After Trish woke up and found herself alone, she started watching the vidscreen again, although she avoided the internal channel. As she watched, laying on her side, she couldn't help but reach back and brush her fingers over the sore, slightly swollen wrinkles of her anus. Just to see how it felt. The skin there was very sensitive, but otherwise felt totally normal, which was a relief.
When Jordan came in with dinner, she wasn't sure how she felt.
Part of her was relieved she wouldn't have to face Alex and Bella or anyone else in the compound. Another part of her was nervous over being alone with Jordan for a meal. There was something intimate about eating alone together, especially since there was a visceral choice between talking with her captor or sitting in silence. And Jordan seemed to want her to talk.
Not that he was conversing with her exactly. Just asking her questions about her life on the Moon and at school. Asking if there was anything she missed. Other than her classes, Trish realized there wasn't much, which was a depressing thought in and of it self. Was that really the sum total of meaning in her life? Her classes? Because they were interesting?
Maybe that was why the thought of escaping was coming up in her head less and less often - what did she really have to escape back to?
Loneliness?
Isolation?
Being shunted to the side by people who thought she was unimportant and beneath them?
Just talking about her past was starting to make her depressed, so she decided to try and turn the tables. After all, he'd never been mad when she asked questions and he usually answered them, even if she'd never asked about HIM specifically before.
"What about you?" she asking daringly. Jordan looked up at her, raising one blond eyebrow, but he didn't scold her for asking the question, it seemed more like he was trying to ascertain exactly what she was asking. "Did you go to a university?"
"No." He didn't seem bothered by the question or his answer and Trish took a bit of reassurance from that, emboldening her further.
"Did you want to?"
Jordan shrugged, uncaring. "It wasn't an option, so it didn't matter."
"Why wasn't it an option?" Although his answers didn't offer up much information, she didn't feel like he was purposefully holding back. After all, she'd already noticed he wasn't exactly talkative, ever, with anyone. The fact he was answering her questions at all, considering they were far more personal than she'd ever attempted, surprised her.
"No money."
She didn't bother to try and hide her surprise. His lips twitched, suppressing a smile.
"You have money now."
The expression on his face was almost one of exasperation at being forced to use so many words, but he seemed to understand she truly wanted to know. Trish was still trying to figure out exactly what made him tick, what caused him to be the way he was... she didn't understand how he could be so brutal but so caring, be so protective of her and yet still rape her. If she could understand him better, maybe she could convince him to let her go. At this point, it was as good of an escape plan as any.
"I made money when the Wolf took over for the old boss," he explained with that touch of resigned exasperation. "I was the Wolf's second from the beginning. I didn't need anything else after that."
Because, being by the Wolf's side when the Wolf took over, he had everything he needed. A position, a livelihood... but it was a little scary to know that he'd been by the Wolf's side from the very beginning. The rise of the crime lords and war lords on earth after the rich and powerful had moved to the Moon had been bloody and brutal before things had finally settled down, although the Moon didn't bother to go into details while educating its citizens about the Earth's recent history. Trish had learned far more about what Earth had gone through during that time period while living on it than she had during any classes on the Moon. The teachers there, and even at the university, only spoke about it in the most general terms, until they came to the Wolf, his unique status and the Moon's obsession with him.
"How did you meet the Wolf?"
"No more questions, baby girl," Jordan said, a glint in his blue eyes that Trish recognized immediately. She wanted to crawl away as he lifted the tray with the remains of their dinner on it off the mattress and took it to the door, placing it outside for someone to come pick up. Trish curled in on herself, tucking her skirt around her legs, for what little protection it would provide.
When Jordan turned back around, she could see the growing bulge at the front of his pants, and she almost whimpered, her anus spasming as if remembering the earlier assault on its channel, even as she could feel her nipples harden and her pussy start to tingle. It was like her body knew what was coming and was already preparing itself, which just made her want to scream in frustration because she knew it was wrong... and yet she felt almost a little different. Like some part of her had emotionally responded to his willingness to answer some questions. Like she'd let down some of her walls while he'd been asking about her life and then told her a little bit about his, exchanging those small insights into each other.
It hadn't occurred to her that such simple conversation might be dangerous to her overall emotional state of being.
Walking up to the bed, Jordan cupped her face in his hands, his eyes sliding over her face and down to her lips.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured, before leaning down to kiss her.
Gently.
Almost tenderly.
Trish wanted to whimper. She much preferred it when he was rougher, harsher... it made it easier to hold it against him.
So when he tried to press her down onto the bed, his hands and lips touching her almost tenderly, she lashed out without thinking about it, sudden rage surging through her.
CRACK!
The sound of her palm slapping against his face was so loud it almost echoed through the room.
Immediately her heart started beating like a frantic bird inside of her chest and she froze, too terrified to move. The expression on his face was unreadable as he pulled back and looked at her for a long moment.
"Five minutes."
That was all he said before Trish found herself hauled across his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, her bottom high in the air.
