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 Carlos and Leanne being the two and they were looking a bit pale and withdrawn.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.

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 trapping her in the shower. That would just be a stupid move. She should have put the chair on

was listening to your voice. I enjoy the sound of it." He said his gaze moving over her and she wished badly for the clothes on the counter. He noted her quick gaze over in that general direction and his knowing smile just made her feel angry. It must have shown on her

have." Though he was

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 her space. Clair took an involuntary step back, his hand

her back hit the tiled wall and he pressed against her. His mouth coming down on hers. He

slide between her legs. She jumped as he touched her. His fingers playing with her and she 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.

While he was aggressive, he wasn't moving 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

her hands and 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 bit. Clair felt her mouth go dry. Why? Why was he so fascinated with her? There

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 my

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, growing wet wanting him. At least it was what she told herself, but then again maybe

see how torn 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 breathless sounds as he drove himself deep into her. Her perfect little

backside. It was easy to lift her where he needed her. With one hard thrust filled her body completely. Which felt so fucking good after such a long time of not really enjoying it. Of not being satisfied and being left more

take her slowly. Every stroke deep and hard. He pressed her to the tile, holding her there

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

he couldn't take and he felt ire at this. He should be able to take anything he wanted from her. Not with the promise though, draining her of blood was real harm. He

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 long

Admit who was doing this to her, and her sounds 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 herself there

distress, because she would give him what he wanted. Whether it was her desire to or not. He lowered his head back to her throat, his teeth scrapping her fast beating pulse. Her body so close to coming apart around him. It felt incredible, those little ripples. How tight she grew. He bit

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

with the pain of it but that wouldn't last long. Only when he took a human like this did they feel pleasure instead of pain. No other time would it feel this way. She was no exception,

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

just pressed her that much harder to the wall. Grew that much more forceful taking her. There was a sharp pain mixed in the pleasure now at is pace and frantic movement. The sharp sound of their bodies

himself inside her and come in her. Just a one

movements just a bit. He pulled from her slowly, but then slammed back into her in a harsh stroke before doing it again. She sucked in a sharp breath and

gasped out tears in her eyes. He brought up a hand and gripped the hair on the side of her head holding her there with his mouth pressed to her ear. His breath

this to your body Clair, yes?"

rush, at his possessive and dark tone. "No one else, ever." Like she could ever let anyone ever touch her after him. She couldn't picture letting anyone ever

to make it hard to