Monster In Your Bed
Chapter 2: Tell Me Whats Your Name
-Jaselynn-
Estelle turned me away from the door to enter the code into the lock on the door, her small hand surprisingly strong as it held onto me. When the door swung open she pulled me out with her into the long hall. I’d been figuring my captor was a rich man considering he out bid at least a dozen over men for me but when we exited the room that point was really driven home. Everywhere I looked it seemed was white. Even the hall was completely white, save for the huge windows that were on our opposite wall looking out at a picturesque country side of deep rolling hills and lush green grass. Pillars and picture scenes were sculpted into the walls with fruit and grape vine patterns. My reflection beamed off the glossy white form, showing me the skeletal frame staring back at me. Sunken in eyes that didn’t glitter any longer in a million shades of blue, a too gaunt frame that had ribs sticking out uncharacteristically. The skeleton girl’s long black hair hung thin and oily around her pale, thin face. Her lips were paler than they should have been, and her skin, once a soft Mediterranean tan, was now a chalky light brown. When we got to the white on white on white tiled bathroom I realized the same thing. The girl looking back at me in the wall length mirror was naked, with long lacerations and deep cuts on her pasty skin. Bruises covered every inch of her skin and she looked pathetic. As we stared at each other the familiar stranger began to tear up. Ashamed, I turned away.
The bathtub was a white porcelain tub with clawed feet in gold and a gold shower head that was at least a foot and a half taller than I. Estelle was filling the tub with water that was so hot it had steam rising from it so I let her be. But I made a mental note to watch as she poured a little bit of rose smelling oil into the hot water. “Climb in.” She commanded and wrapped her one hand around my too thin upper arm.
I sank into the boiling water after shaking my arm free from her grip and let the rose smelling warmth encase my all too sore, all too broken muscles. Estelle grabbed a bottle of purplish soap off the counter by the bathtub and squirted a little in her hand. I stared at her, feeling myself trying to relate to her pitiful, maybe even her human, side. There had to be some sort of humanity left in her if she was helping me bathe myself. “What is his first name?” I asked quietly.
Estelle began to massage the soap into my scalp with the pads of her fingers, her chin being the only part of her I was able to see. After what passed as a moment of indecision, where I knew she wouldn’t answer me, she sighed. “Alexander,” Estelle said softly in a voice that was sort of affectionate but mostly annoyed. “His name is Alexander.”
I nodded and played with my fingernails, the soft, wet skin of my hands glistening under the luminescent lights. “Alexander?” I couldn’t help the frown burrowing on my face. It was such a normal name. Such a perfectly normal name for someone so dramatically careless, someone who was so bitterly mean and cruel, someone who could kill someone without a second thought. “He won’t hurt you for telling me, will he?”
Estelle laughed and rinsed the soap out of my hair. “No child; Alexander and I grew up together. He knows I’ll never be unfaithful to him, I wouldn’t risk the last twenty three years of our lives together for a slave.”
I couldn’t help but look at her, tilting my head back to peer. “How old is he?” I was insulted on the slave comment, but more so I was surprised by the twenty three years comment. How old did that make my captor that the two had known each other for twenty three years?
“Twenty six.” Estelle grabbed a loofa and coated it in soap, handing it to me. “Can you wash yourself?”
“I feel weak.” I confessed quietly, tears stinging in my eyes.
“I promise I won’t touch you.” She said uneasily, sitting on her knees.
I closed my eyes and tensed.
-Alex-
“No.” I said briskly, holding the phone to my ear. My head was pounding and the heat wasn’t making me feel any better, it was one of the hottest days of the month, nearing noon, so it was scorching in the entire estate. My office, on the ground floor in the back of the south wing, is a large room with light mahogany walls and flooring, was still probably one of the hottest rooms in the house. All the bay window doors, all five of them opening out to either the lustrous gardens of my back yard (the left three) or to the large swimming pool and patio (the right three), were all open, letting in a light breeze. I had the fans in the glossy tiled ceiling on full blast, and a cold glass of scotch on the desk. The sleeves of my button down were rolled up past my elbows and the collar was unbuttoned, and sweat was still dripping down my neck and beading my forehead. With the heat radiating my body and the fucking idiot on the phone, I was not in a good mood.
“Are you saying you’d rather risk business than be a pa-“
“Listen!” I hollered, slamming my fist down on the surface of my desk. “Shut the hell up! I will handle business in Madrid, but I will NOT have you snarl at me over my own business affairs.” I snapped and hung up, throwing the phone across the room. Its glass shattered as the small thing struck the bookshelf. Groaning, I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my face.
“Alex?”
I looked up to see Estelle poking her head in the door, her face lined with markers of worry. “Yes?” As my best friend, she was the person who helped me run Venusian, the estate my father had left me, and she was the only person I trusted. There had been a time, when I was much younger and my father was still alive, where I saw myself making her my wife one day. I’d never had any particularly gooey feelings for her or anything; she was more a sister to me than anything else. But Estelle was fairly attractive for someone of Lebanese descent and I did need someone to rule by my side when push came to shove. In an act of pure friendliness I always saw us producing an heir to the vast fortunes I would leave behind. And then, one day shortly after my father’s death, in the midst of planning the big, summer season wedding we were going to be participating in, Estelle had come into my office and closed the door, her face raked with tears. Surprised, I’d leaned back in my chair and rubbed my face, wondering what was wrong. She wailed in response and flung herself into my arms. When the crying had subsided I’d still held her close and begged her to tell me what was troubling her so. All the money I was spending on the wedding was; she couldn’t accept my charity. Then she told me what was truly ailing her, and that was that she wasn’t able to marry me. She couldn’t. “Why?” I’d finally asked, looking at her with a sinking in the pit of my stomach. “Because, Alex,” she’d replied tentatively, “I’m a lesbian.” So, long story short my childhood friend and I never married, but she never left either. I was beyond thankful.
“What did the phone do this time?” Estelle laughed dryly and picked up the mangled piece of metal, shaking her head.
“Looked at me funny.” I ran my hand over my face and took a long drink of my scotch, draining the little glass and then swirling the ice around trying to collect any remaining liquid. “What’s the issue Es?”
“The girl,” her voice softened considerably talking about the young lady in the bedchamber upstairs and to the left of us. “You caused a lot of damage Alex.”
“Don’t start with me Es. If you need to take a break, go ahead. I won’t stop you from walking off the land until I’m finished with her.” Speaking of, I stood up and fixed my belt. Just the thought of her was enough to touch me in ways I’d never felt touched before. “I suppose her bath went well if you’re in here with me right now.”
“She fell asleep immediately when I put her in the nightgown you approved. She should be up now if you want to go…visit.” I could feel the disapproval in her face without looking at her, but the grin on my features didn’t subside. “Dinner will be at six tonight.” Es informed me and walked out.
I followed her but jogged up the winding central staircase that leads to the second floor. Her room was silent when I put the number in the keypad and strode in, her body twisted in the albino sheets of her bed as her chest rose and fell in sleep. She was still sweet, still whole. I quickly undid my belt as I approached the bed, thrusting her nightgown up as I climbed on top of her. Her eyes opened slowly, at first the softness in them was suffocating, but when she saw me it shattered her. Sobs began to wrack through her body as I leaned down and grabbed her face, my fingers clutching at her pale, chalky skin. “Shut up.” I growled.
Her sobs just grew worse and worse, shoulders shaking as I slid into her and pumped myself slowly. I pulled out and thrust in deeper, forcing myself into her harder and more sporadic. I pulled out and thrust back in, letting her strangled screams choke my ears. I pulled out right before I got off, spilling all over her sheets and her night gown, I kept jerking, my other hand holding her head so she had to watch. “Eyes on me!” I screamed and pulled on her hair harder, jerking. She screeched in pain and tried to turn away, pissing me off. I pulled her off the bed and kicked her in the stomach, making her gasp in pain and open her mouth. I thrust my shaft into her mouth and started to thrust down her throat. She sobbed and choked, and I just kept going.
The little brunette collapsed when I let her go, sobbing against her knees. I sat down in a chair, the only chair in the room, and watched her shake and cry until the sounds she was making were less than human. “What is your name?” I demanded, standing up.
“Jace…” her voice trembled. I nodded and stood up, walking to the door. “GO to sleep Jace.”
I left to her empty sobs, and I could almost feel myself suffocating.
Estelle turned me away from the door to enter the code into the lock on the door, her small hand surprisingly strong as it held onto me. When the door swung open she pulled me out with her into the long hall. I’d been figuring my captor was a rich man considering he out bid at least a dozen over men for me but when we exited the room that point was really driven home. Everywhere I looked it seemed was white. Even the hall was completely white, save for the huge windows that were on our opposite wall looking out at a picturesque country side of deep rolling hills and lush green grass. Pillars and picture scenes were sculpted into the walls with fruit and grape vine patterns. My reflection beamed off the glossy white form, showing me the skeletal frame staring back at me. Sunken in eyes that didn’t glitter any longer in a million shades of blue, a too gaunt frame that had ribs sticking out uncharacteristically. The skeleton girl’s long black hair hung thin and oily around her pale, thin face. Her lips were paler than they should have been, and her skin, once a soft Mediterranean tan, was now a chalky light brown. When we got to the white on white on white tiled bathroom I realized the same thing. The girl looking back at me in the wall length mirror was naked, with long lacerations and deep cuts on her pasty skin. Bruises covered every inch of her skin and she looked pathetic. As we stared at each other the familiar stranger began to tear up. Ashamed, I turned away.
The bathtub was a white porcelain tub with clawed feet in gold and a gold shower head that was at least a foot and a half taller than I. Estelle was filling the tub with water that was so hot it had steam rising from it so I let her be. But I made a mental note to watch as she poured a little bit of rose smelling oil into the hot water. “Climb in.” She commanded and wrapped her one hand around my too thin upper arm.
I sank into the boiling water after shaking my arm free from her grip and let the rose smelling warmth encase my all too sore, all too broken muscles. Estelle grabbed a bottle of purplish soap off the counter by the bathtub and squirted a little in her hand. I stared at her, feeling myself trying to relate to her pitiful, maybe even her human, side. There had to be some sort of humanity left in her if she was helping me bathe myself. “What is his first name?” I asked quietly.
Estelle began to massage the soap into my scalp with the pads of her fingers, her chin being the only part of her I was able to see. After what passed as a moment of indecision, where I knew she wouldn’t answer me, she sighed. “Alexander,” Estelle said softly in a voice that was sort of affectionate but mostly annoyed. “His name is Alexander.”
I nodded and played with my fingernails, the soft, wet skin of my hands glistening under the luminescent lights. “Alexander?” I couldn’t help the frown burrowing on my face. It was such a normal name. Such a perfectly normal name for someone so dramatically careless, someone who was so bitterly mean and cruel, someone who could kill someone without a second thought. “He won’t hurt you for telling me, will he?”
Estelle laughed and rinsed the soap out of my hair. “No child; Alexander and I grew up together. He knows I’ll never be unfaithful to him, I wouldn’t risk the last twenty three years of our lives together for a slave.”
I couldn’t help but look at her, tilting my head back to peer. “How old is he?” I was insulted on the slave comment, but more so I was surprised by the twenty three years comment. How old did that make my captor that the two had known each other for twenty three years?
“Twenty six.” Estelle grabbed a loofa and coated it in soap, handing it to me. “Can you wash yourself?”
“I feel weak.” I confessed quietly, tears stinging in my eyes.
“I promise I won’t touch you.” She said uneasily, sitting on her knees.
I closed my eyes and tensed.
-Alex-
“No.” I said briskly, holding the phone to my ear. My head was pounding and the heat wasn’t making me feel any better, it was one of the hottest days of the month, nearing noon, so it was scorching in the entire estate. My office, on the ground floor in the back of the south wing, is a large room with light mahogany walls and flooring, was still probably one of the hottest rooms in the house. All the bay window doors, all five of them opening out to either the lustrous gardens of my back yard (the left three) or to the large swimming pool and patio (the right three), were all open, letting in a light breeze. I had the fans in the glossy tiled ceiling on full blast, and a cold glass of scotch on the desk. The sleeves of my button down were rolled up past my elbows and the collar was unbuttoned, and sweat was still dripping down my neck and beading my forehead. With the heat radiating my body and the fucking idiot on the phone, I was not in a good mood.
“Are you saying you’d rather risk business than be a pa-“
“Listen!” I hollered, slamming my fist down on the surface of my desk. “Shut the hell up! I will handle business in Madrid, but I will NOT have you snarl at me over my own business affairs.” I snapped and hung up, throwing the phone across the room. Its glass shattered as the small thing struck the bookshelf. Groaning, I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my face.
“Alex?”
I looked up to see Estelle poking her head in the door, her face lined with markers of worry. “Yes?” As my best friend, she was the person who helped me run Venusian, the estate my father had left me, and she was the only person I trusted. There had been a time, when I was much younger and my father was still alive, where I saw myself making her my wife one day. I’d never had any particularly gooey feelings for her or anything; she was more a sister to me than anything else. But Estelle was fairly attractive for someone of Lebanese descent and I did need someone to rule by my side when push came to shove. In an act of pure friendliness I always saw us producing an heir to the vast fortunes I would leave behind. And then, one day shortly after my father’s death, in the midst of planning the big, summer season wedding we were going to be participating in, Estelle had come into my office and closed the door, her face raked with tears. Surprised, I’d leaned back in my chair and rubbed my face, wondering what was wrong. She wailed in response and flung herself into my arms. When the crying had subsided I’d still held her close and begged her to tell me what was troubling her so. All the money I was spending on the wedding was; she couldn’t accept my charity. Then she told me what was truly ailing her, and that was that she wasn’t able to marry me. She couldn’t. “Why?” I’d finally asked, looking at her with a sinking in the pit of my stomach. “Because, Alex,” she’d replied tentatively, “I’m a lesbian.” So, long story short my childhood friend and I never married, but she never left either. I was beyond thankful.
“What did the phone do this time?” Estelle laughed dryly and picked up the mangled piece of metal, shaking her head.
“Looked at me funny.” I ran my hand over my face and took a long drink of my scotch, draining the little glass and then swirling the ice around trying to collect any remaining liquid. “What’s the issue Es?”
“The girl,” her voice softened considerably talking about the young lady in the bedchamber upstairs and to the left of us. “You caused a lot of damage Alex.”
“Don’t start with me Es. If you need to take a break, go ahead. I won’t stop you from walking off the land until I’m finished with her.” Speaking of, I stood up and fixed my belt. Just the thought of her was enough to touch me in ways I’d never felt touched before. “I suppose her bath went well if you’re in here with me right now.”
“She fell asleep immediately when I put her in the nightgown you approved. She should be up now if you want to go…visit.” I could feel the disapproval in her face without looking at her, but the grin on my features didn’t subside. “Dinner will be at six tonight.” Es informed me and walked out.
I followed her but jogged up the winding central staircase that leads to the second floor. Her room was silent when I put the number in the keypad and strode in, her body twisted in the albino sheets of her bed as her chest rose and fell in sleep. She was still sweet, still whole. I quickly undid my belt as I approached the bed, thrusting her nightgown up as I climbed on top of her. Her eyes opened slowly, at first the softness in them was suffocating, but when she saw me it shattered her. Sobs began to wrack through her body as I leaned down and grabbed her face, my fingers clutching at her pale, chalky skin. “Shut up.” I growled.
Her sobs just grew worse and worse, shoulders shaking as I slid into her and pumped myself slowly. I pulled out and thrust in deeper, forcing myself into her harder and more sporadic. I pulled out and thrust back in, letting her strangled screams choke my ears. I pulled out right before I got off, spilling all over her sheets and her night gown, I kept jerking, my other hand holding her head so she had to watch. “Eyes on me!” I screamed and pulled on her hair harder, jerking. She screeched in pain and tried to turn away, pissing me off. I pulled her off the bed and kicked her in the stomach, making her gasp in pain and open her mouth. I thrust my shaft into her mouth and started to thrust down her throat. She sobbed and choked, and I just kept going.
The little brunette collapsed when I let her go, sobbing against her knees. I sat down in a chair, the only chair in the room, and watched her shake and cry until the sounds she was making were less than human. “What is your name?” I demanded, standing up.
“Jace…” her voice trembled. I nodded and stood up, walking to the door. “GO to sleep Jace.”
I left to her empty sobs, and I could almost feel myself suffocating.
Notes
I've noticed writing this that I kind of hate Alex in the story. But I could never hate him for reals<3-xoxo DR
So I just stumbled across this and decided to check it out. It is definitely intense, but there's something I like about it... perhaps it's Alex coming around in the last few chapters you wrote, idk. But it's definitely a unique plot line as well.
If you ever choose to pick up with this again, I will definitely be here to read it. You're an amazing writer, and I think this story deserves an ending if you can ever see yourself giving it one.
If not, I really enjoyed what you had of it. Just wanted to leave a comment showing you people are still stumbling across it. I'm not sure if you'll ever even see this or not, but I hope you do.
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