Oftentimes for Theo, the words written in the pages of a book seem realer than life. The images in his head is reality --
his
reality -- and the moments of the waking world in between the pages is the one that feels most like a dream. This sweet, fascinating world, of course, only lasts until the book ends. A pity.
He closed his book with a sigh, glanced at the lightening dawn outside the window. He got up and stretched. It was almost five AM -- hardly time left for sleep with classes only a handful of hours away. He wasn't feeling sleepy, anyway. It was always hollow whenever he finished a good book. Hollow but awake.
He went out his room, down the stairs, to the living room and into the kitchen. Cups tingled and cutlery rang mutedly, bottles were opened and closed. Soon a cup of coffee was steaming in a mug held in his hands, black as bitter and bitter as black. Everything was silent again in the Fields house. He was the only one in it.
Theo didn't really look at his phone and time passed. The coffee in his mug steadily disappeared down his mouth without his active thinking. It was soon empty. He didn't remember how it tasted, exactly, but he was a little more alive. Theo set his mug on the sink unwashed. Turned around and stretched. The floor was cold on his feet, the silence of the house around him even colder still.
Empty. Bored.
Sharp, sky blue eyes glanced around his house. He noted the kitchen table, only one of the chairs seemed out of place, the rest perfectly untouched. The counter was neat. Beyond, the living room was dark, the couches looked pristine in their own way. A bit of a neat freak, everything was always orderly. Everything in their proper places. There was no one else to mess things up.
His parents were always away, so when his brother left and married just over a year ago, he was essentially forced to fend for himself. Nineteen years old and already living the life of a full-fledged bachelor. Theo supposed things could have been worse.
A sigh. Finally, he looked at his phone again. He opened his gallery app, searched for a particular video. Nina's beatific, pleasure-tortured face filled the screen. Her mouth was open and her eyes were glazed over with lust. Theo knew that if his sounds were on, he would hear the furious slapping of flesh against flesh as he pounded her from behind, the creak of his bed. It was clear in his mind.
A small smile turned the corner of his lips. He had a hell of a time putting the video together. Took most of the week, because he didn't just compile them. He had about three different cameras set to capture different angles of the action. He wanted the final product to play like high quality porn, with all its perspective and gritty details. No overlapping.
Everything from the moment Nina's knees touched the floor to the moment she tiredly pulled her shirt back on. Two hours of high quality, multi-perspective, 4k glory. This abridged version saved in his phone was just about thirty minutes.
Though the video was muted, Theo had watched it enough to remember the exact pitch and timbre of her grunts and moans. He could still feel the way he made them fit together like puzzles, his cock snug in the stifling heat of her drenched cunt. He remembered her delicious reluctance, the flash of fury in her eyes even as he made her cum again and again. Nina was a fiery one, ever since before. It made taking her all the more thrilling.
His cock stirred in his pants. It was probably time to take her again. A week is enough to forget most things -- especially things you told yourself you hated but didn't, not really. Things you were conflicted about. Nina would simply want to forget, so he needed to remind her where she belonged. Her fresh defiance would most certainly be something to look forward to.
Theo paused and searched within himself, not finding anything except the distant excitement. As usual. He wasn't hurting anyone, not really. Even if he was, he'd be able to take care of it somehow. It shouldn't affect his daily life all too drastically. Theo wouldn't feel much remorse over such little, fixable things.
Finally having something to expect, he went back up to his room to do some light stretching. After that, he'd need a nice, cold bath to fully wake him. Make these waking moments seem more like reality.
* * *
Despite the empty hallways, Christina's head swiveled around furtively. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. Not just with fear, but also with a healthy amount of anger at her situation. How dare he call out to her in the middle of lunch break -- and here at school! She'd ignored the brusque message at first, thinking that it was a mistake, but her heart almost stopped when an image of their... encounter... filled her screen. What's more; the image seemed to be only a screenshot of a
video!
There's bound to be a limit to how low a person could stoop to. Unfortunately, her current tormentor seemed intent on surpassing those limits in the worst possible ways.
Gritting her teeth, she tried the door. There was an 'under maintenance' sign taped on to the front, but it opened easily. God only knows what evil things Theo had to do to acquire access to this place. Nina had to admit; it was almost perfect. They were in an unused bathroom of the third floor of a building farthest away from the cafeteria. At this time of the day, the whole place might as well be abandoned. She strode inside. The door closed behind her, and she clicked it to lock behind her. Just in case.
The bathroom was surprisingly clean, despite being unused. The floor was dry, the walls were free from vandalism and graffiti, and it smelled reassuringly of cleaning agents. The only thing that marred the tidiness was Theo.
He leaned on the bathroom counter, dressed in well-fitting but plain jeans and shirt. Tiny, muted sounds emitted from his phone -- he was staring at it when she came in. Nina knew those sounds. There was a pleasant smile on his lips, but his sky-blue eyes shone with smugness.
Nina crossed the room and slapped his face, even before she knew what she was doing.
The slap rang out in the empty room. Theo's head rocked to the left. There was surprise in his eyes, and for a single second fear surged into Nina as she realized what she's done. Then the anger returned and she slapped Theo again from the other direction. This time, though, he held fast. He didn't say anything, just stared up at her intensely, cheeks ablaze. But his eyes were shining.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nina shrieked. Her voice broke off at the last word, becoming an angry sob.
She changed tactics, noticing that her slaps seemed to have no effect on him. She reared back and punched him hard instead, straight to the gut. Christina was not a small woman, and pretty fit to boot. She was certain in her ability to defend herself if absolutely necessary, and she was absolutely confident in beating the ever loving shit out of anybody who would try to blackmail her. All the while, she wondered why she'd never thought of going through this route before. As far as she remembered, Theo did not have a fighting bone in his body. Nina could beat him black and blue.
But when she punched him, he merely grunted. His abdomen was hard as stone.
"Fuck!" She cursed. She reared back and slammed her fist again. Theo did not resist, but neither did he react.
"You said. You would. Delete. Them!" Nina punctuated her words with a solid punch. Theo neither dodged not parried her attacks, merely stood there and grunted with each impact.
