished the last of her spaghetti and set the plate on top of Jack’s. As she did this, she finally looked at Jack’s face and noticed that he had some butter on the corner of his mouth. “You have some butter on your lip. Let me get it for you.” She licked it up. “I’m in the mood for some more fun. Aren’t you?”
“Truthfully, no, but I don’t have any say.”
“That’s right. Now, take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Jack sighed before doing what he was told. As soon as he was on the bed, Faida took his wrists and had them restrained again. “Sorry about that. I just find it so hot when you can’t do anything.” She shed her clothes, and then the previous events took place again.
She has to be some kind of monster. Maybe she’s some kind of demon.
“You aren’t going to figure out what I am if you just think that I’m some kind of monster,” she said without turning around. “How do you know that I’m not some kind of creature that is normally kind?” She turned around to face him. “How do you know that I’m really not just some girl that was born sweet but later broken?”
“Is that why the scars are there?”
Faida didn’t reply to that. She just walked out of the room, but before doing so she said, “I used my powers to take your contacts out and bring your glasses here.” Jack looked down at his body to find that he was wearing clothes again. Faida must have put them on him while he was still asleep and probably around the same time that she got his glasses. He was pretty wore out after that orgasm. That was probably one of the biggest that he had had. Jack never thought that that would be even possible under these circumstances.
The look in her eyes from just now started to come into his head. They looked pained. Could a girl like her really have gone through what it looked like she did? Just thinking about it made him feel miserable and guilty. Maybe he shouldn’t have thought that she was some kind of monster. Maybe she really was just some kind and sweet girl that was broken. The looks in her eyes pretty much proved that.
Questions now came into his head. What had happened to cause her so much pain? Did it have something to do with this Alvah character that she mentioned earlier? Why did she have those scars on her back? Did he cause them? What is she really?
The door opened, and Faida walked back in with two mugs. Once the smell of it hit Jack’s nose, he knew that it was hot chocolate. Why would she give him hot chocolate though? She set the cups down before unlocking the Jack’s restraints. Why was she doing this? Faida picked the two cups back up and handed one to him. He looked inside. It looked like normal hot choco.
“You don’t have to worry. It’s not like I poisoned it,” she murmured before taking a sip. Jack hesitated but eventually took a sip after blowing on it. It tasted normal too. “You can stay untied if you promise to behave. This room is your’s. You can do whatever in it, but you can’t leave. Trust me. I’ll know if you even think about it. That’s another thing that I can do.”
“Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”
“I just... I don’t know. I’m not as mean as you think I am. That’s my answer. Besides, if you were tied up, you wouldn’t be able to do the other thing that I want you to do besides have sex with me.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to paint for me.”
Jack chuckled. “I’m not much of an artist.”
“You are now.” She placed her free hand on his right hand and mouthed words that seemed like they were from another language. “There. I gave you the ability to paint. Well, not just the ability to paint. I also gave you a power as well.”
“What power?”
“Whatever you paint comes true, well, as long as I approve.”
“Why did you give me that?”
“I said that I was a creative type person. I love art. Art to me like music and fans to you guys. I’m drawn to all forms of art. That’s why I want you to paint for me. I need to have art in my life, and I would love to see someone else’s besides my own.” Faida downed the rest of her hot chocolate and stood up. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go and make us dinner considering it’s about that time now. We slept most of the day. While I do that, you can paint a picture for me. There is an easel, canvases, paint, and brushes in the closet.” With that, the girl walked out of the room again.
I better do what she says.
Jack made his way over to the closet. Sure enough, inside was the tools that he would need to create what he was told. The first thing that he brought out was the easel, which he put in the corner of the room away from the door and bed. Next, Jack brought out a canvas and set it on the easel in a landscape position. Finally, he brought out a couple of brushes and all the paint that he thought he would need.
Paint was squirted from tubes onto a palette. They were then put onto a paintbrush that applied them to the canvas. Slowly the image in Jack’s head came to life. At first, he wasn’t sure what to paint. When he grabbed the paints out of the closet, a picture started to appear in his head. He had never had this happen before, but he assumed that he had something to do with the ability that was bestowed upon him. This power was actually greater than he thought it would be. It didn’t entirely look like what was in his head now, but he knew that when it was done, it would look exactly the same.
The picture in his mind was an image of his best friends and him performing a show. Alex’s eyes were closed as he concentrated on the lyrics of the song. Zack had a smile in his face as his fingers played the strings of his pink bass. Rian was about to hit the next drumhead. Finally, on the left of the canvas, Jack was in the middle of one of his jumps.
~
Faida’s thoughts weren’t on the pot of water and spaghetti that she was stirring. They were on the picture that Jack was painting. She wanted to allow it to come true, but she couldn’t. If it came true, Jack wouldn’t be hers. She would be all alone again. Although she always denied it, that really was the real reason why she kidnapped the man in the other room.
She had been alone for hundreds of years. Not a day passed that she wished that she would breathe her last breath. If she was dead, at least she wouldn’t be alone anymore. Faida would be with her mother. Her mother would be there for her even though she had never met the woman. The broken girl couldn’t kill herself though. Alvah prevented her from doing that. As long as he had control of her, she would be alone. That was why she did the unthinkable and kidnapped the man that she found so attractive. The loneliness had driven her to do the crime.
~
Jack had completed about half the work that needed to be done on the canvas when Faida came back into the room with two plates of butter and garlic covered spaghetti. She sat down on the bed, and he came over to sit with her and took one of the plates. Jack started to devour the food. Why wouldn’t he? He hadn’t eaten all day. Faida had only taken three bites by the time that Jack was done eating. He licked the plate and then set it down on the bedstand.
“That was really good,” he told Faida.
“You were able to taste that even though you ate it that fast?” she laughed. Her laugh made Jack smile. It was absolutely adorable.
Don’t think of her like that. She kidnapped you for crying out loud!
Faida frowned and looked away from him. She knew it was wrong, but she had read his thoughts. She hated that he had to stop himself from thinking about her in that way because of what she had done. It made her almost regret what she had done. Almost.
To make things less awkward, Faida looked over at the painting in the corner of the room and decided to comment on it. “It’s looking good so far.”
“Thanks.”
“You guys are really good by the way. Although, I still don’t think you’re as good as Blink.”
Jack was shocked. “You like Blink?”
She nodded. “They’re one of my favorite bands. Maybe one of these days, I’ll sing you one of their songs.” She took another bite of her pasta. “I actually like all kinds of music. I just have to like the singers voice. The only things that I hate all of are country and rap. I even like classical and opera. Of course, why wouldn’t I? When I was young, that’s all there was.”
“That makes sense.”
“I bet you don’t know who my favorite female singer is. Have you ever heard of Utada?”
“No.”
“I figured. Most Americans only know her for being the girl that songs are in Kingdom Hearts. You probably wouldn’t like her. I also doubt you know who my favorite male singer is. His name is Shawn Milke.”
“Never heard of him.”
“I figured. He’s in a band called Alesana. They are my favorite band. He’s also in a band with his sister. It’s called Tempting Paris. I’m definitely going to play some Alesana for you later. You’re not going to like it, but it doesn’t matter. They are amazing, and you don’t have the power to not listen to them.”
Jack frowned at this. “That reminds me. I don’t have any power. I almost forgot because you were actually being nice to me.”
Faida quickly finished the last of her spaghetti and set the plate on top of Jack’s. As she did this, she finally looked at Jack’s face and noticed that he had some butter on the corner of his mouth. “You have some butter on your lip. Let me get it for you.” She licked it up. “I’m in the mood for some more fun. Aren’t you?”
“Truthfully, no, but I don’t have any say.”
“That’s right. Now, take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.” Jack sighed before doing what he was told. As soon as he was on the bed, Faida took his wrists and had them restrained again. “Sorry about that. I just find it so hot when you can’t do anything.” She shed her clothes, and then the previous events took place again.
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I was going to put this up the other day, but my internet wasn't working right. :( It made me sad. I'm home now, and my internet is back to normal. As you can see I just HAD to mention Utada, Alesana, Tempting Paris, and Shawn. That just proves that I base my characters off of myself. What? Yeah, I would like to kidnap him and have him as a sex slave...... I might just tell Shawn that I mentioned him because I get to Skype with him next month! Hell yeah!Anyway....time for thank yous....
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I will if I can come up with something for them or their daugther like my sister told me too. I do have an idea for a story that you might like since you liked this. Of course, I want that one to be longer. It will be a super power one isn't of supernatural, but I feel that if you like the story line in this you might like that one because I feel like they are closer than my other stories. I just need to come up with her powers and one of her sisters powers because I've only thought of one.
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