Demon Dean Pt 03

She tested the cuffs of course. One side was tight around her wrist, there was no wriggling out of it, and the other was attached to the headboard. It was very dark in the room but she felt her way around and came to the conclusion that the cuff couldn't be taken off the headboard and the headboard couldn't be taken apart. It felt like solid iron and it was seamless. No screws. No weak points. She pulled at it with all her strength but that did nothing except hurt her already raw wrist.

She sank down on the bed, too tired to even cry. She was stuck here until he returned, whenever that would be. He was probably back in the cellar, doing whatever with the floor there. She held her breath for a few seconds to listen but couldn't hear anything. On a whim she reached towards the bedside table and pulled out the drawer there, feeling to see if there was anything she could use as a weapon, or to get the cuffs off. But the drawer was empty.

Her shirt was sweaty and dirty and she shrugged out of it, tore it up to get it past her cuffed hand. Clothes couldn't protect her anyway. As she moved she felt stickiness on the inside of her thighs and she teared up again. She wiped at it with the remains of the shirt and then threw the fabric across the room. Shivering, she moved the covers and crawled under them. While she waited for her body to warm up she closed her eyes and thought of Florida. The plane was leaving in a few hours and she wouldn't be on it. Burrowing into the pillow sleep hit her like a hammer.

Sometime later she jolted awake, her breathing ragged and panicky. There had been a nightmare. She sat up and looked around but she was still alone in the room. Even so, the real nightmare was here and now. Her left arm had gone completely numb and she moved it to take the pressure off, flexing her fingers to bring them back to life. She grimaced as her arm started tingling, tickling and stinging all at once.

A more trivial but escalading problem was her bladder. She really needed to go to the bathroom. She twisted and turned uncomfortably for a while, wondering if it would end in the humiliation of a wet bed. She certainly wouldn't shout for him to get here. He would come soon enough; of that she was sure. The question was, what would he do next? How many more times would he rape her before he let her go? Would he even let her go? She had seen his face, and she knew his name and although he hadn't really hurt her, yet, he seemed capable of anything. She remembered the feel of his hands around her throat, slowly squeezing the life out of her. What if he didn't stop next time?

She shifted on the bed and grimaced. God, she really needed to go to the bathroom. The door to the en suite was closed and she lay there looking at it, just being able to make out the shape in the dark. And then a thought formed. A thought about how some of the upstairs windows of this New England type house were connected to the gently sloping roof of the wrap-around porch. How simple it would be to get out the bathroom window, and then down on the ground to get her purse from the porch. Her purse with the car keys and her cell phone.

The sound of footsteps in the staircase interrupted her thoughts and her breath caught in her throat. How many hours ago since he left her? Would he be ready again now or was he going to sleep?

He entered the room, and turned the light on in the ceiling. She sat up blinking in the harsh light and looked at him. He was wearing a white, mud streaked t-shirt with his jeans now. He cocked his head and smiled at her, a very charming smile, and then sat down next to her on the bed.

"I see you've taken off your shirt," he said and pulled the cover down, exposing her breasts.

"Suits you," he added and leaned forward, putting his hands on her breasts and pushing her into the mattress.

"You smell really bad," she blurted out, and he did. There was a sharp tang of sweat to his scent, and something indescribable underneath it.

"Oh, do I?" he said and squeezed her breast harder, pinching the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Yes," she gasped, fighting not to fight, rage and scream at him. Not now.

"Well, I am a gentleman, so how about I take a shower first? Would the lady like that?" he enquired with a wry smile.

"Yes. Thank you," she said, thinking the forced gratitude in her voice must be obvious.

"No problem, Laura. We're gonna be spending some time together and it's only fair I do something for you, right?"

He let go and rose from the bed, stripped off all his clothes and discarded them on the floor by the bed. He opened the bathroom door and it glided shut behind him. As soon as she heard the sound of the shower coming on she turned her attention to his jeans. She stood up and stuck out her leg until she could reach them, and then moved them closer until she could pick them up. Sitting down she quickly went through the pockets. There was no key to the handcuffs but there was a phone. Shaking, she pressed the buttons alongside of it until she found the power button and the screen lit up.

There were fifteen missed calls from somebody named Sam. She tried to unlock the screen but failed, a password was required. She saw the emergency call icon and pressed it. The shower was turned off as she pressed 9-1-1. Realizing there was no time, she pressed 'call', jammed the phone under the mattress and threw his jeans back on the floor. The bathroom door opened and she looked up, wondering if he could see it all on her face.

He walked into the room with a towel in his hand, his hair slick and wet.

"Ready for another dose of Dean, baby?" he said and grabbed her jaw, forcing her head up. Her jaw still hurt from his treatment a few hours ago. She looked up into his eyes and then down again, afraid he would be able to read her.

"Can I please use the bathroom," she said, trying to appear as innocent and meek as possible. "I really need to go."

"I'm gonna let you go do your thing. You might wanna wash up too, I'm not the only one who smells a bit... funky," he said, his smile bright and warm but his eyes dead cold.

She blushed and he tightened his grip on her jaw, forced her mouth open and then bent down to kiss her, sticking his tongue in and probing her mouth with it. She kept her free hand still on the bed even though she wanted to beat him away. Eventually he withdrew and let go of her jaw.

"Next time, you're gonna kiss me back," he said matter-of-factly.

Then he bent over her and unlocked the cuffs. He must have had the keys with him into the bathroom. She rubbed her wrist and got to her feet slowly. He nodded towards the bathroom door.

"Lock it and I'll kick it down."

She only nodded and then walked into the bathroom. Hands shaking, she shut the door behind her and then immediately relieved herself on the toilet. She flushed and washed her hands, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was dishevelled and her eyes puffy and red. Around her throat were red marks from the pressure of his fingers. She swallowed and hardened herself, willing the fear away. It was time to act now.

A grey bathrobe hung on a peg on the wall and she put it on. She had advised the owners to leave behind things to make the place look lived-in and the robe was one of those items. It smelled a little stale. She turned on the shower, opened the bathroom window as quietly as possible, heaved herself up on the windowsill and climbed out onto the roof of the wrap-around porch. It was cold outside. There was a first quarter moon but clouds moved in front of it and it smelled like snow. A thin layer of frost covered the tiles and she moved quickly but carefully towards the front of the house, away from the bedroom window.

When she reached the corner of the porch she got down on her hands and knees and crept toward the edge of the roof to look down. The porch light shone on the lawn below. She wasn't very high up, only eight feet but she didn't dare jump and risk hurting herself. So she scooted over the edge, wrapped her legs around one of the rounded stone pillars and slid down. Getting onto the porch she wondered briefly how many minutes had passed since she had closed the bathroom door, and when he would be coming after her. She hoped the 911 call had resulted in something. Maybe the police were on their way already.

She padded quietly across the porch to where her bag was, grabbed it, moved off the porch and started running towards her car, three hundred feet away. She ran on the lawn as far as she could but eventually had to get onto the pathway. The sound of her feet on the gravel seemed suddenly loud in the otherwise quiet night. She glanced back towards the porch but there was no sign of him. Still running she pulled the phone from her bag and tried to turn it on. The screen remained black. Fuck. It had been low on battery before and it must have drained completely now. She tossed it back in the bag and grabbed the car key.

She clicked the unlock button just as she reached the car and almost slammed into the side. She pulled the door open, threw her bag inside, slid in and looked up for a second towards the house. Nothing. She pushed down the clutch and the break and then pressed the start button, waiting for the sound of the engine coming on. There was nothing. She pressed it again but still nothing happened. She tried to remember if she was missing something; she had only had this car for a couple of weeks and it was her most modern car yet. She pressed the button a few more times but no change. Cursing she glanced up and froze. He was standing on the porch, face turned towards the car. As she was watching, he stepped off the porch.

She threw the door open, scrambled out and started running for the woods. The gravelled road would be the quickest way to the main road but she didn't think she could outrun him. In the woods she might be able to hide. She glanced back and saw that he had broken into a run too. She passed some sparse trees where the lawn merged into the woods and then grass made way for more trees, tall bushes and a thick underbrush. If it wasn't for the moon she wouldn't have been able to see anything, but now it at least helped her avoid crashing headfirst into trees. She stumbled over rocks and roots, wondering if he would be able to see her. In the cellar he had acted like he could see in the dark.

If he could, she needed a good hiding place, now. Branches whipped at her face and tore at the robe as she ran on in what she thought was the direction of the main road. On her left she spotted a huge tree, a spruce with a base fifteen feet wide, and she instinctively broke off and ran towards it. She crawled under the bottommost branches and in towards the stem. She wrapped her arms around it to stabilize herself and tried to be as still and quiet as possible.

As some of the adrenaline wore off she realised she couldn't feel her feet. Her lower legs and face burned and so did her lungs. She slowly got her breathing under control. For a few seconds all was quiet and then she heard the small sounds of somebody moving quietly towards her; a twig breaking off, a small rock skittering on the ground. He wasn't running and she feared it was because he knew where she was hiding. She relaxed her body and felt her heartbeat slow down.

Because he was wearing the white t-shirt again she could see him clearly as he moved past her. He stopped every few feet and seemed to listen intently. His toned body looked all tense, like it was just waiting to spring into action. He walked slowly past the tree and soon disappeared from view.

She made herself wait a whole minute before she slowly crawled out from under the tree. She rose and listened but all was quiet. For now, she thought it would be safer to try to move silently so she did, keeping low as she picked her way towards the main road. She pulled up the robe so it wouldn't get caught on anything. It couldn't be much further now. When she made it to the road she could run again. Bare feet on asphalt made almost no sound at all.

It was maybe thirty degrees out so she didn't think she would be in danger of freezing her feet, as long as she kept moving and it didn't start to snow. But the 3-4 miles to the nearest neighbour still felt like a very long way right now.

Eventually the trees became sparser and the road appeared ahead, its yellow lines faded and barely visible in the moonlight. She looked around her and listened but there was still no sign of him so she tentatively stepped out from the shelter of the trees, moving through bushes towards the road. Then suddenly there was a light far away on the road. A car. A car was coming towards her, maybe half a mile out now. She ran towards the road praying she would reach it before the car had passed.

Then something slammed into her side and brought her stumbling down on the ground. He had found her. He scrambled on top of her back, his weight pressing her stomach and chest onto the cold ground. She started to scream but he clamped his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams. More furious than afraid now she bit into his fingers until she tasted blood. He didn't let go. She planted her hand firmly beneath her and pushed back at him at an angle, generating enough momentum to get him off her back and onto his side.

Her mouth free, she took a deep breath and followed him with her elbow, slamming it down to strike at his face. He moved a little to the side and her elbow hit his cheek with a dull sound. She could hear the car now and heaved herself up from the ground and set off for the road again, waving her arms. But she only got a few steps before he grabbed her ankle and pulled hard and she fell to her knees, banging her right knee hard on a rock. As she cried out he pulled again and she fell onto her stomach, fingers scrambling in the dirt. He got on top of her back again and before she could do anything he had snaked his arm around her neck and pulled her towards him in a rear naked choke. She opened her mouth to scream but couldn't get anything out. Feeling increasingly lightheaded she clawed at his arms until the world suddenly went dark around her.

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She opened her eyes and didn't know who or where she was at first. It was freezing and every part of her body ached, some more than others and especially her knee. She was lying on her side on the ground, rocks and twigs pricking her. Somebody was fumbling at her waist and then she was turned over on her stomach again. There was something tight around her waist and as she thought about that her hands were pulled behind her back and tied together with something soft but unyielding. Still confused, she pulled at the bond. She shook her head to clear it and when she heard the sound of a car engine everything came back to her. The house. Him. Her flight. Panicking, she called out and in a flash his hand was over her mouth again. She sobbed beneath him as the car passed them by, his breath hot in her ear.

"And you were so close, huh?" he whispered.

When the car had moved away he got up and lifted her to her feet. She was shaking uncontrollably and didn't resist as he started walking her back into the forest, holding her just above the elbow in a firm grip. Her wrists were tightly tied together behind her with the belt from the robe. The belt was also wrapped around her waist, keeping the robe around her body and her hands fastened at the back. She limped beside him, barely being able to lift her feet. The fury from before had drained from her body and now she just wanted to get indoors and lie down. She didn't let herself think about what he would do when they got back. If he would punish her. And how.

"You know," he said suddenly. "Nice stunt you pulled calling 911 I had a lovely talk with the operator about how my little kid is always playing with my phone."

She didn't answer, it was just another hope shattered. The snow began to fall around them. He didn't seem to want to talk more and for that she was grateful. She didn't think she could take any more of his psychotic chit chat. They moved through the forest in silence and whenever she stumbled he steadied her and she leaned more and more heavily on him. Soon they cleared the forest and walked up the gravel path towards the house. It looked especially nice and inviting now that it was snowing, but she remembered every second of the bedroom and the basement. For a few seconds she resisted and he had to drag her up the porch stairs. Then she gave up and let herself be led inside. What was the point? He would get what he wanted.

He helped her up the stairs and then they were back in the bedroom. He kicked off his boots, pulled something from his pocket and turned toward her. He was holding a knife in his hand and she gasped and backed away from him.

"Hold still," he said and grabbed her. He carefully severed the belt at the front, allowing the robe to open. He then put away the knife and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He sat down and used the robe to force her down on her knees. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was semi hard.

"Please," she begged. "I'm so cold and so tired."

He grabbed her hair, and twisted it, pulling her closer. His cock was rock hard now.

"I know you're tired, Laura. That's why I'm gonna fuck your mouth and not your ass. See? I'm nice. So open up." He didn't wait but forced her mouth open and shoved his cock in all the way, making her gag on his length. Then he pulled her head into his lap and started fucking in and out of her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat with every thrust and she coughed and spluttered. She moved her hands and fingers, trying to get the belt off of her wrists but it was too tightly tied. She kicked her numb legs on the floor, trying to get some leverage to move away but he held her tightly to him as he pumped in and out. As before, she didn't dare bite him and eventually she quieted and just let him fuck her and be done with it. She had a growing suspicion her resistance turned him on even more.

When she thought she couldn't take it anymore he finally climaxed with a groan and emptied himself deep in her throat. She started to cough violently but he continued to hold her down and she was forced to swallow most of his cum. When he let her go she sat back and turned away from him, not quite daring to spit on the floor even though she felt an overwhelming urge to.

"Not bad, Laura," he sighed as he rose and adjusted his clothes.

"Now, I can let you take a hot shower and then get some sleep in the bed. Would you like that?"

She nodded mutely, not looking at him.

"All you need to do is ask me nicely. I think I deserve that much."

She hated to do it but she complied.

"Can I take a shower and sleep in the bed, please?"

"Hm. Actually, I think I want more of a begging kind of asking, if you know what I mean. Throw some gratitude in there."

She glanced at him, unable to hide her look of hatred and utter disgust.

"Do it," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "Beg. Or you will sleep naked on the floor of the basement. Beg. Me."

She started shaking. What he was asking was so demeaning but she couldn't take any more physical discomfort right now. She was so cold, her knee hurt so badly and in her legs and arms the numbness was wearing off, being replaced by a sharp, painful tingling.

"Please... Sir, will you please let me take a shower and go to bed? Please, I.. I beg you."

"You wanna go to bed with me?" he enquired, mock wonder in his voice.

She jerked and looked at him but quickly found herself.

"Yes. I do. Please?"

He smiled broadly.

"Good! Time for a shower. I told you before that you needed it. That smell is so disgustingly... human."

He helped her stand up and led her into the bathroom. The window was still open and he closed it before he freed her hands and pointed to the shower. She shrugged out of the robe and limped into the shower and turned on the water. In a few seconds, hot water was streaming down her naked body. It hurt at first but after a few minutes it was just wonderful, and for a while she just stood with her eyes closed, letting the water warm her body up.