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[CLOSED] right from the start you were the thief who stole my heart

WHO: Raina and Frederick Chilton
WHERE: A very romantic cabin in the woods near Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Valentine's Day
WHAT: Chilton and Raina finally make up!
WARNINGS: Forced sedation, torture, bloodplay, romance.

[ Raina had spent the entire morning of Valentine's Day depressed. And then as she passed the commercials and couples and sales on flowers and candy in the windows, it just started to fill her with anger. How could Chilton treat her like this? And more importantly, how could she have let him? Raina had always prided herself on never being anyone's victim. And for the tears she shed, for the fact that she was spending Valentine's Day alone -- well, Chilton had to pay, didn't he?

And so, Raina had texted him. She texted him and told him she was finally ready to make up. She told him she would pick him up from work and they could go someplace romantic she had booked for the evening. Those were the things she told him. And Raina got all dolled up for the occasion, wearing a silk cocktail dress with flower lace and twisting her hair up, securing it with white roses.

When he got to the car, Raina looked over at him with nothing short of adoration. And then, she climbed over the console to straddle his lap, leaning in to kiss him hungrily -- tasting him as though she had been starving for days. (20 days in counting, actually.) Raina was all heat and desire as she took her lips off of his long enough to murmur. ]

God, I've missed you.

[ One hand reaching out to put his hand on her bare thigh as the other casually opened the console to snake its way around the prepared syringe. ]

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[He had smiled hesitantly when she drove up along the cul-de-sac bend to his hospital's front -- he was waiting outside, enduring the brisk winter winds. But Frederick Chilton carried a glowing hope beneath his heavy winter coat and the furrow of his brow; he had in his pocket a thing. Something he was sure would win her over. This would be the first time in twenty days that they held each other once more, and he wanted this to be memorable in every way possible.]

I've missed you too.

[He confessed, hurriedly, his anxiety over their reunion thawing away with the speed of a globally warmed Arctic. The glacier of anticipation simply sank into the sea of his consciousness, and his focus rose to swallow Raina -- only Raina. Her lips on his, how sweet she smelled, the warmth of her body, her peerless taste. She looked stunning, he was distracted by her sheer beauty.

He was so easily distracted by her.

Chilton didn't know about the syringe until the needle pierced his skin. He flinched -- ill-advisable -- and his vision blurred. His heart rate slowed, he could identify a sedative just before unconsciousness took him.]

[ Raina's hand had come up to tangle in Chilton's hair, suddenly jerking it to the side and plunging the needle with deft accuracy right into his jugular. Her eyes lingered on him, a smirk creasing her lips. ]

Don't worry, baby. I know the exact components of your body and tailored this exactly to your specifications. [ She had taken blood from him enough times! ] Rest now. We'll be there before you know it.

[ One final, lingering kiss before she pulled the seatbelt across his chest as she climbed off of him, clicking it into place. Had to make certain he was safe and sound for the drive, after all.

Raina spared a cautious glance around them -- just to ensure no one had seen before she peeled out of the parking lot and got on the road. The drive took about forty minutes to get them to this secluded cabin in the woods. And when Raina got out of the car, she utilized a few vines to help her in getting Chilton out as well and into the cabin.

The basement had been equipped for all of their little BDSM needs. And Raina took care to remove Chilton's coat, suit jacket and shirt -- folding them up and keeping them neat and tidy before she carefully bound him to a metal X. Arms at the top, legs at the bottom.

Then Raina sat and waited for him to awaken. And when he did, the first thing he got was a slightly bitter: ]

Happy Valentine's Day, Frederick.

Edited 2017-02-19 19:44 (UTC)

Raina --? [Groggily, at first. Chilton blinked, roused to awareness, his heart rate picking up speed. He was upright, secured, and unable to move his limbs... Panic shot his bloodstream, he gasped and attempted to flail, attempted to slither away. But the metal had was bond to held strong.] What, what is this?

[Goosebumps on his skin, his torso. He still had his pants, still had the thing in his slacks pocket.]

I thought we were going to dinner?

[Clearly, clearly that wasn't the case. Chilton struggled with the reality he was now subject to; while Raina was spontaneous and at times unpredictable, she behaved within a spectrum of antics. This was... Beyond that spectrum. Caution settled in his mouth, slowly replacing the first-woken moments of terror. She was just enthusiastic, he reasoned.]

This is... You went to a lot of work.

I always seem to, don't I?

[ Her words were idle as she got up from her seat, casually sauntering toward a little table of tools. Fingers swept up a scalpel, and she tenderly sterilized it. ]

I do all of these things for us. And what do I get in return? Taken for granted, that's what. You can't even apologize to me.

[ She came closer, all floral scented and beauty, as she brought the cold metal to his skin. ]

You don't understand my emotional pain. So, I rationed, that maybe you would have a better understanding if I took my emotional pain and gave it to you in the form of physical pain. Maybe then, you would know how much you've hurt me.

[ Angrily, she made an incision -- keeping it shallow for now. Enough to bring pain and blood just beneath one of his nipples. ]

No -- wait -- ow, OW! Raina!

[Chilton yelped as the blade cut into his skin and whimpered as blood came forth. He watched her, mouth agape, struggling to carve out a brand new strategy; he realized now his prior assessment of the circumstance was entirely wrong. This was something new.

Something ferocious.]

I do, I do, I understand now. I want to make amends, I want to make it up to you!

[Protestations. They were but water drizzling upon the inferno that he had inspired in her. His chest moved with quick, shallow breaths -- already anticipating more pain, more agony.]

[ Raina's brow furrowed with mild conflict. This was her beloved and she hated seeing him suffer. But at the same time, there was something enjoyable about watching that suffering. All those nights she cried herself to sleep. All of the times he did what he wanted and didn't stop to consider her. It was his turn to cry. A little bit. ]

You are, my love. You are making it up to me. After this, we should be right back to the way things were. The law of equal exchange and all.

[ She leaned inward to lick the cut to stop the blood from staining his skin before nipping at his nipple in the process. Raina then stepped back from him, cleaning the scalpel (she'll return to it later) and opting for another tool for now. A nice, Valentine's themed crop. Her fingers danced over the surface of it, and she cast him a slyly seductive look.

Before rearing her hand back and lashing out as hard as she could with the metal-studded crop at his side. ]

Are you sorry, Frederick?

Do you want me to be sorry? [Which wasn't much of an answer; of course she wanted him to be sorry. She wanted him to be the one at odds with the lover's whims, the one who dealt with the consequences of the lover's reckless action. That was the whole point. Chilton knew that, he did.

But he was ultimately a creature of pride.]

How sorry do you want me to be?

[Another slithering glance of a question, the sort of rhetoric intended to misguide and redirect, intended to make her focus on the details. It was incredibly likely that Raina would see right through it.

He squirmed, his fingers balling into fist and then relaxing outwards repeatedly; it was the only movement he had complete control over. His own body would betray him, his response was an excited one that had no opportunity to be obscured while he was displayed like this.

Chilton eyed the crop, tensing.]

Sorry enough that you're really going to regret avoiding saying sorry.

[ Raina chirped. From a potted plant beside Chilton a few vines sprung forward -- deftly undoing his chains before they became the new binds -- tightening around his wrists and lifting him from the crisscrossed metal. They bent him in order to expose the bare skin of his back. And Raina gave Chilton the first lashing with that unforgiving leather and its metal studs. This was followed up by another -- more brutal than the last. ]

You can either apologize or keep screaming until I'm satisfied. It's your choice.

[ The whippings that followed were even more aggressive -- every one escalating with the intention to break skin and make him bleed. ]

[With each and every lash a higher pitched whimper was eked out. Chilton squirmed as Raina's vines held him steadfastly -- there was no escape, no release. He would capitulate to her desires. Blood smeared a swath of his torso, hungry vines bruised his wrists, and Chilton took it harder and harder between his naked shoulder blades.]

Raina --! Raina! [Another gasp, another full length body flinch.] I'm sorry, I am sorry.

[The thing was still in his pocket, safely secured. But he couldn't reach it, the one thing he knew to be his ticket to grace and comfort once more.]

I think. [His throat was dry, scratched. He didn't dare clench his shoulders, the skin seared with an unnamed agony. It was easier just to hand still, quietly.] I think you made a mark.

[He was, in fact, beginning to bleed on his back.]

I did.

[ She stopped to admire it, swiping her hand across the red and inflamed skin -- seeing the damage. But it was Chilton's words that gave her the idea, his comment about making a mark. With a wave of her hand, the vines lowered Chilton to the floor, depositing him there relatively gently considering how brutally they had been holding him. And Raina took the scalpel in her hand again, wiping it down to sterilize it before climbing into his lap. ]

There. Apologizing wasn't so bad, now was it?

[ Her fingers brushed his chest, feeling for the thump of his heartbeat. ]

You're enjoying this a little bit, aren't you? I have to wonder if you do these things just to be punished.

[ A teasing roll of her hips across his and Raina chewed on her bottom lip, bringing the scalpel tip to the center of his chest, not pressing very hard. She was just trying to decide the positioning, and then decided to make this a bit interactive. ]

Here? [ The blade moved then to rest over the location of his heart. ] Or here? I want to give you a little forget-me-not. But it is your body, so you should decide where the scar goes. See. I'm still your most generous girlfriend.

[Set on the ground, he put his hands behind him, palms down, to support his posture -- Chilton felt too weak to sit straight without a propping, and he feared what it would feel like with his welted, bleeding back against the floor. It was easy access for Raina to sit neatly on his lap.]

Nnn -- Raina, no. [Chilton shook his head for emphasis.] You don't -- you do not have to do this. Please, I said what you wanted!

[His honesty too bold, he confessed: he had said what she wanted to hear. He could apologize with his mouth, if not his heart -- a matter that might still be up for debate. Chilton's tongue was both his savior and his undoing, and this evening hour had wrought him much more of the latter. He eyed her scalpel warily, cautiously. Fearfully.]

Why don't we just go back home? I could give you a massage. I could get on my knees for you, Raina. Hands and knees, for as long as you like.

[Again, relying solely upon the merits of his tongue. But at least he relied on a multi-talented organ. He still had a proposal to make to her.]

Edited 2017-02-20 20:43 (UTC)

You didn't mean it?

[ It was the entirely wrong thing to say. Raina's expression went cold. Apparently, she hadn't been hurting Chilton enough if he was only saying what she wanted to hear and not meaning it. Not crying the words for her. A scar over his heart then. ]

You can't make everything okay with sex. This is beyond that now.

[ Raina pressed the blade to his skin and pressed it deep, dragging down agonizingly slow. This was a woman who had opened up many bodies in her time, she knew the exact pressure needed to get down to bone and the exact pressure needed to just cut deeply enough through the layers of skin that it would leave a scar. She was only giving Chilton a flesh wound, concise enough where she wouldn't do real damage.

One neat, diagonal slice from collarbone to the pink of his nipple. And then she lifted the blade from his skin in order to make another incision across it. ]

X marks the spot.

Oh -- god! [Chilton screamed out, throwing back his head and writhing beneath her. It hurt in a way he hadn't anticipated, the harsh sting of stainless steel cutting into his flesh by Raina's hand. While Frederick Chilton was a man accustomed to abuse, even permanent damage, the aggressor had never been Raina. Love of his life Raina.

Reason for his heartbeat Raina.]

I'm sorry.

[His exposed throat quivered with the broken noise it yielded. He was sorry, so sorry, he needed her to know he really was repentant. He felt the warmth of her body pressed against him, he knew her floral scent, and he trusted it. She would listen, she would. He was her convert, he believed she would hear his pleas.]

Raina, please.

[Remorse flooded his mouth just as new blood dripped from his chest.]

[ In interest of keeping his pants clean (Raina could be considerate even when she was angry), she took a piece of sterile gauze to wipe up the blood as it dribbled down his chest. But she didn't stop carving until the X was equal on both sides. And only then did she look at him, a twinge of reluctance -- a twinge of remorse. Chilton was her everything. He deserved this, and yet...Raina still felt a little bad about doling out the punishment because she had devoted her time to protecting him from this sort of thing.

At the least, he had apologized to her from the heart. Even if he still only cried that emotional apology out of desperation, his heart was literally bleeding and that was apology enough.

She wiped the scalpel clean, and then brought the blade to the underside of his exposed throat -- considering. And then she moved it down to his groin. Also considering. As though she was trying to figure out where the next best place to cut would be. Or maybe it was more of a threatening gesture -- a move to get him to talk more, to say the things she needed to hear. She had already proved she wasn't bluffing, so perhaps bluffing now would work. ]

Why is it so difficult for you to show me how much you care? Why is it so hard for you to respect me? We've been together for nearly two years now. And the only way I can seem to get you to open up is to literally open you up.

I -- have. Something for you.

[Now seemed like as good a time as any to breach the olive branch. Chilton shuddered, his wound aching with the sharpness of separated skin; whimpers escaped he lips as he tried to speak again. He couldn't blame her for the violence, Chilton maintained a history book of it and had long ago adapted to the repression of blame. For the most part. Egotistical as he was, he feared the loss of certain friendly privileges more than a little slapping to his own self-satisfaction.

He wouldn't hold this against her. He couldn't.

But that didn't mean it hadn't agonized him, that it wasn't currently aching and searing.]

I have something for you.

[He spoke with a greater urgency, his sight absorbing her every nuanced facial twitch. Every slight expression, every natural movement.]

Will you let me show you?

[ Raina raised her brows at Chilton's offer. It wasn't an answer to her question. But it usually never was. Chilton was always about appeasing with gifts or sexual favors. It was how a lot of their arguments had been resolved in the past, and for the most part, Raina had accepted those forms of payment. But this time she was skeptical. ]

Fine.

[ But she pressed the scalpel against his abdomen in threat, the blade nearly touching -- ready to cut if need be. ]

If you try to sedate me, I will make you bleed more.

[ Eternally suspicious. Raina couldn't afford not to be. It wasn't as though Chilton hadn't surprise sedated her before -- initially to show off his power and then that time after the brainwashing. ]

And if you try to give me your cock, you're getting slapped.

I wasn't -- I was not going to do such.

[In most other breeds of context, that sentence would have inevitably been addressed as an insult; but Chilton possessed a higher purpose in mind. Gingerly, reluctantly, as the blade pressed against his skin, Chilton twisted his spine just a few degrees to allow an unfettered hand slip into his trousers pocket, his fingers splayed and desperate.]

Raina. [Said Chilton, flecks of blood peppering his lips. His chest still bled and he blinked back agonized tears.] Will you do me the honor --

[His hand grasped a small black and velvet box from his pocket.]

Of agreeing to become engaged with me? Matrimonially?

[Stilted, pretentious, unsure -- but it was commitment. Stark and unbridled commitment. Chilton flicked over the box's hinged top after a struggle -- his thumb was slick with his own blood. The ring nearly dropped from its wedge, he managed to press it back just in time before it clattered to the floor.

Blood stained the bright diamond.]

There is no one I adore more than you, and I am proving that. Just as I said I would.

[ Tense and prepared to defend herself against a retaliation of some sort, Raina kept a careful eye on her man. Her eyes flickered to his hand, and as the beginning of the question came bubbling out of his lips -- a sinking feeling settled into the pit of her stomach. She glanced at him, horrified. Not because of what he was doing, but because of what she had done to him.

All of this time, he had intended to propose -- and she spent a good hour torturing him first.

Her eyes flooded with both an odd mix of guilty and happy tears. And she brought her hands up to cover her mouth to contain that mixed emotion. For a little while after Chilton asked, Raina couldn't say anything. And when she finally found the ability to speak, it was accompanied by a slap to his shoulder. A few repeated slaps to his shoulder. ]

You had this planned the whole time and you let me....keep hurting you. Oh, Frederick. [ Low and moaning with guilt. ] Oh, Frederick.

[ Her tears spilled freely now, deep unrelenting despair winning over her violence and she pressed her hand so apologetically to the blood stained chest. Emotion gripped her with such fierce intensity, she couldn't even say yes to the thing she had wanted for nearly a year.

So she managed to look him in the eye -- and with a soft sob, she nodded. Yes, yes...a hundred times yes. ]

[Ow. Ow, ow, ow. Ow.

With every slap to his shoulder, his wound ached more and his concern deepened. Had he done something wrong? Chilton glanced at the offered engagement rings. Was it incorrect? Had he not provided enough blood for her altar? He feared another bout of sacrilege.

But then she was nodding, fervently, and he understood her prior aggression to be nothing more than an expression of happiness.]

So that is a yes?

[Confirmation and consent. It was so vital in their vibrant relationship.]

Do you -- should I put the ring on?

[Nervously inquired, as he fumbled for the ring again. Chilton had never done this before, had never thought he would -- his maneuvering proved sophomoric at best. Doubt and heated self-consciousness prickled at his skin as he offered the ring to her, pinching it between two fingers, his eyes frantically scanning her face for clues.]

[ Raina nodded once again, still in the process of being able to speak without the words coming out as sobs and incoherent sounds. It was a damn good thing her eyeliner and mascara were waterproof.

She offered her hand to him, the wrong hand at first. And then she offered the other one because she, too, was clumsy in her acceptance. Oh, as a little girl with big dreams she had fantasized about the day she would find a handsome man to marry. But as life went on, she saw that for what it was -- only a dream that would never happen.

Even all of her harping on Chilton for this moment -- somehow she never expected to get here physically. She had just wanted Chilton there emotionally.

As the ring did maneuver its way onto her hand with bloodied fingers staining her skin, she looked down at it with a tearful smile and a little laugh. ]

It's beautiful. The most incredible piece of jewelry you've ever bought for me.

[ Her palms went to his cheeks and she kissed him, grateful and full of loving adoration. Pulling back with a sniffle and a quick swipe of her cheeks to clear the tears away, Raina slowly climbed off of Chilton. ]

Let me get you a local anesthetic so I can stitch you up. It shouldn't... [ Her words faltered some, softened and mumbled with shame. ] ...it shouldn't leave too much of a scar if we take care of it properly.

You think it'll leave a scar?

[The reality of his circumstance filtered through the haze of adoration and physical trauma. He looked downwards again, paling at the mutilated skin on his chest, whimpering at the sight. Cut flesh, drooled blood. Skin tissue opened for the top layer of exposed muscle.

It was definitely going to leave a scar.]

Ah -- [He winced as he leaned closer to Raina, following her lead.] Do you have all your equipment here?

[He wouldn't have been surprised by her affirmative; Raina was a prepared, meticulous mind. She was a scientific mind, above all else.]

I brought it with me, yes. Along with a bag of clothes for both of us.

[ Raina offered a small smile. She never intended to kill him out here, of course. And she was sure he knew that. She would have cleaned him up and let him walk away regardless. But the torture might have gone on longer, and the deep wound she left on his chest wouldn't have been the only scar.

She brought over the topical anesthetic as well as the tools to stitch him up, resettling on his lap. She began to massage the numbing cream into the area. ]

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

[ A brief glance toward his eyes and then back down to the wound -- cleaning it up properly before she began to stitch him up. ]

[He moved to place one of his hands over hers, merely ghosting it as he was unwilling to put pressure upon her fingers while they were so close to his newly torn wound. But he wanted her to feel his heat, to know he did not blame her.]

I know.

[Tender words, a gentle tone. Under different circumstances, it might have been mainstream romantic.]

This is just your way. Of caring.

[That excuse had already crystallized in his mind, and Chilton wasn't about to edit it. He winced as she dabbed the topical anesthetic, massaging it, until the tingle began to numb those tormented nerves.]

[ Her way of caring. Well, she supposed if you took it and twisted it into something unrecognizable, it could be seen as an act of care. She loved him so much, she was willing to do what it took for them. And this did amend things, didn't it? Even if he would have proposed anyway...

She pushed that thought out of her mind, using a careful and steady hand to close his wound. ]

We could get you a healer. If you want. I mean, I'll take care of you for as long as it takes to recover. But if you have to go to work tomorrow...

[ She tied off the suture, cutting the excess and leaving that part tended to at least. ]

Don't go to work tomorrow. Or the next day. We can stay here. The upstairs of this place is really lovely, and I...I need you. The things I've been going through without you have been so awful.

[ Taking his bloody hand, she pressed it against her ivory dress without a care, leaning in to kiss him with the same feverish and impassioned edge as she had when he first got in her car. But this time, it was out of desperation not deceptive distraction. ]

[Chilton kissed her back, without question. Without concern. He leaned into her kiss, his blood pumping quicker, and he let her devour him as she so wished. He didn't fight her about staying here, even if he would have to be quick making arrangements with Reggie -- so everyone knew. He didn't diminish her want, her need.]

What is upstairs?

[Curious, he labored a breath. While his wounds were superficial, it still hurt. Chilton still felt her wrath in echoes.]

I might need a healer. I would prefer this doesn't bleed through my next couple of shirts.

[Needless to say, Chilton had some experience in the matter.]

It's a cabin. Something I had hoped we could occupy after our problems were resolved.

[ Breathless between kisses, breathless with pure and complete need. Raina scooted off of him just enough to have access to the zipper of his pants, dragging it down and liberating him from them. Her eyes were focused on what she was doing -- longing and rich with desire. ]

There's a jacuzzi upstairs. Perhaps that will soothe the worst of the damage on your back. I'll take care of you, I promise.

[ It was every bit as sweet as it was possessive. I will take care of you. No one else, unless they dragged in a healer. And that healer would only come later -- when he needed to return to his daily activities. Not while he was here with her. Raina would leave him crippled so that he could stay with her -- so that she could be the one tending to him.

She was so gentle in her kisses at his neck as she slid up again, but this time it was to slip him inside of her. Raina was, after all, not wearing anything under the skirt of her dress.

They were two halves of a whole, Raina had come to realize. Without him in her life, there was an inescapable emptiness -- a void that could never be filled. ]

You complete me, Frederick. [ Words Raina had never understood until she met Frederick Chilton. And when she looked him in the eye and saw the way he was looking at her in return, she could only succumb to her pleasure. Likely over and over again. For the time being, they were joined in mind, body, and bond. This was, in her eyes, the very definition of perfection. ]

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