EroticReverie

Mia Meadows

My head feels like it's full of bricks. Heavy. I can't pick it up. I can't even open my eyes. My lids feel like they're heavier than my head. I'm cold. I can feel myself surrounded. Encapsulated. I try to move, but only one of my fingers seems to move. I groan and feel my head against something hard, it rolls to the side. I feel my body slip. A heavy sigh heaves from somewhere near me as I feel my body slump down into the cold water surroudning me. The water feels thick, it squishes. Two large hands grabs me from under my arms and pull my body back up. 

"Quit doing that." An annoyed male voice says and I whimper. Another sigh comes from him. 

I open my mouth to speak, my eyes lifting just barely. Catching a glimpse of a dark room, with dim flickering lights. Dim lights. The hotel. The mansion. The people. The family. That's where I am and even through my fog filled brian I know I'm not safe. I know they have me. I remember the two big arms holding me after I'd drank the water. Water that had clearly been laced and drugged with something to knock me out. Where was Alex? Panic rips through me and I try to move again , my body slips again.

"I said stop that." The male voices says, louder this time, more annoyed. Irritated. His hands hoisting me up again as I feel my body pulled back up. I can feel the thick water on my bare skin. I was naked. I whimper, trying to fucking move, and I can't. All the strength I have isnt enough to even put up a semblance of a fight. 

"please" I cry. 

"Don't beg. It's pathetic." The male voice says with disgust. "And it annoys me." 

I feel a sharp prick in my arm and flinch , my eyes easily shutting tighter, squeezing.

"no" I cry. "no" i repeat as I feel the needle leave my arm. 

I wait for the fall, wait for whatever the hell he just shot into me, to make me pass right back out, but instead within seconds I feel as if my body is waking up. Did he give me an upper? An antedote? I didnt want any more of their fucking drugs in me. But then I can open my eyes, I blink several times before the flickering lights around the room come into focus. 

Candles. So many candles. I can feel the heat of them in the room. It's hot in here, but I'm cold. Cold and wet. My eyes fall to the water. Goosebumps cover every inch of my skin looking at the dark bath water. Not water. It's too thick to be water. The top of the water is thick, congealed. No.

I shake my head. "n-no" I cry. My hands lifting from the water. I scream as tears rip down my cheeks. Another annoyed sigh from behind me. My hands shaking. My enitre hands...my forearms, dripping, in blood. 

"It's just blood." The voice says. But I'm still screaming, shaking. I can barely breathe as I turn in the tub, looking up at the younger man. The one who carried me. 

He cocks his head and crosses his arms just watching me. Waiting for me to continue screaming. But now i'm just panicking, breathing harder and harder.

"Is it...m-mine?" I ask, looking all around me, an entire tub of blood. 

"You think you'd be alive and screaming if that was all yours?" He asks with a cock of his brow. 

But I wasnt sure which was better, it being mine or someone elses, something elses. OH god, what kind of blood is it? 

"Please...just...let me go...I wont do anything, I swear, please!" I beg. "Where's Alex? Where's my boyfriend?" I cry. 

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, not answering me. He turns and walks across the room , I follow him with my eyes, shaking and shivering. 

"Please, please" I beg and he turns a silver handle at the side of the room and I jump at the rainfall of water that comes from above in the corner of the room, a round circular stone shower. 

He turns and walks back and extends his hand to me. I just look at it, slipping myself back against the tub.

"Do you not WANT to rinse it off?" He asks, shoving his hand out further, impatient with me. Shoving his hand closer , over the tub. 

"I'm naked" I say, my breasts  just below the blood in the tub. 

"Yes. I am aware of that." He says, his tone bored and tired. 

"Are you going to kill me? Where's Alex?" I ask. 

"Stand. Up." He says, his jaw ticking, his tone growing annoyed. 

"Please just let me go, please, i'll-" I scream as he then reaches over the tub and grabs my arms, theyre slippery with the blood, but his grip is tight and it hurts. 

"No please! Okay! Okay!" I scream. But he's already dragging me out of the tub, my legs kicking against the side, blood sloshing and spalshing over the side and he growls. 

"Rinse." He bites out as he pushes me foreward, holding my arms still, my feet slipping and I almost fall as he pushes me into the small partial circle of stone in the corner. The entire room is stone walls, and this shower area, has a small , waist height border of stone, to keep the water from going into the rest of the room I suppose. Not sure why they'd care about fucking water when there's now blood all over the fucking floor. 

I want to keep screaming, but my body shivers as the warm, almost hot water starts pouring over me. So warm. I move further under it, letting it fall over me, whimpering as I watch my red body turn to flesh again. The sticky blood in every crack and crevice, under my nails , in the ends of my hair. I cry as I start to rub my arms, my chest, my stomach, try to rid myself of it as quick as I can. 

I don't even pay attention to Silas. That's his name I remember, from when his mother introduced everyone. Where was Alex? Was he in a bath of blood too? Was the SISTER the one taking HIM out of a bath? What a time to be jealous Mia. You're going to die, and you're worried about what miss tits is doing right now. When you're boyfriend could be fucking hurt or dead. But i suppose there's no set of rules about hwo your mind is supposed to work in situations like this. Maybe worrying about whether or not the  redhead fifteen year old was flirting with my naked boyfriend, was easier to fret over than the fact I was going to die here, or that I was currently covered in blood. It was washing away, but I could still feel it everywhere. 

"You're going to make your skin raw if you keep digging at it." Silas says with boredom. I turn, and he's standing right there behind me outside of the shower, just watching me. 

"Fuck you." I say as I cry. His brow cocks, and his head tilts. My lips tighten and I huff, turning away as I keep crying and scratching while I move my hands all over. 

"Stop doing that." he says, but I don't listen. I wanted new fucking skin. I didnt care if it was replaced by my own fucking blood from scratching it raw.

I scream when I feel his hands on my elbows, grabbing them hard. 

"I said. Stop it." He says, as if he's scolding a child , while I try to pull from his hold, his hands going to my wrists and he holds them, as my body twists and I try to get away.

"Will you just stop?" He says through his teeth as I keep fighting. He's clothed, still in the clothes from earlier, minus the black tux jacket. 

"I said, STOP" He says , his tone agitated and he steps further into the shower, pinning my hands to the stone wall, my knees knocking against the stone, my breasts smashed against it. It's cold, even with the warmth of the candles in the room, even with the steam from the water. 

"please" I cry, the fight leaving me. "please dont hurt me" 

He exhales hard and I feel his nose in my hair, at the back of my head. He's breathing hard. 

"I havent hurt you. I'm actually stopping you, from hurting yourself." He points out with an annoyed tone. His hands relax slightly around my wrists, but he still holds them to the wall. The pressure of his body, with his wet clothes, lessening as I just stand there. Trembling against the wall. 

"You shouldnt have come here." He says. I let out a cry. Don't I fucking know it. 

"please" I plead. "please ...just let me go" I cry.

"Once you're here....you don't ever leave." he says. The tone isn't threatening. But the words terrify me just the same. 

"please" I cry, shaking, shivering again. 

"Stop. Begging. I told you I don't like it, and it won't do you any good, and with them...it will only make things worse. So stop...fucking...begging , Mia....do you understand?" he whispers. 

I swallow hard. Shaking. I close my eyes, tears forcing out of my eyes even as I shut them. I nod. 

"Listen to me..." he says quietly. 

"The only way you live...is to belong." He whispers. 

"please" I say. He growls.

"Stop it." he grips my wrists. "Fucking stop it." he says, his body pressing against me again. Pinning me to stone harder again. 

"If you beg them to spare you..they fucking won't...do you understand?" he says and I swallow.

"why...why are you telling me this?" I sniffle. 

"Because if you don't listen....i'm the one that has to kill you." he says. New fear crashes through me and I cry. 

"stop it. quit being fucking weak" he snarls slightly. 

"im scared!" I nearly scream and he growls. 

"Then fucking fake it Mia, get over it. Now. Because you won't last a fucking day here if you don't....and I'm tired of having to kill girls because they dont fucking listen to me." he says.

"I'm trying to help you. So stop fucking begging. Stop fucking shaking. And just...belong here." he says. 

"wh-where's Alex?" I ask and he loosens his hold again, easing up. 

"I don't know. With Sabrina I assume." he says. I whimper. 

"The men last longer. Don't worry. I'm sure he's still alive. Though Im not sure what you see in him. He's rather dumb." Silas says. 

I tug my wrists but he grabs them tighter again.

"Really?" I growl. "You're questioning my taste in boyfriends and YOU kidnap and murder people , but im the one with questionable taste?" I hiss and he lets go one hand and I feel his finger tips slip along my neck as he sweeps my wet hair from one side, over my back and to my other shoulder. 

"You can argue with me Mia. That....I don't mind. But don't do it with the others. They don't take well to defiance either." he says and I swallow. 

"do they...take well to anything?" I ask and I feel a soft breath on my ear.

"Just do as you're told. No matter what. You can live...or you can die....and i'd prefer it if you lived." he whispers and I tremble.

"why?" I ask. 

"why do I want you to live?" he asks and I nod. 

"Because...I think i'd like to keep you."