A/N: First off this one is for Kain. I really did intend to show a few moments from B/F's past at some point, but wasn't sure where to inject those moments. There is a tiny bit of it in the stupidly short chapter 3 so I tried to make up for it here. I actually really like this so I hope you guys will as well. As always I really appreciate your feedback! Thanks for reading.
Chapter Five
January 2010 I haven't left that apartment in ten years. Which was my first clue that something strange was happening when we walked out the front door. Faith has been quiet all day and won't say what is up, but I'm not feeling good about it. If I was still an optimist I would hope that she was planning to set me free. Or that were running away together. We are sitting in her Mustang and heading out of the city. Faith is driving the speed limit so I think that she must not be in a hurry to get there.
After about twenty minutes we safely outside the city and Faith finally breaks the silence. “Did ya mean it?”
“Mean what?” I ask.
“About dyin',” she responds in a strained voice.
“No. Sometimes I feel that way. But no. Its just that I make you feel like nothing. You make me feel like nothing. The whole thing feels pointless. I just don't want to feel like this anymore.”
“Lotta feeling goin' on there B.”
Shrugging a bit I continue. “I know I'm your captive, but I think somewhere along the way we became more than that. I know I've been horrible lately. I guess the thing is that you aren't 'nothing' to me Faith. I think in some ways you are everything and maybe I'm trying to punish you because of it.”
Faith takes her gaze off the road for a second to look at me and her eyes are soft. “Buffy, I...”
Suddenly the car is flipping through the air and only moments later lands upside down with a deafening crash. I'm not hurt, but its not me I am concerned for. Faith is hanging limply from her seat belt. I can hear shouting outside the vehicle...
Two Weeks In - 2000 Okay I'm stuck in a cell, Slayer resistant unbend-y bars and all. That's the bad. However, I am being fed very well. That's the good. A few minutes ago I was served a rather tasty Caesar salad and a piece of chocolate cake by a metro sexual vampire. I'm normally used to vamps being 1980's rejects, but these working for the Mayor have been surprising well dressed. I've been stuck in this stupid cage with no one to talk to except for the vamps who feed me three times a day. I've actually been treated pretty well so far, except for that whole pesky prisoner thing. There is even a shower in here with a privacy curtain. Yay! Cause I am totally not into the whole strip teasing for vampires thing. Well unless its Angel. And that is over. So over. Definitely with the over.
The Mayor stopped by here awhile back. He blathered on about manners and how he had a special surprise in store for me. I hope Willow and the others made it safely away. I wonder if they will be able to rescue me? I was able to get one of the vamps yesterday to talk to me and he said I had been in here for a few weeks. I was able to draw him into a few minutes of conversation, but he wouldn't give me anything that mattered. Still even pointless chatter with a vampire is preferable replaying The Breakfast Club in my head one more time.
After I finish my meal I push the plates through the slot at the bottom of the cell. I refused to use the shower for the first few days after my capture. Mostly because I was on the major paranoid-y side of paranoia about the possibility of cameras watching me. After a few days though I could actually feel my skin crawling and gave in. The guarantee of cleanliness won out over the possibility nudie pictures. Buffy the Naked Slayer. Hmmmm probably would give me an element of surprise.
Usually the food vamps show up every five or six hours so I try to plan my showers after their visits. After turning on the water my clothes are shed and I'm behind the curtain in seconds. Its in these few minutes each day that I actually relax a little bit. Worries about my friends, bad guys and ultimately my fate fade away for just a few minutes as the water washes over me. All too quickly the shower turn cool and its time to get out and maybe do another rerun of The Breakfast Club. Oh, maybe Clueless. When I reach outside the curtain for my towel its not there and I realize I must have left it on the bed. Another odd consideration from the Super Snake is that his goons have been delivering fresh linens and clothes every other day. Maybe they are softening me up so that I won't be ready for the real torture. Probably something terrifying like forcing me to model crazy 80's fads like parachute pants and Members Only jackets.
Walking out of the shower I realize I didn't forget the towel. It was just tossed across the room by someone else.
“Faith,” I whisper. “You're alive.”
“Yeah B, not like you didn't give it a real go though.” The Slayer relaxing on my bed chuckles and pulls her shirt up. I can't stop my gaze from straying to her stomach where she has revealed an angry scar. It's long healed, but the sight of it makes me sick. Somehow I forgot about her. Even being the Mayor's prisoner I somehow forgot about her. I suppose I just assumed that she had died after the Ascension.
“Thought I was dead B? Or fuck, bet ya didn't think at me at all.”
When I flinch she just smiles. Its not a nice smile. “Faith, look I'm sorry. It wasn't personal. I was trying to save Angel who you tried to kill by the way. But I never really wanted to hurt you. I wasn't thinking. I went too far, I know that. I'm so sorry.” With great effort I stop my rambling and suddenly notice my lack of clothing. Apparently Faith has too.
“Save the apology for someone who gives a fuck B. Ain't here for that,” she says while staring at my breasts. “Damn you got some nice tits. Little on the small size, but perfect if you ask me.”
Swallowing loudly I make a move towards my clothing, but Faith is standing in front of me in a move that is much faster than even a Slayer should have been able to pull off. When I make to move around her she quickly blocks my way. She is wearing this nasty little smirk on her face that makes me very uncomfortable. When I try to go around her again she pushes me and suddenly I'm flying backwards and crash into the bars of the cell. The impact dazes me for a moment, but then I am on my feet and launching towards her with one of my best moves. This time Faith actually laughs as she plucks me out of the air and throws me into the bars again. On my third attempt I actually connect a punch to her stomach before she reintroduces her fist to my face.
With very little effort I've been completely outmatched and know I need to bide my time before I make another move. As my now aching body has realized, the direct approach isn't working.
“Thought I was supposed to be the dumb Slayer B. Figured ya might have learned your lesson on the first go, but nah you had to give it two more shots. Persistence ain't payin' off in this case though B. Stronger and faster than you now, the Boss made sure of that.”
From my place on the floor I glare up at her. Hard to believe that a few minutes ago I was feeling anguish over nearly killing her and now I'm wishing I could give it another shot. I guess its always been like this for us though. Anger first then regret.
“Faith what do you want?”
She kneels down in front of me and traces her finger along my jaw. The same one she just hit. With a small smile she says, “Thought I wanted to kill you. Figured I'd come in here, beat the shit out of you and then choke ya while we stared into each others eyes or some shit like that. Thinkin' about a change of plans though.”
Her eyes have this glint to them and suddenly my blood is running ice cold. I start to scramble away, but just like before she is too fast and too strong. Faith twists both of my arms behind my back and I am draped over her lap while she leans back against the wall. One hand is subduing both of my wrists in a painful grip while her other hand is rubbing soothingly across my ass. I struggle harder, but this only makes her increase the pressure on my arms until I cry out.
“Faith what are you doing?” I gasp through the pain.
“Came in here to kill ya B, but I just realized that shit ain't good enough for ya. You need to be taken down a peg, and I think I got just the thing. You telling me you're better than I am. Treating me like shit, or treating me like I'm not there at all. Fuck that B. Time ta realize that your shit ain't any sweeter than mine.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her hand lands on my ass several times and it feels like the air has been sucked out of my lungs the pain is so intense. Faith's hand slapping me with normal Slayer strength would have been terrible, but this is more than I could have possibly anticipated. Whatever new strength she has makes the pain at least three times what I myself could inflict. After about ten or so blows she lets up and rubs the abused area soothingly for a moment before beginning again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Faith rains blow after blow down upon my ass without mercy. The pain is blinding and humiliating and feels like it has gone on forever. Ten minutes or thirty minutes or an hour, I have no idea. I just know that I suddenly can't remember the last time my ass didn't feel like it was on fire. First I was cursing her and now finally I am begging her to stop through my tears. Promising her anything if only she will relent. That must have been the right thing to say because finally she stops and begins to gently caress my ass again.
“Shit is hot B. Enjoyed the fuck out of that. You?”
“Fuck you Faith,” I choke out between sobs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She lays into me harder than before. I am trying to scream bloody murder, but my throat is so raw that my shouts only come out as weak croaks. This time when she finishes there is no gentle rubbing. Her nails are scoring my cheeks and I think she must be drawing blood.
Faith is laughing lightly when she asks, “Gonna show some respect now B? If I gotta show you again it ain't gonna be pretty. Promise you that.”
“Yes, Faith. I'm sorry.”
With a choked laughed she releases my hands, but I don't dare move other than to lay my arms upon the ground.
Laughing one more time Faith says, “You see me now don't ya B? Even with your face pushed into the ground you see me. I ain't fuckin' invisible to you no more am I?”
When I don't answer quickly enough she delivers another slap to my ass. “No Faith. Not invisible.”
Just when I thought the situation couldn't get worse Faith runs her fingers between my legs. What she finds there is more mortifying than the spanking itself.
“You're fuckin' wet B! You enjoyed that shit! Did you like me spankin' your ass like a little bitch?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “You like this B? Answer me!” Faith shouts and then continues pounding my ass cheeks with the flat of her hand like a woman possessed.
I don't answer her with words, but I do answer all the same. My head shoots up, and I soundlessly scream as an orgasm shoots through my body and I cum all over her. The last thing I hear before I black out is Faith's mocking laughter.
Two Years - 2002 Faith has been gone for two months now. The reprieve is always welcome, but she was expected back a few weeks ago and I feel like my nerves are on edge. Any moment she could arrive and then hell will reassert itself into my life. This is the longest she has been away from me since my capture. There is no escape from this damn apartment. I used to dream of rescue constantly. I thought for sure my friends would arrive and somehow save the day. That is how it always used to work right? Somehow we would always find a way to win. Every day I spend in this place makes me feel a little more hopeless. Magic keeps me inside. Makes me her prisoner.
But its my own body's betrayal that makes me her lover. Initially she forced me to have sex with her and I tried to fight her every single time. Was it rape? Yes. No. I don't know. For every part of me that hated her touch there was a part of me that loved it too.
I knew love making once before and what I do with Faith is not that. There is nothing loving or gentle about our coupling. Except I cum every single time. Faith says she doesn't care about my pleasure, but she never fails to seek it out. I think perhaps my orgasms are yet another way of her proving her dominance over me.
The phone rings reach over and grab it from the table next to where I am sitting on the couch.
“Hello?”
“Hi Miss. Summers, this is Johnny. Faith's doorman.”
“Hi Johnny how can I help you?” I ask politely. I initially tried to be rude to Faith's employees but found all of them to be nothing, but kind despite my hostility. Being mean to them all the time takes more effort than its worth and I'd rather save my anger for the one person who deserves it the most.
“Um hey. Faith just called and requested that I ask you to prepare dinner. She said spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and a salad. She should be home around six.”
“Thanks Johnny,” I say and hang up the phone. He is a nice guy. Probably my favorite of Faith's new hires.
I glance at the clock. That gives me about two hours. No problem. When Faith first moved me in here I was a terrible cook and more than one fight occurred between us because of it. What is a little food poisoning between lovers? Fights that never went my way of course. After about three months of me burning or under cooking everything Faith hired a chef to come to the apartment everyday and give me lessons. Cooking was never something I aspired to do well, but now I find I enjoy it immensely. Making a dinner from scratch never fails to feel like an accomplishment.
In no time at all six o'clock has arrived and dinner is prepared. It smells delicious. Faith will be pleased. I ignore that part of me that wants to please her.
Anticipation is coursing through me when the elevator finally dings and she steps out of it into our living room. I almost smile at her and then a stranger steps out behind her. A man. Handsome and tall. One of those blond surfer types. He is grinning as he puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her close. My chest tightens when she returns his affection and leans in for a kiss. I look away and wait for her to acknowledge me.
“Hey B. Got dinner ready? This is my date, Courtney.”
Courtney? Seriously? Date? “Date?”
“Yeah. Hey we are gonna eat in the dining room. You can serve us then go do whatever in the guest room. Courtney and I are gonna be shacking up in our room tonight,” she says with a laugh and another snuggle before she leads him into the dining room.
Okay I hate to say it again, but seriously? Courtney? Also what is going on? We haven't seen each other in months and then she brings some guy home and is going to fuck him in our bed? I am so angry right now I want to go snap her new boy toy's neck. Instead I prepare their plates and serve them both without complaint. I might be angry, but I don't want to incite Faith. I've learned how to push a few buttons, but there is a limit.
She never even once acknowledges me and soon enough I am going to the guest room with my own bowl of pasta. I watch a couple reruns of Star Trek The Next Generation, which oddly enough Faith has gotten me into. And then the moment I've been dreading arrives. I can hear them having sex or at least I can hear Faith having sex. She is very vocal in her passion and seems to be going all out tonight while she fucks Courtney. Seriously? Courtney? Ugh.
They must go at it like rabbits for hours and she never once shuts up. A part of me wonders if she is doing this on purpose to drive me crazy. Eventually I fall asleep to Faith's soothing chant of “Fuck me harder!” or “Your cock rocks!”. Well actually I fell asleep in spite of it.
I never hear her open the door, but I feel her nonetheless and instantly wake up. She smells freshly showered and I can't help but appreciate that as she slides into the bed behind me and kisses my shoulder.
“Faith...”
“Shush. Lets sleep,” she whispers gently as she wraps her arm around me and cups my breast.
I lay awake a long time listening to her breathe. When did this happen? Her sleeping with me like we are in some kind of twisted relationship. I'm thinking about how she totally disregarded me tonight. How she shouted her pleasure over and over as she fucked another person in our bed. There is only one word I can use to describe this painful burning feeling in my chest.
Jealousy. Damn her.
Eight Years – February 2008 “Hey B! Come and sit down. Wanna hold my girl,” Faith shouts from across the penthouse.
Sighing I lay my book down on the bed and pad out of the bedroom towards her. I hoped beyond hope that I could somehow get out of this, but I should have known better. Normally when Faith is participating in her strange rituals I can count on her to completely forget my existence.
“Hey Buffy can you bring some drinks? Food?” Johnny shouts from the living room.
“Hey good call Johnny. Don't wanna have ta get up later. Oh B, Johnny here wants somethin' soft. Bring him a wine cooler,” she says snickering.
I watch them play around and trade insults as I prepare their food. Faith looks so happy and carefree like this. In some ways she reminds me of that young girl I first met years ago in Sunnydale when there was still something innocent about her. Affection swirls in my chest for that girl and for the woman she is now. Sometimes hate flies between us as I lash out the only way I am able, with words. Those times between us are frequent and usually end in Faith brutally fucking me for hours on end.
But today isn't like that. She is so happy today and I find myself wanting to be a part of it even though I dread the activity. I place a huge tray of food in front of them to replace the first one that they've already gone through. After I take the old one to the sink and bring back some more beers Faith pulls me down to lean against her and gives me a lingering kiss which I return with enthusiasm as I quickly straddle her lap.
I can hear Johnny laughing behind us and smile when Faith flicks him off. Our impromptu make out session only lasts a minute or so before Faith is once again depositing me next to her so she can watch the TV.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...okay I'm bored.
“So how is everything going in The World Series? Are the Celtics winning?” I ask feeling intelligent. Faith thinks I don't pay attention to her sports.
Which I don't because they are looking at me like I am insane.
Hmmmm which one of those was wrong? “Sugar Bowl?”
Faith delivers a smack to my ass and pulls me closer for another kiss. “Super Bowl babe. Patriots. Remember you thought Tom Brady was hot? We talked about this yesterday. Pats are undefeated this year. Only other one to do that was the '72 Dolphins. When we win today the Pats will be the undisputed best team ever.”
Remembering the conversation I smile at her and nod. I still don't understand what language she was talking in. I never do. What do 72 dolphins have to with the the Sugar Bowl? “Right of course.” We both know I'll forget in five minutes, but she gazes at me fondly anyways before going back to the game.
It doesn't take very long for me to fall asleep and I am able to doze lightly between shouts of excitement and groans of disappointment. Occasionally I feel Faith run her fingers through my hair or along my earlobe.
Only when there is no more screaming do I wake up. The TV is turned off and Johnny has gone home. I look confused as Faith is just sitting there and the room is dark.
“The Pats?” I ask.
“Lost B.”
“Oh.” Oh. That isn't good. Faith never reacts well when her teams lose, and has occasionally struck out in anger. This seems a bit different though. Faith looks sad. Devastated almost. I crawl to the floor and kneel between her legs. Sometimes in moments like this I wonder where my anger has gone. I do hate her. Except I don't. In fact I want to make her feel better. My feelings concerning Faith are as confusing as ever. Reaching up to her waist I run my fingers inside the band of her boxers while I search her eyes for permission. She gives a small nod of her head and lifts her hips so I can slide the boxers off. They have little dancing hot dogs on them. Cute.
“Can I take this off too?” I question and tug on her black tank top. Another nod and I slip it over her head. Finally I'm leaning back on my haunches appraising her beautiful body. Faith is gorgeous and she knows it. Her breasts are full and tipped with dusky nipples which I reach up and tweak a little bit. Not too hard, Faith likes to feel it, but she will be the first to tell you that the real pain is reserved for me.
Her pussy is equally as beautiful as the rest of her body, and I take my time with it. She tastes delicious. Most of the time she acts like forcing me to go down on her is punishment, but its not. Especially when I can do it like this, without the anger.
I keep her on the edge of orgasm for a long time by swirling my tongue everywhere but her clit. Before Faith I never would have guessed how much I love doing this activity. In fact after eight years, I'd say I'm an expert. Buffy the Clit Licker. I laugh a little bit at my own humor, but Faith's only admonishment is to push my face a little closer into her crotch.
When she finally cums its with a shout and a flood a liquid that sprays in my mouth and on my face. We stay silent for a few minutes as she recovers and I lay my head on her thigh. When Faith's breathing returns to normal I grin up at her. “Mind if I do that again?”
Faith laughs and leans forward to deliver a searing kiss before laying back again and spreading her legs further.
“Have at it babe. Use your fingers this time too.”
Yep. She is feeling better and I am too.
Ten Years – Three Weeks Ago With every word that flies out of my mouth I know that I am making things worse for myself. Faith is seething and yet I can't stop. We are fighting all the time these days. I don't know what changed, but we have been at each others throats for months. This usually involves me egging her on and being as nasty as possible until she snaps fucks me into unconsciousness.
Right now I couldn't even tell you what started this argument or any of the others over the past week. I only know that they have been my fault.
Faith is busy throwing some clothes into a suitcase. She never tells me where he is sending her, or what her mission is. She never even tells me how long she is supposed to be gone. Even with us fighting all the time now I don't want her to go. I don't want to be this total bitch that is screaming and trying to force her hand. Some part of me is able to admit that I want her to hurt me and that I am manipulating her into doing so. Still I don't quite realize the danger as I once again run my mouth.
“Faith the only person on this planet who doesn't think you are a waste of breath is a giant homicidal snake. Has there actually been a single person besides him who actually cares about you?”
And then she is there. In my face. The fury is coming off of her in waves, but its not sexual this time. “This what ya want B? Want me pissed off? Think I don't know what you are tryin' ta do? Fine B, you want it rough you got it. Ain't plannin' on fuckin' ya though,” she snarls and punches me in the stomach. Without pause she grabs my arm and I feel it snap from the strength of her grip before I am hurled across the room and land with a thud against the dresser.
Its all over so quickly that I am surprised by the slight affection in her voice when she addresses me again. “Ain't hard to piss me off B, you know that. This shit needs to stop. And to answer your question if there has ever been someone besides the boss who cares about me? Wants to be with me? Yeah Buffy there is someone. You.”
Faith grabs her suitcase and walks out the door. Before she leaves she says something about sending the doctor up and then she is gone and I am left with my thoughts.
TBC...
