Tension

Authors Note: Hello there. I hope you enjoy my story but word of warning. If blood play and bondage isnt your cup of tea, this really isnt for you, k? Proceed with caution.

Disclaimer: The lyrics used are ADIDAS by Korn. I claim nothing on them.

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The music rippled through her core and circulated itself in her veins, flowing all over her body. It pounded into her head, creating the link of music and body to move as one, creating the solitary dance of passion and beauty. Her hips swayed to the beat as her hands went in the air to move like waves on water with the voice that was spilling from the six feet stereos positioned around the room. Her eyes closed, she traveled to a faraway world and let the music possess her body and filter itself through her soul.

The club tonight was booming, as it usually did on Thursday night with masses of bodies strewn together in an unbreakable riot of sound and motion. Harle had come for her anti depressant of hard core rock music and the release of herself in a room full of strangers.

She had dressed simple to night, deciding to let it all go and handle what came her way as she saw fit. Her hair was loose and wild in a chaos of honey brown that went every which way but right. A simple black spaghetti strap shirt barely covered her tummy as her belly button showed every time she did a move and the black baggy jeans she wore slipped down lower then they should of, showing off a good bit of torso skin.

It did matter however, most people had already removed a piece of clothing, if not stripped completely, to escape or grasp more of the body heat emitting from the buzzing room.

Moving her whole body to the beat, Harle did a quick move, ending the song with a sharp thrust of her hip to the side. Sighing, she let her arms slip to her sides as she cricked her neck, trying move the built up tension that had pinned its way there. The smell of sweat lingered in the air and people started to go back into their tight ball, each sliding themselves perfectly into one another, awaiting the next dance. Harle couldn’t blame them, she was anticipating the next dance as well.

With a note from the D.J., the entire club blacked out and a zinging noise came the stereos as neon purple and white strobe lights flickered on and off.
Soaking into the beat once again, Harle body move like it had a will of its own, but this time she kept her eyes half lidded, the hazy feeling of being high reaching into the inner corners of her mind. Moving her head slowly in circular motion, her hair went everywhere as her hips swirled themselves, corresponding to her belly dancing tummy. Her arms flailed out beside her as she continued to lose herself in her misty drug of adrenaline.
Red. The color of blood met her vision as she swung her head to the right, letting her eyes settle on the predatory gaze of a definitely male figure. Swinging her head back to the left, she couldn’t help but turn her head to the right, staring at the man sitting at the bar. He screamed dangerous as he leaned back against the bar, elbows propped behind him as he sipped his alcoholic beverage.
His gaze never flickered once, no blink or twitch, as he gazed up and down her body. Feeling self conscious, Harle turned her whole body, putting her back to the stranger and continuing her tirade of body language. Still, she couldn’t help but get his stare out of her mind as she swiped her hair off her neck and let it cascade down her back in strands. She felt his eyes on her, watching her like predator to prey. She scoffed, didn’t this guy have manners. Well, let him watch, she would give him a show if that’s what he wanted.
Turning her head to the side, she bit her lip and moaned, not caring if anyone around her heard, just as long as he did. Sneaking a glance his way, she noticed he had indeed heard. He now had abandoned his drink and focused all his attention on her, elbows still to his side as he crossed his ankles and quirked a sexy smirk to his face.
Blowing him a kiss, she pulled her hair up again and timed the jab of her hips left and right to the beat of the music. She did a side step turn and shoved her chest out, not to show off her endorsements, but to bring her stomach to a more defined position as she belly danced. Leaving one hand to mess in the mop of her hair, the other roamed over her body suggestively, sliding its way over her breast and down her tummy to rest across her belly, one hand clasped firmly on her hips as she did a twirl shake with her whole body moving as one.
Closing her eyes, Harle momentarily forgot the mysterious man watching her every move as a slower beat of the song came and she slowed her movements as the lyrics of the song were spoken instead of sung as usual.
Moving her shoulders in a sensual entourage, she felt her back collide with something warm. So, he finally wanted to play did he. Her mind raced as she felt a rough yet warm hand catch both her wrist in his one palm and pull them over her head and back. Harle caught the movement and clasped her hands behind his neck, feeling soft silky hair meeting her touch, as his hands came to rest on each of her hips, roughly jerking her back into him, making her gasping as she felt the hardness that resided in the lower part of his body. Had she done that?
The beat picked back up and she felt him move with her as they danced every which way, back to chest rubbing against each other in a frenzy of motion. Turning her head to the side, Harle felt him lean his head down and lay his lips on the junction between her ear and neck. Swooning, she grasped his hair tightly, trying to keep from falling. That was her weak spot and she instantly turned to goo if it was touched by something as soft as his lips.
Sensing her predicament, the man wrapped one full arm around her waist and held her up as the other caught her chin roughly and jerked it to up turn to him. Instantly his lips smashed on her and she personally couldn’t complain. Lips mashed together, she could feel his tongue run lightly over her bottom lip and she complied, opening her mouth to let him in. Their tongues collided in a massive frenzy, as fire shot through her body down to her loins to pool there, wanting release. The hand that had held her so firmly decided she could stand on her own and decided to deter its course up her side, lightly tracing a line under the spaghetti strap shirt and disappearing completely sending shivers up her spine.
Harle could care less. Her sex drive was high, he was hot and apparently he wanted to just as bad as her. His hand was inches from her breast and she eagerly wanted him to touch her in places she hadn’t been touched in ages. Hands trembling, she moved one from around his neck and settled it over his large one, moving it a little quicker to reach her.
The song ended and she felt him hesitantly pull his hand away and take a step back to give her space. Standing there dazed, Harle shook herself out her stupor as a particularly loud heavy metal song came to the speakers. Jumping in surprise, she turned quickly to make sure her hunk of male meat hadn’t left her wanting and needy.
He stared at her knowingly, hand in pocket as his other pulled out a pair of shades and settled them on his face. Shades in building? Noticing her stare he chuckled and explained, \"The strobe lights get to me. Hurts like a bitch\". Laughing Harle nodded her head in agreement and glanced at a couple who had just left a table free.
Inclining her head with a smile, she watched the man turn and glance in the direction she indicated and gave a smile of his own. \"Why not,\" he shrugged, waiting for her to walk ahead of him. Making her way swiftly, she scooted herself in the plush leather seats and now viewed the man slowly making his way toward her, that predatory gaze still dawning his face.
He wore a black business like suit that was buttoned only in the lower portion, showing off his pale, buff skin. She didn’t understand how he was so lean and yet muscled well. His hair, which was stark light and straight as can be, brought his red eyes. Contacts? She wondered and decided to ask him.
Watching him slide in, she noticed he kept his distance on the other side of the table, leaning himself on his elbows. \"So, I didn’t catch your name back there?\" Harle implied as a question, stretching her arms above her head and giving a quick roll to the head. \"Jean-Babtiste,\" he said, a French accent rolling out of him, sliding his shades down to glance at her over the rim \" Jean for short. You are?\"
Shaking her head from his gaze, she stretched her hand across the table noticing he held her attention a lot. \"Harle,\" they shook hands, Harle feeling apprehension as they disconnected. She so badly wanted him to touch her. \"Order,\" Harle looked up at him with her eyebrows raised, then noticed a waitress had come to attend to them. \"Oh, I\'ll have a White Russian please,\" she said, not liking the way the women was eyeing Jean like she would jump him right then and there and rape him. \"Screaming Orgasm,\" Jean said huskily, not even looking at the waitress and sending his intent to her with sexy smile, still looking over his shades. Harle dared herself to give a playful smile before she about died. Forward and sexy, how she liked her men.
The waitress nodded and scampered away to get their drinks. \"So, are those contacts?\" Harle asked, pointing to his eyes. Jean just gave her a sexy wink and nodded with a quick \"Yes\".
\"You come here often?\" he asked, tracing circle motions on the table with is finger. \"Yep,\" Harle answered, looking at the people dancing with a loving gaze though she didn’t know half the people. \"It shows,\" he continued and Harle briefly prided herself, \"you dance very good,\" the tone of his voice made her pride ship to embarrassment as she felt her face grow red. \"Well, ah-you pick things up here and there, to-ah,\" she stammered as their drinks found themselves in front of their orderees.
Chuckling, Jean took a gulp of his drink and set it back down. \"What about you?\" Harle deterred, trying to bounce the question back on him. \"First time actually. To this club I mean, I don’t get a chance to get out often, but, if everyone here dances like you do, I think I\'ll try my damnest to make it back\". He flashed her a grin and this time Harle let out a nervous chuckle and buried her head in her arms.
\"Im not really all that good. There are people out there that could do wayyyyy better then me!\" she said, taking a sip of her drink as well to have something to stare at besides him. Looking at her, Jean leaned over the table some and signaled for her to lean in too. Curiosity getting the better of her, she did as told felt him turn her head to whisper in her ear. \"Do you dance that way anywhere?,\" his breath tickled her ear as her heart stopped. Was that and invitation? Pulling back, she stared at him dumbly having mixed emotions......
The apartment complex door, slammed open as two bodies fought their way through the door frame. Lips smoldered into each other, one fought to turn on the light as the other tried to shut the door with their foot.
Without breaking contact, they looked like they die if they did, they made their way to the kitchen as Harle tossed her keys on the counter. Moaning, she felt him slam her into the counter as his lips attacked her throat, his warm tongue leaving a light trail of saliva on her skin. Her legs entwined themselves in his as their arms tried to find a comfortable place to position themselves.
\"Wait, wait,\" Harle breath, pushing him lightly away even though she was smacking herself stupid inwardly. \"What?\" he said calmly, hands still roaming over her body. \"You want some juice?\" she asked quickly, swiveling her way around him and heading to the cabinet to get some glasses. Why of all times was she getting nervous?
Looking as if he wondered what the hell happened, he hesitantly said yes and settled himself in a calm leaning pose against the counter. Nodding, she pored him a glass and handed it to him. \"Um, make yourself at home,\" she said, slowly taking steps away from him, \"I\'ll, uh, be right back,\" walking off, Jean sighed and walked himself back to the living room. Women.
The room was tastefully decorated in a plush green carpet that accented the white whiles and the various furniture scattered everywhere. Seeing no tv, he sat his juice down and nestled himself into the green couch, resting his hands on his knees.
Around this time, Harle came out of a door on his left dressed in a baby blue shirt with heart pajama pants, hair brushed. He eyed her choice of attire and she gave him a sheepish laugh. \"Laundry day?\" she offered, sitting on the opposite couch from him. He gave a chuckle, his shades long gone, as he stood and walked over to her.
Sitting down beside her, he caressed her chin. \"Your beautiful no matter what you wear,\" he whispered, leaning in and giving her ear a lick. Harle shuttered and scooted away against her better judgement. \"Um, how about--\"
\"How about you stop playing Shy Susie and stop shirking,\" he offered. Harle reeled back offended. She hadn’t promised him anything. \"Look,\" she started, watching him get more annoyed by the second. \"I--\" she was cut off again as he literally jumped her, sending them both sprawling backwards on the couch as he crushed his lips to hers.
This time it was different then before. It was rougher, more lust filled, as he bruisingly smothered her lips. She felt his hands pull at her shirt and she tried to shoo them away. With a growl, Jean frustratingly pushed her hands away and continued his ministrations, letting go her lips to continue to her neck.
\"Stop!\" Harle ordered and instead of being met with compliance, she felt a sharp sting to her cheek that cracked her neck to the side sharply. Tears came to her eyes as she felt the impulse of the blood rush to the struck spot on her face. He had slapped her. \"Now, if you are done whining,\" he continued but she brought a hand to her face and lightly touched her cheek. \"Get out,\" she said feebly, starting to sit up and push him off her.
\"No can do ma cherie,\" he chuckled, pushing her back down on the couch. She felt him grip her shoulders tightly, as she kicked at him. \"Let go!\" she screamed, trying to punch at him with no response. He laughed at her as she tried to push him off with all her might. \"No no. The funs just beginning,\" he whispered, licking his upper lip suggestively.
Harle stared in horror as he ripped her shirt completely off her body. Why did she take a stranger to her house? How stupid. She felt him move his bruising hands from her shoulders and grasped both her wrist in his hand, just like at the club but with a crooked intent. He pinned her to the couch, holding her lower body down with the his weight. His other hand worked to undo his jacket and he shrugged it off, revealing large scars adoring his arms and lower torso area. What were those from? Other women?
He stared at her breast hungrily before dipping his head and feasting himself on her nipple. Harle cried out from the impact, hating herself even more for enjoying it. Jerking away, she felt him bite down into her breast hard. A scream spilled from her throat and tears streamed down her face as she watched him lean up and laugh, blood on lips and smeared on his face and teeth. Oh God, he had bit her so hard she started bleeding.
He smiled at her then, his teeth covered in blood, looking all the world like the cheshire cat. \"Now now, don’t cry. You’ll have much more to cry about as we progress!\" he said it all to happily as he picked up her fallen shirt and tore some shreds with his teeth.
Sheer horror coming over her face, Harle tried pushing him again, this time succeeding in pushing him off her entirely. Not bothering to see if she could salvage her shirt, she made her way to the door, glad she didn’t bring him straight to her bedroom. Just when her fingertips brushed the door knob, she felt herself be rammed into, effectively pushing herself into the counter, jabbing the edge into her side. \"Don’t run cherie. You’ll hurt my feelings!\" she heard him say in a whining voice. Struggling, she felt him pick her up easily and bring her back to the couch, picking up the discarded shirt.
Smiling happily, he tied her wrist together, making sure they were tight to her side table before moving away to take off her pajama pants, along with her undies and tying her feet together binding them as well to the side table on the other end. Her body now lay completely naked and vulnerable to his eye, which he greedily roamed over with before picking up her underwear and stuffing them in her mouth, completing the bondage with wrapping a piece of ripped pajama pants around her head to secure them there.
\"Now, don’t go anywhere,\" he said mockingly and she watched him walk off into the kitchen, \"I\'ll be right back\". She noticed her opportunity, if there even was one, and struggled to get out of her bonds. Moaning to herself, she heard him move around in her kitchen, pots and pans leaving a loud rang in the air. What was he doing?
Shaking her head, she decided she didn’t want to know and struggled more, successfully knocking over the side table her feet were tied to. At this time, Jean walked back into her living room, stark naked with his member fully erect to Harles wide eyes. \"Oh! Had an accident did we?\" he said cheerfully, rushing back over to pick her feet up and set them back on the couch gingerly, like she would break. Harle cried and pleaded through her bond but he just chuckled happily and moved himself back on her, his movements signaling something gleaming in the light.
Smiling devishly, Jean held the object up for her to see, watching with hot intensity as her heart sped up and she tried to get away with more fervor. \"The big bad knife scare you?\" he sad sadistically. More tears leaked out of her eyes and Harle screamed for help with all her might. \"No one can here you,\" he said, spacing the words like she was dumb. Without warning, he punched her in the lip, her ribs, her stomach, anywhere he could reach. The knife in his hand didn’t keep its distance either, cutting gashes across her body as he continued to bash her physically and mentally.
Shoulders sagging, Harle sniffled and led her head drop, giving up. It was too much. \"Don’t do that cherie,\" he cooed, using his knees to slide her legs apart, \"the fights half the fun!\" she felt her stomach lurch. This was all a sick entertainment for him. She tensed her muscles wondering if he was going to enter her now but she was shocked as she felt something cold slice into her orifice.
A scream like no other escaped her throat, hoarse and dry as her body convulsed around the blade in her inner core. Grinning madly, he pulled out the knife, watching with glee as her face contorted into an ugly picture, eyes bulging from their sockets, mouth wide agape in a silent scream. Shaking his head in play disappointment, Jean lifted the blade and Harle saw it was completely covered in metallic substance as he held in close to her eyes so she could even smell the mix of her arousal and blood. Her blood. Fresh tears streamed down her face as he wiped the sticky ooze on her cheek, the metal now warmed by the red liquid, and brought the blade to his mouth, slowly licking the blood from the hilt to the tip. \"Now, if you have your spirit back,\" he chided, opening her legs again and this time pushing himself into her, stretching her already chopped area apart in a burning sensation.
Not even caring for her well being, Jean started a rough and quick pace, sending Harle in a fit of burning pain and screams each time he entered her, her blood being a lubricant for her dry lips to make it easy for him.
\"Oh,\" she whimpered, muscles clenched as he tore her apart. It hurt. It hurt so bad. No thought could process to her mind. The only thing she could think was pain. Pure, torturing pain. \"Oh God,\" she mustered, squeezing her eyes tight. \"Im your God now cherie,\" he whispered in her ear while grabbing a fistful of her hair. This only made her moan and cry more as he rode her quickly and harshly, all the while cackling loudly. Seeing her lose her hope, Jean bent down and kissed her roughly, biting her lip hard to be spell blood all over her chin and neck. He took the knife and traced small circles all over her stomach and chest as he rode her over and over, cutting her skin like scissors to paper.
She didn’t know how much time had passed. An hour? Two hours? Five minutes? All she knew was that the pain was unbearable. She couldn’t scream anymore. Her throat was to harsh and she was sure she had cried herself out. Nausea had long since claimed her and spewed from her blood crusted lips and spittle dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Dried tears stained her cheeks coated by new ones over and over as her wrist and ankles were rubbed raw by the tight fabric.
Why? the question repeated itself over and over in her head as she tried to block out all the horrible things he was doing. Every time she tried to act the doll, he did something horrible, in human, to make her feel shameful, disgusting, and wanting to desperately get away that she start struggling again.
This was all a game to him. He wanted her to fight. She tried not to but he made it excruciatingly hard. So hard. With her last bit of breath, Harle let out one final scream before the pit fall of inky stillness descended her as his game continued along with her hell.......

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I would never encourage this in real life however, I had to get the plot out of my mind. R&R!

Love,
RoKe