Email: angelskuuipo@yahoo.com
Pairing: Angelus/Willow
Rating: pg-13/R (references to bdsm and torture)
Distribution: If you have stuff of mine it's yours iffin you want it. Anyone else just ask. I'll say yes, just want to know where it's going.
Disclaimer: I bow to the altar of the genius that is Joss. Angel and co. aren't mine. I'm only playing and promise to return them when I'm done though Angel will probably be late; he's such a nummy treat. No insult, infringement, or injury is intended.
Spoilers: up to and including 'Passion'
Feedback: Crave it like the little praise whore I am.
Author's Note: This is a sequel to 'Obsession' because Gabrielle asked so nicely and the torture monkey hasn't left yet.it may turn into a series if response is good. I don't know yet. Again this is unbetaed so any mistakes are solely mine.
Summary: Willow's thoughts
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The summer before Buffy came to town I memorized the dictionary. Yeah, I know I'm pathetic, but Xander and Jesse were out of town with their parents and mine had gone to Tacoma for a psychology conference and left me at home alone. Webster's was the only book in the house I hadn't read yet, hence the memorizing.
As I lay here trying to disassociate my mind from what Angelus is doing to my body an entry comes to mind.
Captive. Webster's dictionary defines captive as 1a: taken and held as or as if a prisoner of war, b: kept within bounds or 2: held under control of another but having the appearance of independence and 3: being such involuntarily because of a situation that makes free choice or departure difficult.
I love that last one, a situation that makes free choice or departure difficult. All three definitions apply to my current situation, but number three is almost enough to make me chuckle. However if I start to laugh there's a pretty good chance that I won't stop and that just wouldn't do. I've done my damnedest to keep my screams and tears to a minimum and breaking down into hysterical laughter would undo all my hard work.
And damn Buffy anyway. Where the hell is she? I was kind of expecting to be rescued by now. Angelus took me three weeks ago. A week after Ms. Calendar was murdered; by the demon wearing my friends face no less, and now this. That was a fun night. Jenny dying hit all of us hard, but I think it hit Giles and me the hardest. He loved her and she was my friend and mentor. Buffy was still pissed at her and Xander.well Xander was busy with Cordelia. I think I'll shy away from the topic of pain. I've got enough to deal with right now.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the night Angelus took me. Buffy was whining and I was getting irritated. I know she's my best friend and I love her dearly, but I have my limits of how much angst I can take and I had pretty much reached them that night. We had gone to the Bronze and I was bored. I knew she didn't want to leave so I convinced her I would be fine by myself. I was fully armed and had no plans for dawdling.
I hadn't even made it two blocks from the club when he appeared. Now I always thought Angel was attractive in an older serious needs to lighten up on the James Dean homage kind of way. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with white t-shirts, jeans and a leather jacket, I'm rather fond of the look actually, but white and vampire really don't mix. Anyway Angel was good looking, but Angelus as Cordelia would say really is a hunk of salty goodness. Those velvet shirts and leather pants? Pair 'em up with that smirk that I really, really want to smack off his handsome face and dear God he shouldn't be allowed out in public. Okay he shouldn't be allowed out in public anyway, because ya know evil soulless killer and all that.
I lost track again.oh right he showed up on my way home. After freezing in abject terror and not a small amount of female appreciation at the sight of him I realized he was going to kill me and leave my broken corpse for Buffy to find. Well I may not have the greatest life going but it is mine and I wasn't quite ready to give it up yet. So I fought him. He wasn't expecting that. I shot him with my holy water squirt gun. It slowed him down a little, but I think it just pissed him off more than anything. He smiled at me and even after all of the strange and disturbing things I've seen since meeting Buffy I never really understood the phrase 'blood ran cold' until that very moment. Seeing his smile made my blood run cold. He came at me and I panicked. I had my stake out and I hit him with it but my aim was high. I stabbed him in the shoulder. The last thing I saw was his game face drawing close to me. Just before I passed out he whispered, "We're going to have so much fun little one."
Liar.
I've been beaten and whipped till I'm not sure if there is any skin still left on my back. He keeps asking me who I belong to and my answer is always the same.
I'm not sure exactly why I'm still alive, but I'm not going to give up without a fight. I shift my body slightly trying to find a more comfortable position. Bad idea. I can't contain the whimper the slight movements pull from me. I can hear him moving towards me again. Damnit. He'd been sitting across the room taking a break from his last round of 'Let's Make Willow Scream'.
I feel him running the riding crop over the swell of my bum and he asks me softly, "Who do you belong to Willow?"
My voice is faint from pain and disuse but I give him my standard reply. "Myself."
I want nothing more than to cry out as he brings the crop down on my already abused skin, but I don't. I don't want to give him the satisfaction.
Captive. Yep, that's me.
The end