Caught in his Game

[Emstar303]

Sam was only serious about helping him fight the Psycho simply so she could escape, she had no intention of sticking around to help a stranger sort out his mental issues, even if it was some distant acquaintance from high school. She was being nice to him so he’d let his guard down and give her a chance to escape. Nothing more.

The Psycho was quiet for a moment as he considered her words. The heat of his erection was still digging into her lower back. He squeezed her, if possible, even tighter than before and spoke, “Sam… I’m…” He paused, hesitant. Sam held her breath in anticipation. When he spoke again, it was just to utter her name. He sighed heavily, clearly consumed by his internal strife. His voice… that tone…

“I’m… I’m Jo---Will you shut the fuck up man?!?!”

Sam’s body jerked against his in surprise. All of the air she’d been holding left her in a rush and the water suddenly felt cold. It had been a while since his darker side had shown himself. Sam was sure the worst was yet to come. “Hey, don’t let him take over. HEY! Are you listening?!” she shouted, trying to will his softer side back, but the Psycho ignored her and left her squirming in the chains. She knew he would be back soon.

He always came back.

When he returned a couple of minutes later he tied her hands to her sides again. He pushed her down hard. Her knees banged into the hard bottom of the tub. Sam grunted in pain. “Hey, stop, you’re still in there, Jo…” she almost said “Josh” but knew it was impossible. Even if the Psycho did claim that to be his name, there was no way it could be her dear friend. She’d seen him die. She’d seen it… But this voice, these hands on her body, why then was he so familiar?

“Please don’t give in to him!” she begged. “Let me help you!” But no matter what she said the Psycho continued restraining her. He set her up in another uncomfortable position; her knees pressing painfully into the tub. He forced her legs wide open and placed a bar between them to ensure they stayed open. Then he lowered the chain holding her hands in place and connected it to the bar. He positioned her for an excruciatingly uncomfortable and permanent bath, making sure she couldn’t lift her head very high. She felt water start to rapidly fill the tub, hot, uncomfortably hot water. It was rising up her body inch by inch. Sam was panting, sweating, fearful.

“Please, let me up! What are you doing? Please, fight him!”

Josh didn’t emerge. The Psycho was still at the helm when he spoke, "It's too bad Sam, I was really enjoying torturing you and was going to break you soon." She felt his vile fingers prodding between her legs and they were not the gentle, loving touch from earlier. This time they were harsh, sharp, punishing as they slipped into her abused sex.

“If you enjoyed torturing me then stop this! Continue the torture! Bring it on!! Don't kill me!!” Sam was starting to really panic now. A dark fear greater than any before that was all-consuming gradually took over her mind as the water slowly crept up her body.

The Psycho’s monologue about his weaker half being too in love with her to allow her to live went mostly unheard. All Sam registered was the part about her death, and all she could feel was the water rising higher and higher with that same promise.

“Please stop! Please, don’t do this! You can’t! You can’t!” Sam screamed, wailed, as she stared death in the face and it was just emptiness. Blackness behind the blindfold. Sharp pain between her legs. Water surrounding her body. She felt it reach her chin and she whipped her body back and upward, gasped for breath. “I don’t want to die! Please! You’ll regret this! You will! Stop thi--” The last words were a gurgle as the water bubbled into her mouth. Sam struggled to stretch her head higher above water, but there came a point at which no amount of straining could free her mouth from the water.

Sam was terrified. This was it. This was a nightmare. Everything else… violating, painful, humiliating, but this… this was the end! She was going to die! Sam breathed desperately through her nose, but soon, that too became submerged by water.

Sam squirmed desperately, panicked, scared. Though painful, she barely registered the Psycho’s finger inside her tender sex anymore. She was too desperate for breath. She was numb to anything else. Oh god, she had to breathe! She couldn’t hold out any longer! But she couldn’t breathe, because of the water! Oh, but she had to, she had to! Sam opened her mouth and into her lungs came a rush of water as she searched for air she would not be given. Her wet flesh tore into her chains, tearing into her skin, as she desperately tried to get her head back above water.

Sam fought hard, but death was inevitable. After several long, agonizing minutes of struggle, Sam stopped moving. Her body lay limp in the tub, the beautiful bating bird having met her untimely demise… seemingly.

Sam coughed violently and water came pouring out. After being nearly dead, Sam was disoriented and panicked when she tried to open her eyes, having forgotten about the blindfold. She tried to speak but coughed instead and more water came gushing out. She felt a heavy presence beside her, holding her tightly. Her body ached. It felt like she’d pulled several muscles, and her pussy was still terribly sore. Her throat was raw and tasted like bathwater. She was in shock the Psycho had actually tried to kill her.

“...oh fuck me...... what have I done?" she caught the end of the Psycho’s lament once she stopped coughing. He let go of her and collapsed beside her. Sam’s body felt like jelly, but her mind was spinning.

That voice… either she died and this was the afterlife, or this was real and Josh had just saved her from the Psycho… saved her from himself? Sam’s head spun. She had so many questions. So many doubts. So much confusion. She kept gasping for breath, breathing in the air desperately. She doubted what she heard. She was weak from nearly drowning.

“Why?” she croaked, not being more specific than that. Her head and body ached so painfully. She was physically tired but mentally alert. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins yet again as she doubted if this was even real.

 

[Se7en_]

By now Josh had recovered form the adrenaline rush brought on by Sam choking, almost dying and him needing to save her life with the meager CPR training. He had spent that training goofing off with Chris, and did not learn much. Luckily, that part had stuck and he was able to save her. Now that Sam was awake and asking questions, well only one question "why?", he was panicking again. Noticing she was still fully restrained, he decided to delay the inevitable, the inevitable was the need to grow a pair and face the music, but growing a pair was easier said than done.

Josh was panicking and he started hyperventilating again and started pacing in the bathroom, leaving and entering the bathroom "Ok, shit, shit.... calm down, breath in....... slow" He took a deep breath "Now out......." He tried this slow breathing in silence a few times, but then was back to hyperventilating "Fucking doctor, this breathing exercise bullshit doesn't do shit".

He was back to hyperventilating and pacing, not really paying attention to Sam. He knew she was fine, well not really fine, but at least alive and breathing. She was not in immediate danger, so he could ignore her while he gathered his thoughts. Josh then stopped pacing "Alright, I forgot how to breathe normally, let's try something else....... analyze the situation, analyze the hole I dug myself into...... Here are the facts: she's alive, thank God and every deity she's alive, my fuck up could have been worse....... Fact two: I'm fucked......"

That second fact did not help, his breathing and voice were starting to calm down, but that second 'fact' ruined everything and back to hyperventilating again "Ok get it together, fact three: oh fuck, what was fact three, I lost my train of thought......" he was not talking to her or the Psycho, just thinking out loud "She's gonna understand man, she has to, she's a nice sweet girl who was always there for you."

"Right, right, right, fuck me, what do I do now? what was fact three?" He walked towards Sam and touched her shoulder and then recoiled and ran back "Oh shit, why is this so hard?!" He was back to pacing and hyperventilating, a little better than before, still not paying attention if Sam was saying anything, he was way too deep in his mind, and lucky for both of them, the Psycho was no where to be found. He then stopped "Oh yes, fact three: Sam is an angel and the sweetest person I know, she will understand!" That fact gave him newfound confidence.

Eventually, with the fact three giving him a boost in confidence, Josh decided to pull his head out of his ass and rip that bandaid off, so he walked to Sam having control of his breathing once more, but still breathing loudly. He wrapped a big thick towel around her naked body, one to warm her up after the ordeal and then to hide her breasts and pussy and ass and all her feminine charms that are driving him crazy. With her covered, he should be able to talk to her easier. He would be able to see her again as his good dear friend and as the love of his life, more so than a toy to be abused and tortured. If by some miracle, she forgives him and stays with him, seeing her naked would be hard as it may trigger his other side.

Wrapped in a towel, much like when he captured her, he lifted her off the ground and carried her to the room, he cradled her body lovingly as he carried her, holding her close to him as he walked. He then sat down with her in his lap and then started "Sam, please allow me to explain, I will untie you as soon as I'm done." He said and he removed her blindfold and immediately pulled her head into his chest "you had a blindfold for a long time, let your eyes adjust slowly please" He said in a comforting tone as he held her face to his chest protecting her eyes from the harsh light and gently brushed her hair.

A minute or so later, he pulled her away and she could see his face for the first time, it was Josh, somehow he was not dead. He would have liked to say "ta-da" but figured that would not be very well received. "Sam, its me Josh, I am so so so sorry about everything, I don't know what's gotten into me." He sighed deeply "The whole thing was supposed to be a stupid prank to show all our friends that pranks are not funny, a stupid prank killed my sisters and then a stupid prank I was pulling on everyone was supposed to make everyone realize what they did wrong and bring us all closer, none of that worked well and it backfired like their prank on my sisters a year ago" His voice was clear, deep and no longer a mess, but it was also full of sadness, he sighed deeply at the last sentence. In fact anger was starting to seep into his tone and his facial expression.

"A stupid prank killed my sisters and left me alone in this world and everyone abandoned me" He shook his head "And you Sam, the prank was that I steal your clothes and then capture you then save you and we can all have a laugh about it. I don't know how it all went wrong" He then slipped Sam off of his lap and stood up and walked to the door and then turned towards her, his face a mix of anger and sadness "you should have saved them from the prank Sam! You should have known better! You should have gone after Hannah just as Beth did, you're the responsible mature one, why did you let it happen Sam?!" He said as his anger was replaced with full on sadness and he turned around letting a tear run down his face, not wanting her to see it. He wiped it with his hand then turned back to her "I'm really sorry Sam, I needed your help, I still need your help and should have said something to you, I know you can never forgive me, but please know that I love you and have loved you for many years, I messed it all up. I'm such a fucking idiot!" He sighed deeply and hung his head down.

He then shook his head and walked to her and released her right hand from her waist and pulled a tiny key from his pocket and gave it her "This key unlocks all the padlocks on your body. I imagine you want to have the pleasure of releasing them all and throwing them to the ground." He then walked to a small dresser in the room and pulled her outfit from when she was in the bath "This is the outfit you had next to you when you were in the tub." He then walked towards the door "Get dressed Sam, and then I'll walk you to the exit of this floor, I'll let you out and then wait for the police to come, and if they don't I will just stay here till I die, I don't deserve to be back in the world." He then paused and looked around, clear worry in his eyes "and please hurry Sam, I don't trust myself, if my bad side comes out, you know I am too weak and can't protect you from him, so please don't linger." I will walk away, if you see me acting weird, just lock the door or something. He was hoping he would keep it together till she was gone.

Josh said, a lot of sadness and regret in his voice as he walked out "I am sorry Sam, find it in your heart to forgive me, and if not I understand" He walked out and then slumped against the wall on the opposite end of the door to the room, he had his head in his hands and no longer looked at her or talked to her. His head then shot up and looked at Sam "Hold on, let me get you something to protect yourself just in case" He jumped to the bathroom and brought the heave spreader bar and threw it in the room "Hit me with this if I try anything." He then walked back to the far wall next to the bathroom and slumped once again and somehow remained in control as Sam was getting free.