To Become

Kylie had once again been forced to sleep in Ryan’s bed so he could keep an eye on her. She did not like the idea, but not once did he touch her. He had kept his word though. Today was the day she would start working again. She was nervous and was not sure exactly what she was supposed to do. Sara had told her to just lay still and not to cry, the same words Kylie had told her when the two girls first met. She had tried.

Thinking back on the previous day, Kylie smiled. Sara and she had swung on the swing set most of their time outdoors just talking. Sara had told Kylie about herself again, while Kylie also told Sara about herself forgetting that she had probably already told her friend before. Sara did not stop her. She was just happy to have her friend back whether she remembered her or not. Either way, they became reacquainted quickly.

Ryan had gone over to the girls a few times and pushed them on the swings. He could sense Kylie tensing up each time he went near her, but he knew it was to be expected. He just hoped he could break her from that soon.

When the girls went inside, Kylie and Sara had a light snack then sat on the floor near the hallway. Not much was spoken between the girls at this time, but Sara kept telling Kylie that it all would be okay. She just nodded each time.

That night before it was time for bed, Ryan had let Kylie in with Sara while he and the guys went upstairs to discuss trades. Kylie laid in what was her old cot which now had nothing but the hardened mattress, no pillow and no blanket. Sara had her crawl on to her own cot, and Kylie did. Now she was the one crying. Suddenly the two girls looked at each other and Sara placed her lips on top of Kylie’s. Strangely enough, she did not pull back.

“That was strange,” Kylie softly said.

Sara nodded. “Yeah. Sorry about that. I don’t know why I did it.”

“But it was nice.” She looked at her friend and stared into her eyes. “I feel okay when I’m with you. Is it wrong for us to do that?”

Shrugging, Sara sat up. “I don’t know. Ryan made us do it a few times before the incident. He said it was okay.”

“It’s comforting in a way, and if it’s okay, does that mean that we can do it again? We shouldn’t though should we? We shouldn’t feel this way at all, but it’s different kissing you than Ryan. He kissed me last night. I didn’t move, but I didn’t kiss him back either. I don’t want to kiss him, and I don’t like girls that way.”

“I don’t either, but you’re right. It was different than kissing Ryan or any of the men that come here.”

“Comforting.”

“Yes,” Sara agreed.

Kylie sat up next to Sara and looked down. “Do you think we can do it again?”

“Probably.”

The two of them leaned in once again to kiss each other, but this time it went a little farther. Kylie’s hands felt around Sara’s waist and Sara’s hand went into Kylie’s hair. It was after about half a minute that they realized what they were really doing. They pulled apart and both slightly blushed in embarrassment but also in shame.

Shaking Kylie told Sara, “I can’t do this. This isn’t right. I don’t care what that bastard says. This isn’t right.”

“I’m scared Kylie,” Sara replied to her. “I don’t like these strange feelings.” She began to cry. Kylie cried too, and both of them grabbed on to each other hugging.

Ryan and Brad came down the stairs at this moment and they heard the crying. Ryan went over to the girls’ cell and let himself inside. He stood oblivious to the two for a minute or so then made his presence known. “What’s wrong?”

Unexpected to him, both girls raised their heads and turned to him shouting, “Go away!”

He stood shocked, but said nothing. Brad, who had walked behind him to see what was going on, began to laugh. “Looks like they told you.”

“I guess so,” Ryan replied as he went to Kylie and picked her up easily. She squirmed in his grasp and he tried to soothe her, but it did not work. She screamed. “Kylienna, do I need to beat you?”

“Go ahead!” Kylie yelled at him. “I hate you! You’re not nice! I was wrong! Why did you do this? Why can’t you just leave us alone? Let go of me!” She continued to struggle to get out of his grasp while Sara was on her knees on her mattress still crying. Ryan began to take her out of the cell. “Sara help me! Sara! Please! Help! Sara!” She screamed all the way up the stairs, and Sara screamed below, her bravery and fear for her friend releasing in the open.

Ryan had laid the girl on his bed, and she scrambled to get away from him. “Kylie, calm down. What’s gotten into you?” He reached out to her, but she leant forward and bit his fingers. She would not let go. Ryan grunted in pain, but tried the best he could to control his frustration and lashing out at her. He let her bite. He would punish her later.

Greg ran into the room ready to give Kylie a shot that would calm her and no longer make her a threat. When he saw what she was doing and Ryan just standing there, he commanded her to let go. She was staring with pure despise in her eyes at the man whose fingers she was making bleed. “Kylienna! Let go now!”

Her jaw opened slowly, and he slid his fingers out of her mouth. Her breathing was heavy and when Greg and Ryan quickly grabbed her, she thrashed about and through her fist at both of them. The needle of the syringe was pushed into her shoulder and the contents released. A few seconds and she relaxed, her muscles weakening making it hard to move. Greg took her pulse.

“What the hell was that?”

“She just freaked out all of a sudden?”

“When I pulled her away from Sara, yeah.”

“Her pulse is racing, but it’ll slow in a few minutes,” Greg said.

Silent tears fell from her eyes. Kylie had finally stopped screaming, but spoke in a hoarse voice, “You still want to beat me?”

Ryan asked for Greg to leave and once he did, he sat next to Kylie on the bed. “I should.”

“Are you going to whip me like before? Rape me over and over again until I pass out like before?”

A bit stunned, Ryan stared at her before asking her a question. “I never whipped you during the time you said you could remember, and you also said that you only remember the one time, and that was the first time I took you.”

“Well I guess I’m healed because I remember it! I damn well remember it!”

“Do you want me to do those things to you?”

“No…”

“Then I won’t.”

Her eyes widening, Kylie gave him a confused look. “You won’t?”

“That’s what I said isn’t it?” Ryan answered her question with a question.

Ryan lay down next to her after removing his shirt, and her hands ran over his well toned naked torso. He closed his eyes and just waited to see what she would do. She removed her hand. He sat up and pulled her up with him, and slowly he pulled her shirt over her head. She sat quietly as he did so and stayed still as he began unbuttoning the ultra light jeans that she wore and slipped them off of her. He kept close eye contact with her looking for the slightest sign of pleading for him to stop. He saw none. He continued his process of removing her underwear, leaving her bra on. The rest of his clothing was next. He did not even blindfold her this time as he rolled on top of her and gently pushed himself in. Her eyes squeezed shut in pain, but just for a moment.

Her body did not resist to his thrusting at all. In fact he found her arching her hips in tune with his. His eyes kept notice of hers at all times, but there was never any sign of fear from the girl underneath him. Her eyes opened and she looked into his and smiled. This was one thing he did not expect. He pulled out.

“Why are you stopping?” she asked him innocently.

“You’re not yourself,” Ryan answered her. “I’m not going to do this if you don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“But I do! I want you to!”

Taking a deeper look at her, he realized that she was not lying. She was telling the truth. She really wanted him to. She knew exactly what she was doing. Suddenly, she took control of the situation, and climbed on top of him and rested her head against his chest. “Kylie…”

“Please?” She rose up. With a deep breath he helped her guide himself inside. She began moving against him slowly while he just breathed normally, watching Kylie be the one actually doing the work this time. He unnoticeably frowned.

After a few minutes, he flipped her over and continued. Her breathing had gotten more ragged and her mouth was open with small little moans. She tightened against him as her body had a true climax and he came right after. He removed himself from her and rolled off of her. He sighed.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. They both were covered in a light coating of sweat as he pulled her near him and they fell asleep.

Ryan let Kylie sleep as he woke up and got ready. When he was finished, he woke her up as well and took her to the bathroom so she could wash up. A tub of warm water was already run for her, and he lowered her into it slowly. He kept wondering if she remembered what happened last night and if he had read her right, but the answer came.

Kylie spoke. “About last night, I…uhm…I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.”

Smiling Ryan began to wash her hair. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. What I want to know is if you regret it? Are you okay with what happened?”

“I don’t regret it, no. I just feel wrong for doing it. I feel disgusting that I enjoyed it, that I liked it. I’m terrible.”

“No you’re not. You’re not disgusting at all. Don’t ever say that about yourself.”

“Don’t tell Sara what I did.”

“I won’t.”

Kylie nodded. “Thanks.”

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A/N:
This did not turn out the way I expected, but like I said, these chapters write themself. I am moving tomorrow (well today now since it's 1:58am). Each place in this story is based on an actual place. The girl I'm moving in with and I are actually planning on visiting each one. The house that Kylie is being kept, the hospital, Michael's club, Kylie's school and Aislynn's school (she's mentioned briefly I believe in chapter 31). I'll take pictures of each place so you know what they actually look like. I'm very excited about it.

One of Ryan's conceited moments:

Ryan walks into the bathroom and stares at his sexy self in the mirror. He looks at his toned abs, muscular arms and his clean, shaven face. After a minute or two he suddenly says, "Oh yeah, she wants me."