Joseph

Friday, December 25, 2002

Evening...

After bandaging my foot, he kept me in the bed. The regret of not shooting him, as well as that conversation with my father, resurfaced frequently in my mind. I was strong, and nothing was going to keep me from escaping and getting back to Lance. The door opened, and he came to me with a tray of bread and eggs. "Sorry, Sexy, this is all we have for the time being..." My gaze remained fixed on my leg, which felt like a painfully pounding heart. Looking at me, he placed the tray on the chair. "Can you at least look at me, Joseph?"

I shook my head, trying to calm myself down. I jerked away from his attempt to graze my cheek, peering into his crystal eyes, which were suddenly less beautiful and more controlling. He moved his hand from my shoulder to my thigh, then to my crotch. "You want me to shoot your other leg?"

"No! No! Please!"

"Then show me love." I grabbed his face, pressing my lips against his. As his tongue entered my mouth, tears streamed down my face. Everything in me yearned for Lance to come to my rescue, for him to break down the door and shoot him. He stroked my bulge and moved his lips to my neck as our lips parted. "Say you love me..."

Getting it out was hard, but his other hand touching my bandaged leg made me spit it out.
"I love you! Alex, I love you!"

"How much?" He muttered as he sucked on my neck. I could feel the hickeys forming every time he moved his mouth to a different spot. My dick was hard at this point, and all I wanted was Lance. He unzipped my pants, stroking it through my briefs. "How much Sexy?"

"Alex..." I moaned out. Looking at the wall was all I could do, as he kissed my dick through my pants. Tears streamed down my cheeks even harder as a feeling of being violated arose in my stomach, forcing him to come to a halt. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Joseph, you have to want it or it'll feel like this all the time." I just hid my face behind my hands, thinking about my family, Lance, and everything that had occurred. But this enraged him, and he punched my bandaged leg, causing me to scream in pain. "FUCKING WANT IT JOSEPH!"

"Alex! I do!" I sobbed in pain.

"THEN STOP FUCKING CRYING! STOP MAKING ME FEEL BAD."

I desperately nodded, gripping his face with my hands and shoving my tongue down his throat. My leg was in excruciating pain, yet all I could think of was Lance, his scruffy beard touching my chin as we kissed. He pulled away, removing his shirt. My name was tatted across all of his once-beautiful tattoos. "For you, Sexy, cause I'm devoted to you." Joseph was all over him, from his chest to his arms to his hands. It filled me with even more dread. "Sexy... Wait here!" he exclaimed as he dashed out of the room.

My eyes scoured the entire room for something, but nothing was there. As he stepped back into the room with a box of materials, my anxiety grew to knew heights.

"Alex, what's in there?"

He smiled, laying the box next to me before sitting. "Tattoo kit."

"W- Why? Why do you have that?"

"I'm going to tattoo my name on you. Mark you as my property." I tried moving out of the bed, but the pain in my leg stopped me. "Joseph, just sit still..."

"No! Alex! Please no!" I begged, forcing myself to move. My body slid off the bed and landed on the hardwood floor. My leg was in horrific pain, and I couldn't stop crying.

"Sexy? seriously?" he sighed, getting off the bed only to stare down at my hurt body. "You want me to step on your leg? Or..." he trailed, dropping to my level crawling over me, only to sit on my lap, staring down at me with those now frightening blue eyes. "Let me suck your dick."

"Alex, please..."

"You let him suck your dick, you fucked him, let him fuck you. But me sucking your dick is a problem?"

I turned my head to cry, only to see a pistol duct-taped under the mattress. My eyes quickly shifted back to him, and I knew he'd probably see it if I let him do what he wanted. "Step on my leg." His smug smile faded, and he forced my hand onto his hips before lowering his head down to mine. Our lips pressed together, and he slowly trailed my hands down to his ass, forcing them down his pants. His ass was smooth and warm but I needed him to focus on me and not turn his head, so I squeezed his ass, pulling his head even closer. "I wanna fuck on the bed, Alex..."

Flashbacks of the other night with Lance and the tub came up, but I shoved them down as he got off me, picking me up bridal style. "I want every feeling, every emotion, every moan he had the other night, Sexy." He set me on the bed, making sure to lay my head lightly on the pillow.

"Alex, he was wet with soap and we have no lube..."

His eyes went big, and a smirk went formed on his face. "What's your favorite flavor?"

"Of what?"

"Ice cream" he clarified.

"Strawberry."

He lowered his head, pecking my lips. "I thought it would be that." His eyes went behind him and he grabbed the duct tape, unraveling it.

"No! Please! Alex! Please!"

"Sexy, it's until I come back from the store..." he mumbled, wrapping my arms together. "I'm sorry..."

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere. Now relax," he demanded, looking at me with that menacing glare. It was like a warning sign to not push him or he'd hurt me again, so I forced a small grin, sniffling.

"Okay. Be safe."

He kissed my head, smiling. "I will, now heal Sexy, I won't be long." another kiss was planted on my cheek before he walked out of the room. My eyes surveyed the room once more, this time more thoroughly. Just glancing at the hard floor hurt my leg; I knew it would sting, but I had to try. I maneuvered my body a bit to the edge, and sat up, laying my bad leg on the cold wooden floor, and with my good leg, I slid to the floor being as slow and gentle as possible. Eventually made my way to the floor, my back against the bed, but irritation soon set in as the duct tape around my hands became an impediment.

"SHIT!" I screamed, before busting out into tears. The gravity of the situation began to sink in, and I took a few deep breaths, remembering my father's conversation. I'm strong... My eyes explored the small space surrounding me before settling on the glass lamp on the nightstand. Cut through the duct tape and break it! YES!

As I slid over to the nightstand, I heard a car pull into the driveway. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. I carefully rose up on my one good leg, which was agonizing. As the car door banged shut and the adrenaline in my body went off. I climbed back into bed, only to be greeted by an immense pain in my leg. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I moved myself to be exactly where I was when he left. The door opened, and he walked in with a bag of stuff.

"Sexy! Got a surprise for you."

I drew my gaze to the bag, which contained strawberry lube. My heart was pounding like it never had, and I began crying, even more seething in pain.
"Alex my leg..."

He swiftly pulled a bottle of pills out of the bag. They were pain killers. He undid the bottle, taking 2 out. "Here, Sexy." He pulled a bottle of water out of the bag, handing both to me. I swallowed the water as I popped the two pills into my mouth. My body was exhausted and tiredness started getting to me.

"Alex?"

"Yes, Sexy?"

"Can I sleep?" seeing my name all over his body was so odd, this all felt like a fever dream. Whatever he'd given me was making me drowsy. "Alex, what did you give me?"

"It'll help with the pain in your leg, but it's mainly to chill you out."

I shook my head, running my hands through my hair. "Alex, I hate you. I truly do."

"You wanna feel that same pain in your other leg?" I shook my head, crying to myself. "Then Joseph, I'd suggest you just love me and..." he trailed going to the floor. There was a few seconds of quietness before he rose with a gun in his hand. "I saw you eyeing this. You planning against me, Sexy?"

I cried even harder, looking away from him. "I'm sorry Alex..."

"You're sorry huh?" his hand went to my bandage and the fear in me grew but it was only mellowed out by whatever he gave me. "You want me to hurt you, Joseph?"

"No... Please don't."

He moved his hand up my leg to my crotch. "Then be a good husband and love me like you love him."

I nodded, reaching my arms out for him. "Can you sleep with me?" a smile fell on his face and he laid beside me, laying my head on his chest. I snuggled into his tatted body, running my hand down his stomach. My name was everywhere, all over him. "Alex, please don't hurt him."

"I won't if you listen and love me."

Looking up at his cute face only made me more upset. Giving up and just doing what he said was starting to become all I wanted to do. The pain in my leg and the hurt I knew he'd inflict on me if I didn't do what he said, just clouded all the hope I had for that gun. Lance kept creeping through my head, I wanted him to save me, but how could he, if he doesn't know where I am?

"Sexy, stop crying," he said sternly. I stopped crying, afraid of what he'd do. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"Yes. I love you too."

His grip got a little stronger on me and I knew I did something wrong. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, husband..."

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To Be Continued...

Hope you enjoyed the Chapter!

Sincerely, R.J