Only You Sweetheart

“Is Ms Gellar here?” Detective Adams and Knowles stood at the door of Charlotte’s house.
“No, she’s not, its just me, has something happened?” Damon looked at the policeman worriedly.
“Perhaps it would be best if we just came in Damon” Detective Knowles was a kind officer who had always shown his support to the Gellar family, both detectives had. They had also spent far more of their own time on this case then was necessary for their job description. Detective Knowles was a tall African American man with a great sense of humor, though did not come across as insensitive and Detective Adams was a just as tall white man who would constantly argue with officer Knowles but you knew they secretly liked each other really, especially since it appeared Knowles had become a permanent house guest at Adams and his wife’s house whilst he searched for an apartment of his own (which began 9 weeks ago). Except there was no humor in his voice today, infact he looked positively cheerless.
“Why, why what’s happened?” Damon knew something was wrong.
“Please son, just let us in” Damon moved out of the way and let the two men enter, they all walked into the lounge, the atmosphere you could cut with a knife.
“What’s happened? Have you found her?” Damon was so desperate for his sister to be found and brought home he’d not slept properly in weeks.
“Perhaps you should sit down”
“No I’m fine standing!”
“Damon, please try not to worry just yet but … we have found a body that fits Charlotte’s description”
Damon felt his whole body weigh down on him like a tonne of bricks. “What?”
“It was found downtown, buried, wrapped in black bags. We’re sorry, we’ll need you and your mother to come down and identify it”
“But … but it might not be her … right?”
Detective Adams face was full of sympathy for the boy “Right” he said quietly.
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Matt had already made love to her once; she was lying on her stomach, the blanket just reaching her hips. Her eyes were stained from the tears and her hands bled from the pressure of his fingernails digging into them as he held them down. He’d made her take her clothes off slowly, dwelling in how vulnerable he knew she felt, by the time she was fully undressed he threw her onto the bed before she had time to protest which he knew she would do a lot. A quick blow to the face sorted that out though.

He watched her as she laid there, her head turned away from him. He hadn’t finished yet, they were married now, he could make love to her anytime he wanted however many times he wanted, not that that stopped him before though. He grinned evilly as thoughts of him being able to have his wicked way with her anytime he liked as bolts of excitement shot through him as he pondered on what a wonderful wife he now had. He had never considered him ever getting married as he grew up but now not being married to her was an incredibly vomit inducing thought, never did he think he would be so in love with one woman and not just love her so he could get into her pants. He stubbed out the rest of his cigarette and leant over his wife, she was just looking out in front of her the tears very apparent in her eyes. He kissed in-between her shoulder blades and continued towards the shoulder just below her face.

“Tell me what your thinking” he whispered into her ears as his fingers softly stroked the base of her back, he leant his head on her back but so that he could still see her face. “I’m not thinking anything,” she answered quietly.
“Not even about how sorry you are about hurting my feelings?”
The answer was not in a million fucking years you asshole. Obviously that’s not what she was going to say though. “I …” she spluttered
“Ssh, it’s Ok you don’t have to explain”
His fingers continued to brush against her skin, making the hairs stand on end.
“You can show me instead if you like”
Charlotte shivered slightly; no good was going to come of that statement.
“What?”
“Instead of me having to think of other ways to teach you lessons, you can make it up to me and I won’t have to feel the need to up younishnishment”
“But I thought that ….”
“Its alright my sweetheart, its nothing bad I promise”
His long fingers wrapped around her shoulders and turned her over so that he was now looking down at her, his hand blocking one side of her face as his head blocked the other.
His lips brushed over her ear and cheek “Lets make love again”
Charlotte winced, not again. Not twice in such a short time.
“But we just …”
A quick bite to her earlobe told her not to continue “Straddle me”
Charlotte nearly vomited from the new wave of fear and loathing.
“No Matt please don’t make me”
He was already lifting her small frame over his body “I’m not going to hurt you darling, its alright, it’ll feel alright”
“I can’t, I can’t do it”
“Yes you can, there’s nothing to be ashamed of”
He sat up ready to take her again; he spread her legs over his sitting position and planted a kiss on her lips as a form of security and reassurance.
“Ready?”
She sobbed as his hands tenderly gripped her hips; obviously he was ready even if she wasn’t.
“Just do it Charlie, everything’s alright babe. Everything’s alright”
Charlotte began to move her body over him, he buried his face into her neck nibbling and sucking at it as his hands guided her hips, pushing them harder down then she was prepared to go. He moaned in pleasure as they made love again, knowing he’d never love anyone as much as he loved Charlotte. Charlotte swallowed a groan that almost formed in her mouth; she didn’t want to be doing this. Spurts of pleasure flooded her as thoughts of anger and hate formed in her head. How could two conflicting emotions overcome her at exactly the same time? The tears ran down her cheeks as he groaned out her name again and again, she hated him. Right?


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Nina sat in the waiting room, she had been crying uncontrollably for hours. It was her wasn’t it? Her best friend had been killed by some sick fuck and left her body somewhere not giving a shit about the girl he had just killed and the despair he would punish a number of people with. Damon and his mother were identifying the body, they had been in their for hours, Nina pondered the fact whether it had in fact been days. It sure felt like it.
The door opened, the mother and son approached her in slow motion. This was it.
“Damon?”
Damon looked at her with tears in his eyes.
“Its not her”
Nina thanked every god she could think of, but her mood wasn’t any cheerier. Charlotte was still missing. And of course, eventually somebody would identify the poor girls body. The pain of her death had only been passed onto some other unsuspecting family.

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Charlotte leant her head on his shoulder, exhausted.
His hands ran smoothly over her back, she knew he was smiling, even if she wasn’t looking at him. She couldn’t bear to bring her eyes to his face; she’d probably spit on it. And the sicko would probably get turned on.
“I love you babe” he kissed her shoulder gently “More then you’ll ever know”
Charlotte didn’t answer, thankfully he wasn’t expecting one. Dreams of a reciprocating ‘I love you’ swirled around his head. When she finally did tell him she loved him, he’d shower her with rewards. He’d make her life one big permanent smile and she would never regret falling in love with him, because he was damn sure he would never regret or stop falling in love with her. He didn’t know how to make her happy at the moment, if he made everything wonderful for her she might think that she didn’t need to fall in love with her. But if he clocked her from the outside world, kept her on a tight leash she would eventually see him in a new light. It was a true fact that hostages sometimes fell in love with their kidnappers. And he wasn’t about to question that.
She tried to squirm out of his hold on her but his grip tightened “No, lets just stay like this a while longer” Charlotte didn’t want to sit there while he gushed in her very being, she also didn’t want to find out that she was doing the same for him. Because the feelings that stirred through her were not all negative. And that wasn’t good. She thought about meeting him at the party and what a nice guy she thought he was, he stuck up for her against that idiot who was also there, except that idiot probably wouldn’t have kidnapped her, he also came across as compassionate and that she was the only girl in the room. If he weren’t such a raving lunatic he would probably make a pretty good boyfriend. She was too busy in her own thoughts to be totally aware of her surroundings.

She felt his tongue run across the nape of her neck, a small moan escaped her.
Matt was on it in a second. “Do you like that babe?”
“Mmm” Charlotte caressed her face onto his shoulder, exposing her neck more letting him continue. “Yeah, it feels nice?”
“Yeah” she moaned
It was only then she came back to her senses, except it was too late.
“No I don…”
Matt was grinning like an idiot “So you liked it, huh?”
Charlotte looked horrified.
“I guess Ill have to do it more often”
She’d shown him she wasn’t totally grotesqued by his every being, she’d shown him a weakness; she’d fell into his trap.
Matt had never felt so blissful in his life, she was coming around. All he had to do was continue exactly how he already was and she’d be his. She would show restraint sure, but that was what the punishments were for. Denying him her true feelings were even worse then trying to escape, she would fight but he was stronger, she would argue but he would manipulate her, she’d cry but he would make all the tears go away. Because she would be his forever, no matter what cruelties he would go through to get there.