Reaper's Word

Clair went back to her home and tried to draw but just didn't feel like it. She felt a bit mentally off. Living like this was just not how she wanted to keep going. She rubbed her forehead.

She'd been going back to the studio regularly, but now she was holding back on that a bit. She just didn't seem able to focus. She kept thinking about Isaiah and it was growing worse. She didn't understand it. The more she tried not to think about him the more she would. It was horrible, how badly she wanted his touch. How badly she wanted to hear his voice and feel the possessiveness of him. She put a hand on her face. She was starting to wonder if she had Stockholm syndrome.

She knew that the condition was where victims started to identify with their captors. They started to feel sympathetic toward them. Developed feelings for them. She didn't feel hate toward him anymore. She was lost at what she felt toward him. Yet she knew that her skin crawled with want of his touch. She put her head on her knees.

She was getting very tired of hiding, tired of living like this. It was useless and hopeless. He'd catch her one of these times when she slipped up. Wouldn't it just be better to go to him when she wanted to? Really it was her choice. If he simply wished to use her and then kill her it might be better than living like this.

Clair was feeling depressed. Her emotions lately had been swinging from one end to the other. She knew she was just growing tired of it all. Clair moved to the edge and climbed down. She went out into the hall to go clean up and dress. Then back into her little home. She'd decided on her next course of action. She was going to just hand herself over to fate.

Just laying there thinking she fell asleep. When she woke her mind had not gotten better. Just felt lost and needful. Sad and resigned at the same time so she moved and climbed out of the vent and slowly walked thinking. She moved to the closet of dresses. Went through them to find what she wanted for what she was going to do. She wanted him to be in a good mood. Receptive and her doing what he liked got her that. Clair stood turning to face the mirror in the room that she was in. She didn't know how he would respond to what she had in mind.

She wore a white dress from the closet. It was shorter with a deep plunging neckline. She didn't wear shoes, she never did anymore. No point to it, it was easier to move silently in the house without them. Clair gave a nod to herself in the mirror. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her, and her eyes were tired looking. She felt tired, hence why she was just going to go and find him to see just what he had planned.

She moved down the halls slowly feeling for where he was. As she should have guessed, the piano room. He really enjoyed that room. He really enjoyed music period. It was an odd thing, something so simple and normal. It just didn't fit his image of a killer and creature.

Clair had everything set for what she was going to say. With a deep breath she moved to the doorway of the piano room. The music was gentle but a kind of darkness to it. She just stood there for a moment in the doorway unsure of what she wanted to say now. It just didn't seem to be right, it had been easier on the walk here. His eyes were looking down, but they closed for a bit longer than a normal blink. She knew that he sensed her there. He looked up still playing, his eyes hazel as it moved over her.

"I'm surprised to see you." Was all he said, though she could see that more than one thought was going through his head. There was also a critical look. She was sure part of him wondered if she was going to attack or something. No one approached him so calmly. There was no turning to run now and she knew that.

Clair glanced away from him and stealing herself she moved over toward where he was playing. He watched her, she could tell that he was truly confused by her approach when she never willingly did such a thing.

"I have something to ask you. Well, more of a request really." She'd have laughed if she wasn't feeling so dower. He looked her over clearly seeing if she had a weapon or something. Which she didn't, and his gaze moved over her a bit differently a moment later. He stopped playing, a slight smile came to him.

"I don't give things for free you know." He stood to his full height and Clair tried to not feel too intimidated by his presence. She had made up her mind, and she was going to do this her way. She would get her request or she would just rather die now. She failed horribly though at not feeling intimidated. Hence she didn't meet his eyes. However she came here to do this and just get it over with, and she wasn't going to back down.

"It's not really a request that I think you'd get nothing out of." Clair moved forward standing very close to him she raised her hands and hesitated a moment. Isaiah just watched her. Her actions were very odd and he didn't know what to make of them. Always the enigma, he honestly did not know how to react to this yet.

Clair put her hands on the top of his chest. A soft touch but one nonetheless, and he enjoyed even the slightest touch from her. She moved her hands closer together taking hold of the front of his shirt, where she kept her gaze. He could feel that she was trembling slightly. His desire to see what she was going to do kept him from taking action. He felt excitement suddenly.

"I'm tired, very tired. I don't feel much like running anymore. Nor do I wish to hide for long periods of time playing cat and mouse." He heard it in her voice and a bit of sadness. That was interesting to him. Clair didn't tend to be much like this. He wondered what had brought it on. The fact that he thought about it. That he found it mattered made him wonder about himself.

"What exactly do you wish to ask Clair?" He questioned looking down at her. She had undone the top button of his shirt and moved to the next. Her hands slightly shaky but growing stronger. She glanced up at him and he saw a bit of that spark that drove her. He still wasn't sure what she was doing. She had to know the second she came near him, he wasn't going to let her walk away. It had been over a week. Near two since he'd enjoyed her last and he wanted again.

mind yet. So, I ask that when you get around to it, you kill me quickly. I'd prefer to not have a drawn out and painful

shirt now. Slid her hands against his chest to his side, his body responded instantly. He looked at her, his eyes darker now with lust. She really got a reaction from

She asked, he didn't really see why not. To be honest if he was going to kill her it wasn't going to be all that painful

little and he wondered if perhaps she'd come in this room with the chance that she might not be leaving it. Actually that was probably her exact thought. He wasn't ready to be rid of her, and he wasn't

forward and pressing her mouth to his chest. He tensed at the action. Clair had never voluntarily done such a thing, it was always him. He always had to be the one to start it to force her hand. Over the weeks that she had been free he'd had to actively hunt her down for this. Coax her to participate, and her mouth lightly kissing

her mouth down his chest to his stomach slowly and even if he'd wanted to speak he couldn't have. His body burned from her touch. He'd had others that had touched him this way, but he'd never had such a strong reaction. Never truly wanted their touch. Her

hips and the brush of her fingers was soft and made the skin there tingle slightly. She undid the top of his pants. His hand went to the hair at

didn't want her to. Or now that she was on her knees he wasn't going to make her continue. She was such an enigma to him. She was actively trying to please him. Just the fact that she touched him of her own free will was a thrill in

as I tried not to, I want you." Her gaze moved from him. He saw that it tore at her that she could want him. That she did want him not because it would give her time or freedoms, but because she genuinely wanted his touch. A deep satisfaction came

mouth. He made a low hissing sound. Her mouth felt damn good sliding over him. Nearly as good as her body always did. The hand he had in her hair tightened to the

him too despite his size and her slight reflex. She glanced up at him and it was sexy as hell her hooded expression. It wasn't enough though, coming in her mouth would be satisfying, making her swallow around him.

While his was black hers was a bright aqua. He'd already been very close to deciding how to deal with her. Her action right now sealed the deal. He brought his hands up and tipped her head

it. That was clearly not what she'd come in here for. If it was a thing of his she'd do it. She started to sing, and he moved pulling her with him. He didn't know why nor did

of him. He bunched the material of her short dress and held it to her hips pulling her down onto him. There was a hitch and a

he forced her hips to move. Lowered his other hand to have more control over her movements. Making her ride him, and what a terrific slick glide she was. She paused again with a sharp moan. He ripped the top of the dress so it pooled at her hips and he had access to her full firm breasts. He bit down on the soft flesh nearly breaking skin. It

She was incredibly wet and grew more so. Her body was clearly begging him to do as he pleased, and he suddenly wanted full control. If her body was begging to be fucked then he was going to do

with a desperate need. She moaned into his mouth, her hands digging into his shoulders through the material of his shirt. He ground into her, one leg around him and the other braced against his arm lifted higher. She could not help the

ground into her, his left hand going to her hip. Then lower on her thigh gripping it and pulling it up tighter to him than loosely over him. He thrust into her lifting her hips off the lounge. He lifted his head a slight growl emanating from him before moving it

so long as the promise he'd just made a few minutes ago

hot sweet liquid poured into his mouth. The energy in it was

to take him. He felt like velvet wrapped in steel inside of her with how hard he was. He pulled her body onto him as he fully buried his body in hers for his release. He gave a muffled hoarse cry against her neck. His tongue moving over her throat

pulling them from him and gripped her wrists in one hand. He pinned them above her head bent slightly near the top of the lounge. His body still in her. Hers still rippled around him and he enjoyed the feel. He held her pinned there and raised his free left wrist to his mouth and bit down hard. He saw the sudden spike of fear in her eyes. She couldn't go anywhere, and fighting

was not what she expected coming in here. She wasn't exactly sure what he was

I will force it open, even if I have to break your jaw." She hesitated for a moment and then opened her mouth. He pressed his bleeding wrist to her

He said knowing that the

swallow because she didn't know what would happen after she did. She hadn't even wanted to open her mouth, but she didn't doubt that if he got angry enough he really would break her

his arm at a bent angle against her mouth. He still held her wrists. She wanted to bolt from the room to get far away from this, but it was far too

to break the skin or cause damage but enough to bruise. She couldn't help the need to make a sound of pain and the blood rushed down her throat. He did it to make her swallow the blood. She felt a couple hot tears from the pain of him biting her throat.

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