The Broken and the Damned

The Capitalism of Sexuality

*Mature Content*

POV: Kasie
Word Count: 1100

I look over at my clock and see the numbers 11:20 pm staring back at me. My supposed bed time is eight, but I have been in my room waiting for this moment since I got home from the local Boys and Girls club that I go to after school, having told my mom I had a headache and was going to bed early. I really hope this lying to her won't last long, because I have always been a pretty honest person and (pun intended in a more serious sentence) honestly would like to stay that way.

I get up silently from my bed and go to my window. Its like an industrial Shakespeare right now because I do climb down, just on fire escape stairs. When I get to about half way down, I feel hands wrap around my waist and I gasp, partially in shock and partially in pleasure. I look around to see that these lukewarm, soft hands belong to Desra, who is staring back at me with a lustful stare. I bite my lip, unsure of what to do, and she removes her arms from around my side, looking down with a slight blush on her cheekbones.

"S-sorry. Let's go down the rest of the way." She nervously mumbles, and I nod my head at her awkwardly. We continue down the stairs in silence and when we reach the bottom of the stairs we both look at eachother at the same time.

"Can I tell you a secret, Kasie?" She asks shyly.

"Yeah..?"

She walks over to me with a possesive look in her eye and I feel her nails dig into my arms as she grabs me so that I can't move. It really hurts and my eyes have started to water by the time she quits breathing creepily into my ear and actually says something in that sultry voice of hers. "The orginization never wanted to kill you, Kasie."

"W-what?" I look at her with a confused glare and I feel a rage consuming my body. How could she just lie to me like that? What did she want?! I just want to go home, she is really creeping me out.

"And? What, do you want to kill me? Because I'm already depressed anyway, so go for it!" I know it was a low card to pull, but sadly, it is true that I was cutting only a month before now to take my mind off of the emotional pain I have experienced most of my adolescent life. I want her to have pity on me so she will let me go. Maybe she can experience guilt.

She cowers down a little bit before continuing. "They wanted to recruit you as a spy with us, but I convinced them you weren't a good choice." Before I could get even more angry, she came up really close to me and wrapped her arms around my waist once again, a sly smile on her face, which in itself frusturates me. She is really sexy and it's hard not to be turned on by her delicious curves, but at the same time, she is clearly a psychopath. At the moment, I wish she wouldn't have this effect on me.

"I couldn't let you go there, because a boy at our headquarters- he loves you too. But not as much as I do. He wouldn't be there to protect you on missions every time you went out. I wasn't lying when I said I was saving you. I want you, Kasie. And no-one else."

With that she leans down and we both end up in another one of those passionate kisses, but this time nobody can find us, and I can't do anything under her captive stare. Do I want what she is doing? Right now I don't know what to feel.

"Desra..." I mumble into her mouth. Although I meant it as a protest against this, somehow it ends up coming out as an encouragement.

She smiles down at me and slips mine and her shirts over our bodies, to my horror. As the chilly wind hits me, the relief of her warm torso comes directly after, causing me to whimper in delight. I feel dirty, but I don't know if that is good. Im the midst of my conflicted thoughts, I feel her soft hands run up the back of my back. Within seconds the clasp of my bra comes undone and falls to the mossy forest floor off to the side of the stairs we descended together. Before I can think anymore, I feel her slender tounge circle around my areola, and I sharply inhale, my back arching up in natural reactions not even I can explain. She does this on both breasts, teasing me before finally hitting the more sensitive nipple she was so close to before. Her breath chills her saliva lying around and on my nipple, and I feel her begin to massage my breasts as she moves from sucking each of them in rotation. Her mouth against me feels so amazing, I can't imagine how good it will be when her head bobs in between my legs. I flinch away from her, scared of her and the thoughts I am having. This is definitely not what I want right now but her eyes turn from passionate to lustful, and I shiver as she sizes me up, looming over me. She groans in anticipation.

All of a sudden a twig snaps on the soft green floor somewhere in the distance. Desra's head snaps around to where it came from, and all of a sudden she wraps me back up in my shirt, just making sure my drying breasts are covered, and she tells me to go back up to my room in a serious tone, and she lightly shoves me toward the stairs. My facial features melt down to a scared look, and I jog, half naked, back up to my floor. When I reach my window, I start getting inside, but with one leg still out, I peer over the side of the metal structure. Something is wrong here. Desra is gone, and there is an eerie mist over the once beautiful forest. I shiver and jump reclusively in my room, shutting and locking my window. The rest of the night I can't seem to get the chills off of my back and I don't sleep.

What will happen now? And... where is Desra?

*SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER!*