Sixty-six: Splat on the sidewalk (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT)

<p>WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT WITH MILD SEXUAL VIOLENCE. To avoid, please read until the 'SKIP to the next chapter'<br/><br/>The eyes of Kiran's soldiers accused me. I heard their grumbled mutters when he wasn't present at the influence my presence had done to their leader. Some of those eyes were murderous.<br/>"You've got to pay more attention to your job," I told Kiran after a few days. "You can leave me alone to get your work done. Your soldiers aren't happy with me. Sooner or later, if this keeps up, I'll end up dead and you'll end up upset."<br/>"They're the reason I have to keep you safe," Kiran said. "They might hurt you if I'm not around."<br/>"Then leave me with Dr Eisor," I told him.<br/>"He's the most dangerous one of them all," Kiran shook his head.<br/>"What about Whistlor?"<br/>"You'd be a splat on the sidewalk if I gave him the chance."<br/>"Do you not trust any of them?"<br/>"With my life. But not with yours."<br/>"Leave me with Mr Raring then," I suggested, worried what would happen to me if his soldiers mutinied.<br/>"That might work," Kiran nodded, but the crease between his eyebrows remained, "but you have to promise to not try and escape."<br/>"Your soldiers are on guard everywhere and watch my every move whenever I leave this room. Where would I get the chance?"<br/>"True," he said with a shrug. "Then from tomorrow, you can spend more time with Mr Raring after we've visited Dr Eisor to check on your feet. I feel that Mr Raring has finally turned and agreed to join the Bosky cause as well he ought to. He is one of us after all. It's in his blood."<br/>I looked down and kept silent.<br/>Kiran pulled me over to sit on his lap, while he lipped at my ears, sending shivers down my spine.<br/>"You don't agree?" he asked in a soft, dangerous voice that tickled my ears some more.<br/>"Whatever you say is right," I said to placate him and shivered when one of his hands crept up my blanket dress to play with my wizened and flabby breasts. I didn't understand or see why he seemed to find interest in my ugly body.<br/>I could feel myself filling back out with all the food I was allowed to eat everyday, but I hadn't recovered enough to be considered remotely pretty. Maybe he just had strong tastes or a strong imagination. Maybe he just hadn't done it for a while and needed something, anything to release the pent up energy.<br/>Brushing his hands away didn't help. After a few times, he ignored my attempts to remove his hands. Him feeling me all over made me squirm with shame and embarrassment. It didn't feel right. Being taken advantage of like this was humiliating. <br/>I knew he was interested in me. Everyone knew it, but I couldn't accept it. Why would he be interested in someone like me? It wasn't like I hadn't been touched this way before, but it was the first time someone seemed to care more about how I responded than their own satisfaction.<br/>Unless he was purposely humiliating me. Purposely trying to bind me to his will and remind me that I, his captive, had no choice.<br/>I couldn't help feeling a pleasant tingling at the thought that the perfect mountain climbing boyfriend from my dreams seemed to like me. Kiran fitted that picture so well. But that man, that image was nothing more than a fanciful dream from long ago. It wasn't reality. I was no longer even an ordinary looking girl. Just a scarecrow with delusions.<br/>"Kiran, stop it. No. Please. No."<br/>"You don't like this?" Kiran asked, seeming confused.<br/>~<br/>SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER to avoid the below containing some scenes of mild sexual violence.<br/>~<br/>"No," I replied but gasped when one of his hands suddenly slid between my legs and touched a sensitive spot there.<br/>"Liar," Kiran told me, showing me his wet fingers.<br/>"No," I moaned when he touched me there again, making me wriggle and squirm like a worm caught on a hook.<br/>Flustered, I began to struggle to escape his iron arms to now avail. He was far too strong and far too experienced with his fingers. My body refused to take my weight, losing all strength while he used his fingers to remind me that I was just a prisoner at the mercy of my captors. I had no right nor ability to refuse his advances. I could only lean on him and allow him to completely humiliate me. Shame on me for not fighting him anymore than I did. His soft laughter at me trying not to respond and failing only made things worse.<br/>The build up of pressure grew stronger and more intense, sweeping my rationality from me. My hips rocked and I squeezed his fingers in time to his thrusts. Just when I thought I would tip over the edge and find relief, he withdrew his hand and leaned me forwards, laying me down for a moment. Confused and unable to think clearly, I heard myself whine in displeasure.<br/>Behind me, there was the sound of his belt unbuckling and the rustling of cloth. I tried to turn around but a hand on my head kept me from being able to get up.<br/>"Just a bit longer," Kiran reassured me. "I won't be long."<br/>And then I was sat back on his lap where a bulge stuck into me. I squirmed and then squirmed some more, while he weighed my legs down with his and removed my dress. His lips kissed and nibbled at my neck and ears. It was uncomfortable sitting like this with an iron pillar growing harder and harder beneath me.<br/>The more I wriggled, the heavier his breath grew. He pinched a nipple.<br/>"Whatever I say is right, right, Jean?" he whispered to me.<br/>"Yes. No. I don't…"<br/>His lips caught mine when I turned to try and explain despite the foggy confusion growing in my mind. I'd never known kissing to be so mesmerising.<br/>"Tell me you love me. Tell me you want this."<br/>"No. I… please, let me go… oh. No. Please."<br/>I had no idea what he was doing to me anymore but my refusals at some point had turned into a begging. Begging for what though, I didn't really know. Didn't want to know.<br/>"You are mine, Jean," Kiran's voice filled my ears. "Always and forever mine. Won't you be mine? I can't stop myself anymore. Say it. Say you want me."<br/>But I couldn't. Some part of me held back.<br/>I felt his frustration and disappointment at my silence. His fingers grew rougher, making me moan and groan to escape the pain and discomfort. Leaning me forwards, I felt him take advantage of my body's hormones. <br/>"No!" I gasped, barely holding onto my last strand of rationality. "No!"<br/>"You'll learn," Kiran told me in a hard voice. "You will accept me. You will love me. In time, you will learn. For now, you just need to know that you are mine. Don't you forget it."<br/>"No," I whispered.<br/>My repeated refusals seemed to anger him. Thrusting me away, he stormed away to the bathroom, adjusting his trousers. I fell onto the floor with frustrated relief.<br/>I ignored my sore knees and the moisture between my thighs. Although I could still feel where his hands been on me, as if a phantom had taken his place, I pretended I didn't. Pulling my dress back on, I was glad he had good self control. He hadn't forced himself on me or done much more to me.<br/>It meant he cared. He cared more than any other man who had reached that stage but failed at the last step.<br/>Should I thank him for respecting me enough not to force himself on me? Or condemn him for disrespecting me when I hadn't wanted to be touched in the first place?</p>