Reaper's Word

Clair found the next two days to be rather, uneventful. Though that was fine for her. She'd gone to the library to try and see if she could figure out just what Isaiah was. Doing so, she'd heard a man scream somewhere as she walked down the halls.

She'd been eating toast with peanut butter. Hadn't even paused in walking until three steps after the scream had stopped. She'd given a rather depressed sigh. She was getting so used to it. It didn't shock or terrify her anymore. It just let her know that it wasn't her and about where they were. This group was a little better than the last. Some looked at her with distrust and disdain, fine with her. Others badgered her for long periods of time asking her about the house. About Isaiah and the wolves. Which she corrected them, they were hell hounds.

"All I can tell you is that if he makes you a deal take it. Even if it's unfair or not very promising. Otherwise you'll just be dead where you stand."

"What deals have you made with him?" One had asked her and she'd looked at them. An odd sensation going through her.

"I don't make the deals. I just do what he says to the best of my ability." With that she'd turned and left them. The thought of what she'd done still made her face burn. Her mind started to dwell on a sharp conflict inside that she refused to let eat her. So she'd left and going through a few of the corridors had ran into a couple more people. Carlos and Leanne being the two and they were looking a bit pale and withdrawn. The short chat that she'd had with them, they'd told her of the pool game.

"But we're alive." Carlos said. Clair had given a smile and a nod. They'd only bought themselves more time in hell. Just like Clair was doing. Clair went to a portion of the house she knew wasn't visited all that often. She did this a lot, because all the rooms wanted to be used. Any reason would do. She already knew that befriending the house, or giving it purpose pleased it. Which gave her perks, just like doing what Isaiah wanted.

She went into a large bedroom. It had an attached bathroom. She took a chair and put it against the bedroom door. Then she moved to the bathroom. All it had was a stand up shower, sink and toilet. The floor was a peach colored stucco tile. The shower right ahead with frosted glass and curved silver handles.

The walls were tiled white as was the decent sized shower. She closed the bathroom door and locked it. Then stripped quickly and grabbed a towel moving to the shower. She pushed the door open and then stepped in closing it with a click. This was the best. Clair hated being grimy and this was better. Besides Isaiah seemed to remark on it. If she was caught she didn't want to displease him, she saw how that went.

She flipped the towel onto the metal bar and looked at the shampoo and conditioner here. This stuff was scented unlike the rest of the bathrooms she'd been in. She figured that she didn't have to rush, but should be quick about it. After all she had Isaiah's word. She saw what happened when he broke it, or was close to. Clearly something happened, so that gave her a slight sense of security.

"Ooh tangerine mango, how interesting." She said taking a smell of it, "Not bad."

Clair turned on the water but stepped out of the shower for a second and brushed the thick mass of hair untangling it. She looked at herself for a moment. No bruises marred her skin anymore, which was nice. She just studied herself thinking.

She thought that she looked a bit healthier too now that she could eat and drink with more choice. Rather than a granola bar here, a box of juice there. She was still on the thinner side though, but that was a good thing to a point. It let her get into places that were a tight fit.

Clair got back in the shower and scrubbed. She started to wash her hair, counting the time she spent here. She didn't want to stay more than ten minutes. She could always find a different bathroom to finish up in.

She had a song stuck in her mind at the moment and sung it very softly feeling a weight lifting just a bit off her shoulders. She had three weeks, well drawing closer to two now. Still that was a long time. She wasn't even thinking about the after, she did sigh though because she would never celebrate a birthday again. Her birthday was January seventeenth, she'd slept right through it.

Not wanting these kinds of thoughts to dampen her mood, she finished up. Shutting off the spray and squeezing out her hair. She was humming to herself now and grabbed the towel pulling it around her. Clair pulled the door open and gave a small cry of alarm. Isaiah was just standing right there. She hadn't heard anything, and she hadn't felt anything.

She mentally kicked herself. She hadn't been keeping her guard up as her mind wandered. Son of a bitch, she'd wanted to avoid him as much as possible for the three weeks. It had only been a few days. She felt her mouth go dry. Why was he in here? Her heart started to beat harder.

grip with her one hand on the towel was very tight as was her hold on the door handle. She'd have slammed it in his face if that wasn't

moving over her and she wished badly for the clothes on the counter.

a quick temper you have." Though he was clearly

was being sarcastically rude. He couldn't do anything to her to harm her, and they both knew it. However he knew that she was thinking of immunity like the first time. That wasn't what he'd said, he'd said from any real harm and to him real harm was life threatening wounds. He stepped forward coming into

back hit the tiled wall and he pressed against her. His mouth coming down on hers. He ripped the towel away from her tossing it. His hands moved to touch her sides

let a gasp escape. He took advantage of that, his tongue sliding over hers. She felt her body respond and was mad at it that it did so. What was wrong with her? She felt confused, why was he able to touch her? He shouldn't be able to touch her

fast either. She felt the rush between her legs and her stomach clench tighter along with her lower body. It was accompanied by that wet needy rush as well. He raised his head from her moving it to her neck.

forced them flat to his stomach. Then pushed them down to the edge of his pants. He made a darker amused sound against her ear before his head lowered a

course I can." He said his teeth scraping across her neck. "I said I'd give you immunity from any real harm. I'm not causing you real harm by doing this. Even your body says so Clair, responding to

up to cup her breast and his thumb rubbing over her sensitive nipple. It was taught and hard in moments. He moved lowering his head to take it in his mouth and she bit back the moan unsuccessfully. How could he get such a response from her when she didn't want him? Didn't want him touching her or looking at her? Yet she responded, her body growing needy,

she was. How she didn't want to want this, but couldn't help it. He grew harder at the thought of it. That he'd have her body in moments. Hear her

needed her. With one hard thrust filled her body completely. Which felt so fucking good after such a long

his mouth to hers as he started to take her slowly. Every stroke deep and hard. He pressed her to the tile, holding

her deep enough, hard enough. Isaiah wanted his body so far in hers that she'd never get him the feel of him out. When you went so long with your body in a kind of tortured hell, never satisfied, it was incredible to finally have it. Easily addicting, more so than any drug. She was so damn tight, and it was an exquisite torture to be honest. Slick hot silk gripping

her faster. Wanting the feeling of completion that only she could give him. He dropped his mouth to her throat, he couldn't take and he felt ire at this. He should be able to take anything he wanted from her. Not with

and hot, like a slick silk glove. Fuck it felt amazing, his own body felt like it was wound to tight. His muscles all tense. Her body was still wet from the shower she'd just taken and it soaked the shirt that he wore. He wanted her skin sliding against his, but he wasn't willing to stop

were clearly agreeable. He kept his hands on the back of her thighs using it to hold her in place and to him, as he slammed into her. His fingers digging into the flesh. She had her legs wrapped around him holding

Her body so close to coming apart around him. It felt incredible, those little ripples. How tight she grew. He bit a little more harshly than he meant to against her neck and her one

Clair gasped out and he didn't need to be told twice. He nearly let go right there

the pain of it but that wouldn't last long. Only when he took a human like this

as he demanded. Her body shattering into a million pieces. His grip on her grew tighter. She felt the first wave of his orgasm. The sudden swelling of him once again. He wouldn't let go or stop until he sated himself in her fully. His body was still moving at a hard fast tempo and it was difficult to pull in a decent breath. She just held on to him feeling her body staying on a high. This was far different from her first night.

her that much harder to the wall. Grew that much more forceful taking her. There was a

with him. He needed to slow or finish. However she knew that he wouldn't stop. So she was pleading for him more to just bury himself inside her and come in her. Just a one word plea and he knew what she was asking for. His mouth was near her ear again having taken what he wanted from her throat.

tone to her. Easing his movements just a bit. He pulled from her slowly, but then slammed

and gripped the hair on the side of her head holding her there with his mouth

this to your body Clair, yes?" It wasn't truly

ever." Like she could ever let anyone ever touch her after

His thumb pressed harder, threatening to make it hard to breathe. It was very near pain, as close as he could