You Pierce Me

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I had…personal problems but now I’m fine. Thank you to all who reviewed! You made me so happy!

Unlike chapter 1, this isn’t beta’d as yet, sorry. All mistakes are mine. When it is beta’d I’ll change it. Now on to the story...

Chapter 2: Say My Name

I lay curled up in the lap of this stranger, my heart still in my throat with fear. I haven’t yet seen his face nor did I want to. To look up now would be foolish so I stare fixedly at the car door. God, how do I end up in situations like these? I feel so weak and helpless, like some damsel in distress being hauled off to lands unknown. I hated this feeling, I wanted to lash out, scream and hurt this person. My hands clenched to do just that. But I didn’t, I’m not completely stupid.

The driver, talking on the car phone, seemed a little too comfortable with this situation, like it’s an everyday thing for a man to pick up a kid off the street and bring him into his Rolls Royce, caked with mud and grim.

The stranger’s silence is not comforting though I’m not sure I’d have preferred him talking. My mind wandered to all those slasher movies I’ve seen and my stomach clenched at the unwelcome images of mangled bodies locked in the freezer of there killer’s basement. I shivered. The arms about me tightened almost unbearably and I had to bite my lip to stifle a pained groan.

I had a bitch of a headache coming on. And with the lull of the car I quickly fell into a restless doze, still tense in the man’s arms. When I awoke, dazed and confused for a while we had arrived…wherever. That thought, the reminder that I had no idea who or where I am, brought back the reality of my terror. I started struggling frantically in his grip. Harsh sobs bursting forth as I thrashed as much as I could, heedless of my injuries. Fear replacing my pain.

Those big arms tighten, painful in there crushing intensity. My breath left me in a rush as my ribs protested. Black spots swirled before my eyes. I couldn’t breathe!

Through the fog I heard a noise, an almost crooning sound, like a stable boy trying to calm a mere. With a shock I realized it was this stranger. He was ‘shushing’ me and rocking me back and forth like a little baby and instead of reassuring me only made me ball harder. Was he going to lead me into a false sense of security then whack me when I least expected it. Snot dribbled out of my nose and I took great satisfaction in-discreetly-rubbing it into his tailored shirt.

The door to the driver’s seat opened and he came around to open ours. Though I had only one ‘eye’, I could partly make out the figure. He was an old man, probably a few years younger than sixty at a guess. I tried to catch his eye, to plead for some help but other than the slight flash of concern that passed he didn’t give me shit.

“We’re here, Seignior. Do you require assistance?” The man must have shaken his head because the guy bowed and stepped back.

Pushing himself out of the vehicle, my captor strode to the front door of what I can only call a mansion. The house was fucking huge! Not to mention creepy looking and the lightning overhead did nothing to quell my foreboding; though the pounding rain and winds soon had me burying my face against his neck. The door opened before we even got to the threshold and a crowed of servants stood, gazing at me. Some gazed with varying degrees of pity; others with outright disgust as though I was a disgusting leech their Master had latched onto him. Like I had I choice in the matter!

A woman, hair grayed and deep wrinkles adoring her face, stepped forward and curtsied before leading the way up the stairs. My captor climbed them as though he had no extra baggage to hold. I clutched him tighter, not trusting his ability to carry me up twelve flights of stairs.

We entered an elegantly furnished bedroom at the end of the hall, the décor practically screamed old-time money and I knew this was not some sick pervert with money to spare. This guy was important and I’m not too sure if that made my situation better or worse.

The old woman stayed by the door while my captor deposited me on the couch by the mini fire place. He stepped back and for the first time I got a semi good look at him. And stared.

His skin was tanned, not from the beach or those fake spray shit most girls do, no his body had a natural glow that gods would envy. His bone structure was sharp, cheek bones defined and there was a not-so-faint scar running along his left cheek. His raven hair was tied back in a ponytail; a few strands hanging lose over his right eye. And those eyes, piercing golden eyes that glittered with the light in the room, framed by long dark lashes. My eyes widened. The effect was striking.

Those eyes narrowed at my reaction and to my shame I lowered my gaze.

“Oh stop scaring the boy.” The old woman came into the room and pushed the younger man aside. “Don’t pay attention to him, sweetie. He’s just being a big meanie.” A meanie? “Why don’t we get you out of those horrid clothes, hmmm dear?”

I gladly turned towards the friendly voice. An ally! Maybe I could get her to help me escape. Her expression was sympathetic and I decided to play the role of an abused victim to sway her towards my side. This man didn’t seem to be one who would have people in his household who were easy to turn against him so I gave her my best ‘wounded puppy’ look and hesitantly nodded. I curled into myself and I gave an extra sniff for good measure.

“Oh you poor child! You have the cold! Not to worry, I’ll have cook bring you chicken soup and some hot chocolate.” She turned to my captor and shook a finger at him. “Now you stop this nonsense of scaring him.” She ‘hmph’-ed and bustled out the room. She was either really brave or really stupid.

Oh god I’m alone with him again. Already I can feel his penetrating gaze on me, trying to tear through the little courage I managed to find. Don’t look at him, don’t look, don’t-

“Do you think you are clever?” I flinched at the deep voice, its timbre running through me in little shock waves. God, could I be any more of a girl? No wonder I’m always picked on. Weakness, I hated the feeling.

“I know what you were trying to do. Don’t, Maria is loyal to me and will not go against my wishes though she may disagree with my methods.” His hand touched my face turning it so that I hand no choice but to look up though I kept my eyes downcast, not in submission but defiance. “Such an interesting creature,” he murmured almost to himself. “Not a stunning beauty but you have this air about you…You will not try to pull another stunt like that with my staff will you?”

His gentle demeanor didn’t fool me one bit, I’ve been around types like him before; establishing a seemingly safe ground then viciously turning the tables. I may only be in high school but I’ve had many experiences like those from the guys at my school to know better.

He did not take my silence well. He looked like a man who had everyone stumbling over themselves trying to please him and my lack of cooperation displeased him. The hand one my face tightened to the point I feared he’d snap my jaw in two. I was dragged forward; the force jarring my battered body had me crying out in shock and pain. Eyes watering I met those hazel eyes which softened as he seemed to remember my injuries.

“Ah yes, you are fragile.” Those eyes briefly swept over my body, disapproving. “Come, we need to do something about you. You are ruining my couch.” Fuck your couch. “Can you stand?” Without waiting for a reply he took me by the under arms and hauled me up, my feet dangling in the air. Pain spiked up along my side. “Don’t put too much pressure on the leg.” Gently I was deposited on the floor, my weight on my left leg.

With that accomplished, the man’s hands went to the remaining buttons on my torn shirt. What was he going to do? My mind flashed to all sort of inconceivable notions. I panicked. I gripped his hands as I tried to talk for the first time in what felt like forever. “No…please don’t…anything…just not…please.” My voice was raspy and slightly high pitched. The words made no sense I know but I just couldn’t…After all that happened today… I just couldn’t bear it if he-

I flinched as his forehead came into contact with mine. I leaned against it even as my hands tried to push at his chest. “Don’t hurt me.” I whispered; my voice tortured and almost broken. I hated it.

Those large hands stroked my neck, fingers curling around its base, almost coming full circle. Not squeezing, just making it known that it could if he so desired. “Give me no reason to.” His warm breath ghosted over my forehead and I shivered. Then those hands we’re busy divesting me of my clothes, methodically stripping away my last material shields.

I stood there, naked except for my specs before this stranger, flushed and shaking from the cold, anger, fear and humiliation. Why do these things happen to me? What did I do to deserve these horrible punishments? Was I Jack the Ripper in my past life? Why me?

I could have sworn I heard him whisper “perfect’ as his eyes roving over my body, taking in the bruises and cuts. I wanted to spit in them, to claw at them until they bleed and hanged out of there sockets.

“A bath should already be set by now. Come before it gets cold.” And with that I was once again swept up into his arms and was carried through a connecting door. The bathroom itself looked bigger than my house! And a steaming tub filled almost to the brim was waiting.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror and I gave a self depreciatory half smile. Mud streaked my face and caked in my curly hair, yet with its already plain brown coloring you couldn’t really tell. My broken specs sat crookedly on my red and puffy nose and the black and blue forming around my eye made me look stupid and more pathetic. He saw me looking and removed my glasses, setting them on the counter by the basin then lowering me into the tub.

As the water warmed my body and soothed my aches I couldn’t help but groan. The fact that I couldn’t see properly made me feel a little less tense. So…good. Even the man’ hands on me, washing places that weren’t meant to be touched by other men didn’t affect me as much as it should have though I did squirm. I even ignored the dark anger I saw in his eyes as he washed over my cuts and bruises though I wondered why he would feel so. He pressed the cloth over one of the places Jimmy's switch blade had cut me lip, and even though he tried to be gentle, I couldn’t help hissing from the pain. His face darkened more and, thinking that it was directed at me, I closed my eyes and steeled myself to further pain; determined not to make another sound less it angered him more.

But those competent hands massaging my scalp then moving to knead my tense and sore muscles, apart from when he would rub over a sore spot, were beyond great. I felt almost boneless and content at that moment. The warmth of the water lapping away at my skin, my scalp…yes I was in heaven.

Heaven, however, quickly turned to hell when suddenly those large hands began rubbing the wash cloth over…‘there’. I jumped and tensed, trying to move away from him.

“Relax.” It was a quiet command. Who the hell did this guy think he is? I knew nothing about him or what he is going to do to me and he expects me to relax! I don’t know about him but when a strange man is groping my dick the furthest thing from my mind is relaxation. I gritted my teeth until the ‘bath’ was over.

After the bath and I was wrapped in the sheet of the bed the doctor soon arrived; a portly man with a big brief case, thinning hair and whose eyes seemed to gleam when he looked me over. Or maybe that was the reflection of the light on his glasses, I couldn’t really tell in my half blind state. And how in the hell did they get a doctor to come here in this weather was beyond me. My captor, I seriously needed to find a name for this guy, walked back into the bathroom after a few words with the Doc, seemingly to give me a bit of privacy.

The Doc’s voice, when he spoke, was a bit raspy but cheerful and it calmed me somewhat. “Good to see you conscious my boy. Quite a beating you took indeed but I can see that even though you appear delicate, you’re made of fine stuff.” The blur leaned over and took something out of the briefcase he had placed on the table by the bed. “Take a deep breath. Hmmm. How do you feel?” He pressed a stethoscope to my bandaged chest and went on to poke and probe my side.

“Like shit,” my voice rasped. The deep breaths and his poking hurt and I grimaced in pain.

A furrow appeared between his brows at my language. “Well the good news is that your ribs are just bruised, not broken.” He removed the stethoscope and picked up a miniature flash light. “Look into the light, no don’t turn away. And your ankle is just sprained. The swelling should go down in a couple of days but you will need to stay off it. Crutches will have to do, son.” He sat on the edge of the bed, took up a pad and started writing.

I could feel a dull throb coming from my ankle. I looked around the room to see if HE had returned but it looked like it was only me and the doctor. My throat worked and when, finally I got my voice to work, it came out scratchy and hoarse. “Doc, you’ve got to help me.” He barely glanced up. “I’ve been kidnapped. You’ve got to get me out off here.”

“A few days rest will do you some good.” He started packing up his tools. “I have left painkillers that will help with the ankle. In no time you’ll be good as new.” He stood up.

I panicked. “You can’t leave me here!” He looked at me as if I’d grown a second head. Oh god this can’t be happening to me. “I’m being held against my will by a lunatic and all you say is fucking ‘rest’!” I was getting hysterical but fuck; this may be my one chance.

He looked concerned and for a moment I thought I had his support. He opened his mouth about to say what I never knew for he snapped it shut, shaking his head.

I grabbed onto his coat before he could move away. “You’re a doctor! How can you ignore what’s going on?” My voice dropped as I begged in a whisper. “Please you have to help me.” He looked like he was wavering and I felt myself tear up a little. “Please…”

“He works for me.” I froze. That cold voice came from the direction of the doorway and I was too much off a coward to look. “What have I told you about turning my staff? You do not listen.” Guiltily I released the Doc’s coat, my hand falling limply to the bed in defeat. Then I felt like a fool for feeling that way. His sock clad feet came closer and closer and I tensed. “How is he, Reeves?”

The Doc moved away quickly when I had let go. “Nothing too serious Seignior. He should be fine with a couple days rest, Seignior Castile. Though it would be best if he didn’t partake in any…strenuous activities for a while.” I heard shuffling and then the closing of the door.

The silence was deafening. We stayed like this for a while, me sitting in the small bed clutching the covers to my chest, staring at his black socks while he just stood there, looking down at me with that air of silent inquiry.

My heart pounded and my palms grew sweaty. My breathing became labored and I started seeing four feet instead of two. What the hell is it that he wants and why won’t he say anything?

His feet moved once more and I saw him go over to the carbonated, my eyes still glued to his feet, and heard the tinkling of glass. I watched as those feet mad their way back over to the bed until he was standing beside me. Lightning flashed followed by the boom of thunder that finally knocked out the power. We were left in darkness save for the moonlight that filtered through the panes of a window.

The silence was worse than anything I could have dreamed. I couldn’t stand it any longer and so I opened my mouth, not sure what I was going to say; only knowing that I had to say something or I’d go mad. I cleared my throat and when I spoke my voice was little more than a whisper. “Thanks for all you’ve done, really I do appreciate it. But I must be going. My father is probably out searching for me and I have school work to do; a project, a HUGE project that needs to be done. And I don’t want to impose or cause any problems for you, so it would be-”

“Quiet.”

“Shutting up.” Yes I was pathetic.

“You are dead set against trying to get away from me aren’t you?” He didn’t sound too angry so I forced myself to relax my spine. “I haven’t hurt you yet so why must you persist in trying to flee from me.” His voice was smooth and controlled and it terrified me more than if it were angry. “Hasn’t everything I’ve done so far for your benefit?” It was the ‘yet’ in that sentence that kept me on guard.

I jumped at the hand in my hair, big and rough, stroking over my scalp as one would pet a cat. “Don’t.” I closed my eyes and fought back another wave of helplessness.

“Drink.” Huh? I looked up to see him holding a glass of…wine, champagne? I glanced suspiciously from the glass to his eyes and back again. “Scotch,” he answered my unspoken question. “It will help with the pain.” He had changed his own soaked shirt and was wearing a plain white button down, sleeves rolled up, that was buttoned only up to the middle of his chest. I stared at the exposed area of muscle and smooth skin. I turned away and looked back once more at the glass feeling slightly desolate for some reason.

Reluctantly I took the glass and raised it to my lips for a cautious drink. It burned liquid fire, the way only the finest vintage could, as it went down my throat and I chocked, my side ached from the force of the coughs and my eyes watered in the process. I hand was at my back, rubbing as I tried to gain back what little pride I had left. I weakly thrust the glass away from me. “No, drink it all.” I wanted outright glare at the bastard but I didn’t want to cause anymore problems where I was concerned (I had had a lot of those tonight) so I did, as slowly as possible. By the time I was through the bourbon had already started taking effect and the pain was fading a bit. I felt warm and slightly numb.

I saw him rest the glass on the night table then turn back to me once more. I felt those intense eyes roving over me but the alcohol was making me feel lax and so I paid little attention. He raised a hand and brushed a lock a hair from my face to behind my ear. The hand stayed there though, resting on my cheek, slightly creasing; the thumb moving back and forth.

I felt the cool hand on my cheek and I unconsciously leaned into it, letting it cool my flushed face. As he took a step towards me I could have sworn I saw him lean over to me. What he was going to do was forgotten when the door opened after a knock. The woman-Maria-came bustling in again, her arms filled with a tray. Realizing what I was doing I jerked away, then hissed in pain when the action jarred my leg, flushing even more from embarrassment.

She glanced over at us and frowned but said nothing on the matter. “Here you go dear.” She came over and laid the tray on the night table by the bed, “You drink up now and by tomorrow you’ll feel all better.” She glanced at the imposing figure standing almost protectively in front of me. “Or if you have problems holding the spoon, I could-“

“Thank you Maria but that will be all for tonight.” He looked bored but his voice broke no argument. “If he needs assistance I will provide it.” Maria looked torn but, after a slight curtsy, left the room.

When he turned back to me his face was a cold mask, those hazel eyes looking as if they could freeze hell with just one look. I pressed back into the pillow behind me, unnerved.

He took in the barely perceivable movement but said nothing. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed, turned to retrieve the tray holding a bowl filled with chicken soup and I mug a steaming mug of what I think was hot chocolate. Just like she promised. Resting the mug on the table for the moment, he turned back to me with the tray of soup in his lap.

Was he seriously…? He dipped the spoon into the bowl and raised it to my lips. I blinked at him. There was just no fucking way. He was kidding right? Though he didn’t look like the kind of guy who would joke around but what he was doing was crazy. Unconsciously my arms wrapped around myself. I felt small and insecure right now and I didn’t like it. Why was he doing this? This man was a whole mystery. At times he seemed, not tender, but he wasn’t rough but then other times I caught a glimpse of something foul, evil and brutal. It was that brutal side that I didn’t want to meet that had me opening my mouth for the spoon. That and the fact that the last time I ate was noon and it was probably seven now. Stretching my lips to accomodate the spoon hurt my busted lip but the lure of food quickly had me tuning out the pain.

I had the strangest urge to groan aloud as the warm liquid hit that back of my throat. It was the best that I had ever had. I didn’t event know soup could be this good. It warmed me from the inside out and I felt my eyes close in pleasure. We stayed like that for five minutes, him feeding me while I forced the image of him from my mind and focused on the delicious taste and texture of the soup.

It may seem strange but this was the first time in a long time that I had ever been taken care of like this. It left me feeling queer. I’ve been mistrustful of people for most of my life. I had very few acquaintances (I wouldn’t necessarily call them friends), knowing first hand how dangerous it was to put you trust in people. But right now I couldn’t help thinking it wouldn’t be so bad to throw caution to the wind and let right now be. He hasn’t hurt me as yet so maybe he was different. Luckily I’m not that much of a fool so I kept a cautious eye on him while I drank.

When the soup was finished, he placed the tray back on the table and reached for the mug. The hot chocolate was not hot anymore but it was warm and I gladly drank. I hadn’t had hot chocolate in years. My mother used to make it for me just before bed but when she died seven years ago I guess there was just no one left to make it for me. My father would never have done this for me.

When he moved the mug away, a trickle spilled and ran down the side of my jaw. It was reflex that had me swiping my tongue along as much area that I could reach. I was startled when I felt a finger under my chin. It moved up, scooping the rest of the liquid that I couldn’t reach and stopped and inch from my mouth. When it just stayed there I stilled and glanced up into his face, a frown marring mine. He gaze burned. I wanted to shrink away from it but I managed to stay still.

It’s not that I was ignorant. I knew what he wanted but I was hesitant to do it. On one hand it was too gross to even think about but on the other hand…I was alone with this man who practically kidnapped me, I was in no condition to put a good fight and I didn’t want to even think about what could happen to me if I didn’t do it. My pride took a beating worse than anything Evin could have dished out. But I had to bide my time here so that when the opportunity presented itself I would be able to escape from here.

So I turned my head and opened my mouth. When the digit was in, I took a deep breath through my nose and gently sucked. My humiliation knew no bounds. I felt like a fool. Oh how can this night get ANY worse?

I made the mistake of looking up and what I saw took my breath away. I felt fear and…something else as I locked eyes with his. His eyes were hooded and his face appeared almost savage. He moved his gaze from my eyes to where my mouth still sucked on his finger to back again. He moved his finger in and out and my eyes widened at what he insinuated. I gasped and pulled back. What the fuck was I thinking!? Oh god, who knows what ideas could be going around in his head right now. What mess have I gotten myself into? I felt like hyperventilating. Nervously I glanced back up at him. A dark smile crossed his face. “Who knew I would find you so intriguing Arisin.”

Panic set in once more. I didn’t want to cause more problems for myself but I may have just landed me in a deep pile of shit! How do I always find myself in such crazy sit…u…ations…Wait, hang on? My eyes widened in shock and fear; the hair on the back of my neck stood on end as my brain finally caught up. Did he just say my name?


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A/N: Yep, now you know the main character’s name. Next chapter you’ll find out all about this Castile guy and how the heck he knows poor little Ari. Hopefully it won’t take me fifteen thousand years to get the next chapter out 0.o

To Aleks, Gslinger, The Skitty and Chrysler: Thank you so much for the compliments. Hope you liked the 2nd chapter

Fiby: I agree bullying is no fun and our poor little Ari here is in for a rough ride with that. Next chapter you’ll see who exactly the new guy is.

Saminada: You’ll just have to wait for the next chapter to see what exactly little Ari has found himself in.XD

Ren: As you saw/read, yes he was given the tender touch but for what purposes…0.o


To everyone else, thanx for reading. Til next time; review!