AN: This is the first chapter of what I have planned to be a story of nine. I will try to keep my release schedule consistent, but this may be difficult with the stress of my job. There will be a main storyline of seven chapters, plus two epilogues of sorts. One will be a good ending for those who like that; the other, well... you can figure that out for yourself. Heh.
As always, please give me whatever feedback you can in the comments ---- what you want more or less of, what works and what doesn't, etc. Thanks!
Also, this probably goes without saying, but my story depicts rape and sexual abuse. Do not read it if you don't want to read about those things.
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It was quiet when Evelyn woke up. Quiet and dark. The shades were drawn, but she could see by the faint bits of light peeping out from beyond them that it was daytime.
Something was wrong. Her head hurt like hell and her mouth was incredibly dry. She turned over to her nightstand to get some, and saw that the nightstand was not there ---- of course. She was at Jane's house in Mentz, in her big poofy king-sized bed. But where was Jane? She tried to pull her blankets off of her so she could get up and check for her girlfriend in the other room, but found she could not. The clinking of a chain sent a wave of dread coursing through her. She tugged harder and felt the unyielding shackle around her wrists. Nothing gave way. These were high-quality bonds, and Evelyn's arms were chained to the bedposts. She tried to yell for Jane, in case she was in the other room, but could only get out a muffled "
jrrrn
!" What was that in her mouth? A ball gag? It felt like a ball gag. She had used those before, so she knew the feeling, but this one was much bigger than what she was used to. She was quickly breaking out into a cold sweat, and not just because she was lying under what feels like about a dozen blankets.
What the fuck?
she thought.
No, no no no no no. This can't be real. It can't. It has to be a dream or something.
What if they had already killed Jane? What could she do then? She thought she'd be able to hear them if they were doing something to Jane outside the room. Then again, this was a good-sized house, so she could easily have been missing it. What if they had Jane tied up in another room?
Are they going to leave me here to die?
What happened?
It had to have been an intruder, right? Or several? Maybe they knocked her out cold, though she knew that didn't usually happen for more than a few minutes outside of the movies. Not in a way that wouldn't give you lasting brain damage, anyway. Then again, it was entirely possible that that was what happened, because her head was splitting fit to burst right now. When was the last time she'd had something to drink? The last thing she could remember having was a couple of glasses of wine while she and Jane were watching
Eternal Sunshine
on the couch. She thought she nodded off maybe thirty or forty minutes into the movie, because she didn't remember anything past the first act. They probably started watching around 8 PM, and it was already light out again, which means it had likely been at least ten hours, maybe twelve. The ball gag didn't help ---- her mouth was incredibly dry from all the spit she'd been forming in her sleep.
"DJRRRRRN!" called Evelyn once more, and this time she heard a voice from outside the room say "Oh!" It sounded the same way Jane did when she realized she'd forgotten to switch the laundry. Jane sounded okay, and this was comforting. It was also more than a little odd, but it managed to quiet the beating of Evelyn's heart in her ears, if only by a bit.
The door opened and the light turned on. Jane was standing in the doorway in her Tool shirt and saying something to Evelyn.
"Huh?" said Evelyn, though it came out more like
hrmph?
"I said I was wondering when you would wake up," said Jane. "I thought maybe I'd given you too much."
This time Evelyn did not bother to respond, but the question in her eyes was clear:
too much
what?
Jane sat down on the bed next to Evelyn and smiled warmly. The scariest part was that this was the same smile Evelyn fell in love with. Jane looked no different than she ever did. Evelyn had seen her wear this same t-shirt countless times, had lain with her in this bed and felt her strong arms around her. She knew those beautiful brown eyes, those lips, those soft thighs. Perhaps it had been wrong to trust her, but Evelyn had never considered that the woman she'd been dating for the last three months would do something like this to her. This had to be some sort of sick joke, right? Or a dream?
"Aw, you're shaking," said Jane. "Poor girl."
Perhaps Evelyn was shaking. She couldn't tell. She had turned away; she was too confused to be able to look at anything but the wall, and she didn't want Jane to see the hurt in her eyes.
"Do you know what's going on here, Evelyn?"
Evelyn shook her head. No, of course she didn't fucking know why she was naked and chained to her girlfriend's bed, and she certainly didn't like it either.
"Look at me," said Jane. Not a demand, just a request, but Evelyn was still embarrassed at how
immediately
she obeyed.
"I'm a good girlfriend," she went on, "right? I mean, I make you food, I take you places, I hang out with you, I listen to you talk about the things you like. I'm not mean or anything like that. Right?"
Evelyn nodded.
"Well, Evelyn, there's one thing you might not know about me, because I hide it very well. I am
incredibly
impatient. I'd rather eat broken glass than go to the DMV. And it's something I hide as well as I can, but sometimes it slips out. And that seems to have been what's happened here."
Evelyn stared at her, not understanding.
"Long story short, Ev, you're a fucking tease. Do you know how long we've been dating? It's been three months! And you
still
haven't had sex with me. Not even oral."
This was true, she reflected, but truth be told, her libido had been nonexistent for about a year now. Either way she did
not
like where this was going.
"So I figured I'd teach you a lesson. While you were sleeping, I went through the photos on your phone. I used your fingerprint. It was
stupidly
easy to find what I needed."
Oh fuck.
"You've been taking pictures of yourself at work, have you?"
Evelyn did not even bother to nod. They both knew the answer.
"In the bathroom, in the Outside Garden booth, and even in the
aisles
. Look at this picture, Evelyn. Does this look like someone who doesn't want to have sex?"
And she held up Evelyn's phone, showing a picture of Evelyn lifting up her shirt, her tongue out and her tits clearly visible, a row of spray paint on the shelf behind her. This picture had gotten her a couple dozen new followers on Twitter, and a couple of them had gone on to subscribe to her Fansly.
"And then I go on to find out you're selling your body on the internet like a fucking whore? I mean ... what kind of game are you playing here? I don't give a
shit
how little you make in a month, Evelyn ---- I should come before your dumb little followers.
