Ironic Demons (closed)

[Jenn1982]

Rune looked down at her for a minute and she wondered what he was thinking. She was pretty sure she knew him better than anyone else but there were still times when she had no idea what was going on in his mind.

Suddenly his arm moved in a blur and the back of his hand hit her cheek hard enough to make her cry out. Her cheek felt like it was on fire where he’d hit it and she could taste blood at the corner of her mouth. Rune knelt down and she felt his tongue lick away the drops of blood. He grabbed a handful of her hair and started walking towards the living room. She struggled to move with him as he dragged her painfully by her hair.

They finally reached the couch and Rune leaned down to pull her up. Instead of grabbing her by her shoulders his hand closed around her neck and panic coursed through her for a few moments from the surprise. He kept her breath cut off until what seemed like the very last second before releasing his grip on her neck. She tried to catch her breath as he finally pulled her up and tossed her face first onto the couch. Before she could even get situated he was pressed up against her and his hand closed around her throat once again. Her natural response was to struggle in a desperate attempt to get air but she was actually enjoying this even if it was rougher than she’d had in quite a while. He let go of her neck finally and shoved her face into the couch. She whimpered as he wrenched her arms roughly behind her back.

"I'm gonna cut you now... Just because. I want you to fucken bleed, and you can't stop me.. So your going to bleed, cause I can do anything I want to you. I could choke you till your fucken blue or beat the shit out of your worthless ass, but you'd probably like that too much."

Olivia froze, concern overcoming her lust. Rune smacked the back of her head, pushing her face back into the couch.

"Keep your worthless ass right there!"

She felt fear begin to start low in her stomach as he walked away. It wasn’t necessarily the idea of being cut that was giving her pause, she had done that before, though only with Rune. It was just this had taken a rough, dark turn very quickly and she was still struggling to catch up. She trusted Rune, more than she trusted anyone else but it had been a long time since she’d had to give him that level of trust. After a minute he came back and straddled her hips.

"Maybe I'll cut my fucken name into your back.”

Her willingness to go along with whatever he had in mind finally hit a wall. There was a big difference between a few small cuts and cutting a name into her skin.

“Okay, time-out, you’re not cutting your name into my back,” she said, turning her head to look back at him.

She finally saw what he had picked out to cut her with and she gave him a stunned look.

“Are you crazy, Rune? You were going to use a kitchen knife!?”

 

[HisPureLust]

"Okay, time-out, you’re not cutting your name into my back... Are you crazy, Rune? You were going to use a kitchen knife!?”

He looked at her. He wasn't sure the expression he was giving her but all he felt was anger or more specifically indignation.

She didn't trust him, or at least not as much as he assumed she did or not as much as he was expecting. Maybe unrealistically so, but well... There it was.

But no... actually... It wasn't that that he cared about so much about the level of trust, truthfully he felt slighted that she resisted him. That there was any room at all for her own wants or objections when he felt not only did she owe him but she was his property. To literally do with as he pleased.

Granted their rekindled romantic relationship had literally only JUST started, but Rune was always one full of expectation when dealing with absolutes. It was fitting, he thought, that things began to become disappointing once wrapped in the trappings of romantic love and expectation.

"I said maybe. And yes I'm using a kitchen knife...," he said as he slowly placed it on the nearby table in front of the tv, his voice now empty of emotion or excitement, "or I would have... But the moment has passed...so you'll have to bleed for me some other time."

He rose from on top of her on the couch and leaned over to get the knife and take it to the kitchen, silently.

He brushed the long dark hair out of his face, exposing a solemn troubled look.

 

[Jenn1982]

Rune looked back at her and his expression was not a happy one. He definitely looked pissed off and a part of her felt a pang of guilt. She pushed it away quickly, she wasn’t wrong for expressing her discomfort at something he wanted to do to her.

She could understand why it had upset him though, when they’d been together before she had trusted him implicitly and saying no to something he wanted to do hadn’t happened. By the time they’d gotten around to doing things she might have a problem with he’d known her well enough to know her limits and she’d trusted him enough to put her hesitations aside, completely trusting he knew best.

That’s not how things were anymore though and it would take time and work on both their parts to get back to that, she was sure deep down Rune understood that.

"I said maybe. And yes I'm using a kitchen knife or I would have... But the moment has passed...so you'll have to bleed for me some other time."

He’d set the kitchen knife down but now he picked it up as he stood. She rolled over onto her back and tried to figure out how to save this. A part of her wanted to blame this on their decision to get back together but she knew that was ridiculous. They hadn’t even been back together long enough for anything to really change. If he’d tried this same thing last night her reaction would’ve been the same. Still, she didn’t really want to kill the moment and turn it into an argument or awkward silence. She reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“I’m not saying you can’t cut me, I’m just not sure about that knife. I mean is it even that sharp?”

 

[HisPureLust]

His expression changed to one of surprised disbelief as Olivia took his wrist in her hand.

Rune glared at gear momentarily but his features soften as she spoke.

"I’m not saying you can’t cut me, I’m just not sure about that knife. I mean is it even that sharp?”

"We'll never know I guess."

It was childish and perpetuated their lack of understanding but he was still entertaining his black mood.

He grabbed the wrist of her own hand. The same one she held him with, and squeezed tightly, painfully forcing her release him. He could have simply wrenched his arm away or asked her let him go... It's not like she was gripping him extraordinarily tight... But this way he got to hurt her.

"I guess you went soft in our time apart..."

Rune slapped Olivia across her mouth, not very hard but sending her face to one side abruptly.

He let her go and stared at her blankly, only a small grin on his face but his mind full of filth and anguish and hunger.

"...you must have forgotten your my property first and a person second."

 

[Jenn1982]

Olivia cringed as Rune’s expression changed to surprise and then anger after she grabbed his wrist. Some of the anger drained away as he listened to her and for a moment she thought maybe she had salvaged the situation.

"We'll never know I guess."

A displeased look crossed her face but before she could chide him for being petty he grabbed her wrist. His grip was hard enough that it was only a few seconds before she let go of his wrist.

"I guess you went soft in our time apart..."

He slapped her mid-sentence, the sound of his palm hitting her cheek seeming extra loud in the silent apartment. He finally released her wrist and she wondered if it was going to bruise.

"...you must have forgotten your my property first and a person second."

As soon as he’d accused her of going soft indignant anger had filled her. She was fairly arrogant when it came to her sexual prowess which in her mind included her tolerance for pain and punishment. She was almost positive Rune had said what he did because he knew it would push her buttons. She would’ve liked to think she was able to resist such blatant manipulation but she clearly wasn’t.

“And you’ve clearly lost your edge when it comes to control.”

She knew even before she said it that she was courting trouble but her pride had demanded it.

 

[HisPureLust]

"And you’ve clearly lost your edge when it comes to control.”

There was a time when he almost enjoyed the dance and back and forth of their power struggles. It was exciting and fun, even when the emotions were real the outcome was always certain and as a result there was no real consequence.

That time was long gone.

He wanted to strike her again. This time with a closed fist. But he simply stood and attempted to not react. Not at all.

"I disagree... your still standing aren't you?"

He walked back to the couch and sat down leaning back against the cushions and placing his arms along it.

His blood was boiling at her insinuation, but Rune tried to keep that to himself. It wouldn't do to let her know she was getting to him.

Their relationship was off to great start he sighed.

 

[Jenn1982]

Rune just stood there and stared at her. His lack of reaction only served to emphasize her obvious reaction at his earlier comment and that pissed her off even more.

"I disagree... your still standing aren't you?"

She had to grit her teeth as he rubbed in his superior self-control. She glared at his back as he walked over and sat down on the couch, the picture of relaxed and unbothered. Despite her irrtation, she still felt...guilty for ruining the mood.

Rune sighed and while it was probably just an innocent sigh she couldn’t help but interpret it as a sign of his disappointment in her. Angry or not she still didn’t like disappointing him. No matter what they did to each other or how much time passed he would always have power over her.

That didn’t always keep her in line though. Rune called it brattiness but she insisted it was just stubbornness. It was never really a big deal before, it usually just added a fun struggle to things. It wasn’t quite the same now, the relationship was still too new despite their past history and there was still anger and resentment mixed in with the love between them.

“If we’re not going to fuck I guess I’ll go get dressed,” she said as she walked towards the bedroom.

 

[HisPureLust]

“If we’re not going to fuck I guess I’ll go get dressed."

Rune heard her feet against the hardwood floor of his loft and the sound irritated him as well as aroused him. He inwardly was shaking his head... He hadn't had angry sex in quite sometime... In truth Olivia was not like him, there were certain times she was simply too upset emotionally to wanna fuck but he still wanted to be close to her... He rather have her think he simply wanted his dick wet but either way there was still salvation...

"If you put on some fucken clothes you can just leave then," he spat out the side of his mouth. "I have no use for you dressed tonight."

He punctuated his indifference by turning on the television and resigning to click through a few channels. It was a farce, and once he figured he sold it he turned the flatscreen off and tossed the remote back on the table and stood, spinning around.

Back to playing games he thought to himself. Why?

He walked rapidly past her and towards the bedroom, grabbing her by the hand pulling her like one would a small child. Once against the bed he hooked it behind her back and pushed it upward painfully... His other arm around her waist... His hand squeezing her abdomen.

"Maybe I'll just break your fucken arm...just for fun... That's a new one right slut? Ever done that before?"

He pushed her atop the bed and placed his hands on his hips.

"You fucken little, disrespectful cum bucket. I take you back and you have the nerve to tell me what I can do to you?"

His chest was heaving and he was doing his best to envision other men cutting her and her letting them to fuel his rage.

 

[Jenn1982]

"If you put on some fucken clothes you can just leave then. I have no use for you dressed tonight."

She paused at his words, unsure. She heard the television in the background and she fought the urge to go back into the living room and start yelling at him.

She thought he was probably bluffing but she wasn’t sure enough to risk it. The last thing she wanted when their relationship was so new and tenuous was to push him too hard and end up home by herself.

She heard the TV shut off and seconds later she could hear him walking towards her. He grabbed her hand and nearly dragged her to the bedroom.

When they reached the bed he pushed her against it and pulled her hand up behind her back until it reached the point that she was wincing in pain.

"Maybe I'll just break your fucken arm...just for fun... That's a new one right slut? Ever done that before?"

His tone of voice and the pain shooting through her arm convinced her that keeping her mouth shut was the best course of action at the moment. He pushed her down on the bed and the mix of degradation and pain had her pulse racing.

"You fucken little, disrespectful cum bucket. I take you back and you have the nerve to tell me what I can do to you?"

She rolled over so she could look up at him and his anger was unmistakable. She could feel fear start to slither through her and she reveled in it. There was a line where fear went from being exciting and hot to just being scary. Rune was the only one who had ever been able to take her right up to that line and stay there.

“Perhaps I misspoke earlier. I didn’t mean to say you couldn’t cut me, just that I had some reservations.”

Her pride was still wounded enough to keep her from going all the way and apologizing. Still, all things considered, it was surprisingly diplomatic, especially considering the response that had first popped into her mind.

 

[HisPureLust]

"Perhaps I misspoke earlier. I didn’t mean to say you couldn’t cut me, just that I had some reservations.”

"That's cute," he began, narrowing his eyes... Even as he knew he was making a larger deal out of 'her pause for thought' than was necessary... He continued, exercising his demons on her much like he'd exercise his sexual frustration "... A bit like the gazelle having reservations about the lion."

He allowed a bit of his seething anger through his teeth and within his closed mouth and clenched his fist against his sides.

He wanted to beat the living shit out of her.

But he wanted her to love him forever more. Maybe she would if he scared the fuck out of her.

He sighed.

How would this work, when he couldn't even FUCKING LOOK at her without seeing his own pathetic weaknesses. The ground he had lost was PRICELESS. In reality it did not take long to wrap her around his finger but the value Rune placed on that... Loyalty... That obsession, had no equal.

For a while he could mask the look, mask her face. It would take bruising and blood but it was possible.

He slapped her.

Harder than before and he could see the blood from the corner of her lip.

This pleased him.

"Are you scared? Do you wanna leave?"

She did look a bit frightened but only a bit. He stood aside, making a show of the open door.

"If you stay I'm gonna hurt you... Bad. So you better decide. Playtime is fucken over. Your flesh is mine...I'll peel it off by inches if I fucken feel like it. And the tools I use are no more your decision than where I start."

He sounded insane. He stopped.

"But I have no desire to ruin something so beautiful, that was just an example of how absurd it is for the heathen to tell the artist what brush to use."

 

[Jenn1982]

"That's cute... A bit like the gazelle having reservations about the lion."

Olivia stared up at him but continued to keep her mouth shut. Typically, with the mood she was in, she would be throwing digs right back at him. Things were different now, his anger was limitless, the intensity of it seemed to fill the room until the air was heavy with it. Their standing with the other had changed. She no longer blindly worshipped Rune and the adoration he felt for her now warred with the hatred he had for her. The reckless side of her liked the idea of having to go through the complex ritual of finding the balance in their relationship. Her more prudent side warned that it would be an ugly process that would likely end with an outcome she didn’t like.

As if he were in her mind and wanting to validate her last train of thought Rune gave her a hard slap across the face. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth and she could feel a trickle of it forming at the corner of her mouth. Rune had slapped her that hard a few times before but his anger and new feelings for her kept Olivia off-balance.

"Are you scared? Do you wanna leave?"

She watched Rune step aside so the way to the door was clear. As loath as she was to admit it to even just herself a part of her did want to leave. Fear did turn her on but it was a safe kind of fear. She knew her partner was going to hurt her but she also knew there was a certain point they wouldn’t go past. She didn’t know if Rune had that certain point anymore and that took her to a totally new level of fear. She really did want things to work with Rune this time around though and she told herself that Rune would never take things too far, it was just an act.

"If you stay I'm gonna hurt you... Bad. So you better decide. Playtime is fucken over. Your flesh is mine...I'll peel it off by inches if I fucken feel like it. And the tools I use are no more your decision than where I start."

Her pulse seemed to speed up as she listened to him, her apprehension growing.

"But I have no desire to ruin something so beautiful, that was just an example of how absurd it is for the heathen to tell the artist what brush to use."

She let his words erase her doubts, telling herself that she’d been right, Rune’s threats had just been a form of foreplay.

“I apologize, I forgot my place for a moment. I’ll stay.”

 

[HisPureLust]

Her expression was not one he could completely read.

For some reason he wanted her... apprehension... to last, or at least melt into a dread that would incite her wrath so he could hit her again for her insolence. He wanted to hit her... But not as a sexy, flirtation. He wanted to injure her, and found it hard to stop seeing the faces of other men when he looked at her face.

This was not control... He told himself. It's better she go. I'm not ready for this yet.

“I apologize, I forgot my place for a moment. I’ll stay.”

He was almost disappointed.

He was however still angry due to his doubt that she had indeed found her place and the knowledge that it was much more likely she had found some emotional footing to circumvent relinquishing herself to him.

The demons inside him were still having an old conversation, which he now joined. It was akin to when you have company over and there are several debates chattering along in concession... Only inside his skull.

'Will it be worth it?' They spoke, it's voice the sound of reason and sense personified. 'Any cost you pay for this will be for nothing. Nothing. Any effort and sacrifice will be left to rot in a grave when the two of you come to the inevitable conclusion that what you desperately want is something that can never be.'

Rune considered the opinion for a moment as he watched her watch him.

He closed the door slowly, and as a darker voice spoke, it creaked uncharacteristically.

'But we can at least have some fun with the girl before this is ashes...can't we?'

Rune locked the door.

No. He wanted her, he chimed. And sex was the widest and quickest avenue to her heart.

But there was still a gulf that had to be crossed...

'It's one thing to say you know your place....'

Rune walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the forhead... He whispered something inaudible before tossing her violently against the couch, her body falling backwards and into the floor below the glass table.

'It's another thing to be made sure.'

He strode around and as he clenched his fist he felt mad as a hatter... Both elated she was his again... And ready to destroy her with his subjugation. Rune took a position behind and above her.

"Look at me bitch."

 

[Jenn1982]

Rune didn’t respond to her words, instead he just stood there, looking down at her. His expression didn’t give much away but he didn’t look pleased or the least bit forgiving after her apology.

The uncertainty of whether she’d been able to quench any of his anger left her wanting to say more but she kept her mouth shut, knowing it would probably only piss him off more if she did.

Finally he turned and closed the door. Olivia’s breath caught in fear as she heard the click of the lock.

'It's one thing to say you know your place....'

Her eyes followed him as he walked towards her and she fought to keep her breathing steady. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. He murmured something she couldn’t quite make out before grabbing her and throwing her down onto the ground.

'It's another thing to be made sure.'

She yelped in pain as her body hit the hard floor with a jolt. She didn’t even notice him move until he spoke again.

"Look at me bitch."

Olivia couldn’t keep the fear off of her face as she looked up at him. To say she was rethinking her decision to stay was a vast understatement. She had never seen Rune look as incensed as he did at this moment.

She desperately tried to think of something she could do or say that would calm him down but her mind refused to focus on anything but her fear. She continued to meet his gaze, not wanting to give him any reason to punish her.

 

[HisPureLust]

There were two people inside Rune at that moment.

They struggled and pushed, shoved and clawed in an attempt to gain complete control but both were evenly matched in the intensity of their specific opinions and specialties.

Both wanted her.

One wanted only to see her face contorted in anguish, to hear her screams and cries for no reason other than to enjoy it. He wanted to smash her fucken face with a fist of pure revenge and judgement. He wanted to kick her in her stomach and hold her against a wall... His hands clasping her windpipe... strangle her fucken neck, till she passed out... Waking up only from the continued beating. That version of Rune would make her regret ever crossing his monstrous fucken path again.

The other also wanted to hurt her, but desired an investment in her future obsession. He wanted to please her by treating her like a pice of meat... Using her as she so relished. He too wanted to hurt her, pull her hair and dig his nails into her flesh... Verbally degrade her and bruise her delicate skin...but to entrap her... Bending her to his will in ways that would keep him in her fantasies throughout her day. Such daydreams could be pivotal in reawakening the old Olivia....if such a thing was possible.

Rune never gave much thought to going too far with someone, the worst that would happen would be no repeat engagement. So fucken what? There was always someone else dying to be at the end of his disapproval.

But this was HER. It was Olivia. If he pushed her this far and lost her... Well, it was an actual consequence, one that a rational man would give weight to. But as previously mentioned, what kind of kid gloves could he handle such a creature. She craved tha abuse but where was the line. He would attempt to eradicate it.

But maybe he could do anything to her... maybe she truly was going to try to make this work. But in trying to make this work... Did that mean she would put up with anything he would throw at her.

How full of shit was she? Maybe this was Rune trying to find out. But how fair was a game this one sided?

No, this wasn't a game. This was years of resentment and punishment. This was a reclamation of his personal fucken property.

She was his.

There was no where else she belonged. Not anymore.

Her blood would show her.

Rune's palms clasped around her neck and immediately began squeezing.

This was not foreplay...it was not gentle. His eyes were clouded over and empty.

"I missed you."

 

[Jenn1982]

Olivia tried to wait patiently...calmly as Rune loomed behind her but patience had never been her strong suit even on the best of days so expecting it when she had a bunch of emotions warring inside her was out of the question. She felt uncomfortable as Rune stared down at her, making her feel like she was being inspected.

She still couldn’t believe how quickly and far things had gone. None of this was really new territory, they’d explored these limits before. It was different now though, not just because she was pretty certain Rune was angrier than he’d ever been when they’d been doing things like this. The other part had more to do with all the time they’d been apart. While she still trusted Rune more than she did anyone else she didn’t have the blind faith she’d had when they’d been together before. Olivia’s trust was no longer absolute, she wasn’t able to let Rune push her to her limits let alone go past them. She was sure she could get back to that level of trust again but it would take time.

Olivia didn’t know if Rune just hadn’t realized that she needed time to fully trust him again or if he just didn’t care at the moment. The sensible part of her knew they were on dangerous ground here and that Rune might go way past where she was comfortable. The best choice would have been to stop and establish some kind of ground rules or something. Like patience though, Olivia wasn’t known for her ability to make good, smart choices, especially when she was turned on. Once they crossed a certain point Olivia’s common sense went out the window. This was a problem when it came to pain because when she was drowning in lust she would go way past her hard limits for physical pain. Typically she would trust Rune would be the voice of restraint, keeping her from talking him into hurting her more than he should but that would only work if his anger hadn’t drowned out his temperance.

Her common sense was still trying to win out over her lust and put a stop to this when she felt Rune’s hands encircle her throat. He began squeezing, his grip tightening until she was nearly gagging at the pressure he was putting on her windpipe. Panic washed over her as he kept his hands wrapped around her throat but even with the fear and panic there was still that part of her, the dark, reckless part of her that was turned on by this. Even the reckless abandon caused by her lust had it’s limits though and she reached up, her fingers trying to pry his fingers from her neck.

"I missed you."

Olivia continued to pull at his hands as she began gasping for air. The fact that she was still lying down and he was behind her made her struggles pointless. Rune didn’t seem to be bothered by her struggles or the distressed look she was sure was on her face. Her vision began to blur and she knew she was on the verge of passing out.

 

[HisPureLust]

You cannot break whats already broken

Rune lifted Olivia by her neck with some effort and let the weight of her body pitch away from him, until the wall stopped them both. Her head turning just in time to avoid the wall beside his loft apartment's circular window. He was practically seething and thought for a moment he might kill her...

He could see the cars parked on the street below, the passerby's and life he had witnessed all the time since he had rented this god forsaken place. It was always so empty to him... but with Olivia here... it felt... full.

He could hear her sputtering and a single choking gasp escape. His arms were loosing their grip so he let her go and watched her fall to the floor. As her legs failed once again to break her fall he slapped the side of her face with nearly all his strength and sent the rest of her body down as well.

So enjoy yourself... enjoy... shes made for this... its nothing you haven't dreamed of doing...

Rune grabbed a fistful of hair and helped her up to her knees, he lifted Olivia's face to see his before he smacked her again... the result was the same. As she lay there he thought she started crying but he wasn't sure, she was still not breathing normally and all the noises kind of meshed into one.

Nothing dozens she has let haven't done before

His eyes narrowed and subsiding rage erupted.

He kicked her in the back, not as hard as he wanted... but hard enough. It would now be tough to stand without assistance. He knelt down and watched her, breathing quick and writhing in pain.

"...I have... I've missed you."

His eyes scanned across her body without emotion for a moment before he climbed atop her, pinning her waist between his legs and thrusting his forearm under her chin and against her windpipe, cutting off the passage of much needed air again. Rune spit on her face as she began choking again before letting up and rising off her, walking to the couch.

She's not yours, so get it all out before she vanishes again.

 

[Jenn1982]

The pain in Olivia’s throat doubled as Rune started pulling her to her feet. Her legs scrabbled to find any kind of purchase to help take some of the pressure off of her neck. He pushed her towards the wall and she nearly collided face first with it. Her eyes were watering from the lack of oxygen and it made her view out his window blurry, leaving all the people and cars to blend together into barely recognizable shapes. She really, really didn’t want this to be the last thing she saw.

Rune’s grip on her throat finally loosened but she strongly doubted it had anything to do with concern for her wellbeing. As she slid down the wall she tried to catch her breath but it still almost felt like Rune was gripping it. His hand hit her cheek with more force than she’d endured in a long time but her throat only managed a ragged wheeze despite the intense pain. Her upper body hit the floor as tears began to flow down her cheeks.

Rune grabbed her by the hair and she tried to whimper as he pulled her up to her knees. Olivia’s fear grew as she looked up at Rune. He didn’t even look like himself. His eyes almost seemed vacant, like he was looking through her. She had finally reached the point where her common sense overrode any lust she felt and she knew she needed to stop this.

Before she could even try to say anything Rune slapped her again, just as hard. As she lay on the ground he kicked her in the back, not as hard as he could have but way beyond her limit. They’d crossed the line of her hard limits at this point and she felt her anger rise as she wondered what the fuck Rune was thinking. Her anger helped ease some of her fear but she still jumped as she heard Rune’s voice from right behind her.

"...I have... I've missed you."

She started to say his name, getting ready to tell him to stop when he rolled her over and straddled her. She wasn’t sure whether he heard her speak or not but his hands encircled her throat again and cut off the rest of her words.

He’s going to kill me, she thought to herself as her air was cut off. She realized there was a very small part of her that was getting some kind of sick pleasure from this. It was down in the darkest recesses of her heart but it was there. While that bothered her, the dark thought was overshadowed by how much she was not on board with this.

Mercifully Rune stopped choking her and went over to the couch after spitting in her face. She spent a few moments gasping for air now that she was able to again, tears still rolling down her cheeks. She looked over at Rune as she finally started to catch her breath.

“You have to stop, Rune. I can’t take anymore, I’m way past my hard limits.”

She was still angry but she stopped herself from berating him, he would likely tune her out if she started yelling at him. She needed him to actually listen to what she was saying, the yelling could wait.

 

[HisPureLust]

“You have to stop, Rune. I can’t take anymore, I’m way past my hard limits.”

He heard her but only barely from his position on the couch. It wasn't a matter of physical distance as much as emotional.

He wasn't exactly entirely there anymore...

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It was different than usual...

His cock entered her ass for the first time.

He knew she wasn't a virgin to anal sex but at that time neither did he realize how much of it she had had.

Rune was as gentle with her as he had ever been with anyone... lubing her up before hand and easing the head of his dick in... taking it slow at first before finally bottoming out. He was actually concerned despite all their late night talks over the phone about him 'ripping her fucken asshole open and her loving every minute of it'. If this first experience scarred her she might never want to see him again.

She cried out in pain and he almost leapt off her.

The blood on his cock dripping onto the motel bed's green comforter.

He asked if she was ok.

Olivia said she was and he continued after wiping her redness of his swollen erection.

The color of it turned him on and just beneath the surface he wanted to shove his fucken cock in her ass... balls fucken deep... hurt her, bust his nut hard inside the deepest parts of her ass cavity before leaving her sobbing in a fleshy pile on the mattress... but he had to curb his normal reactions. Olivia had been mostly talk at this point, and he simply couldn't pull the trigger on delivering unending suffering and dominance upon her.

Most young submissives had no idea what they're actual limits were, as they had yet to discover how far they would enjoy being pushed or what the extent of they're threshold was.

It was one aspect between them that was very typical. Well... common... at least to Rune.

The fact that he needed to have reservation concerning what she said and take it all with a pinch of salt. He couldn't get too excited about what had been said considering what she would allow him. It's one thing to say you want to be face fucked until you puke... its another thing entirely when an enormous cock is violating your mouth and you can do nothing but breath out your nose while the tears stream down your face and your about to loose your lunch and feel the bile burning your throat... and the embarrassment and degradation of it all. It was a lot more to handle than most realize. Like a great many things.

To some that description would be heaven, but the point here is that there is a difference between thinking you'd like something... and knowing it. The difference is experience... knowing yourself.

He continued to fuck her ass, disgruntled that she might think him too weak or full of shit as to how rough he promised he'd handle her.

Right about now she must of been comparing him to her weak ass, pussy husband... whom she had grown tired of. It was possibly the single greatest contributor to why his wife had another man's big thick dick being agonizingly pushed into her rectum.

One man's slippin' was his opportunity to swoop in and get his dick wet.

But this was not his typical affair...

It was different than usual....

It was Olivia.

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“You have to stop, Rune. I can’t take anymore, I’m way past my hard limits.”

He looked at her still on the floor, she had almost caught her breath and he enjoyed the heaving of her breasts as he gathered his thoughts...

What the fuck am I doing?

He sat there silently for a moment, not sure what to say. He still wanted to fuck, but more evidence that he would either always be just short of what she wanted or take his own desires too far left him more reflective than aroused.

"Just go Liv....," he hadn't used her old nickname since she left him "... just go."

Shes getting off easy... and this was your last chance... you made sure of that. If she walks out that door... the slut will be knee deep in abusive cocks before the night is through. Enjoy her... use her... you fucken weakling!

 

[Jenn1982]

Olivia kept her eyes on Rune as her breaths became more normal, hesitant to turn her back on him. He seemed to have heard what she said, he’d looked up at her but he didn’t say anything or even show any kind of emotional reaction. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, wincing at the pain that shot through her back with the movement.

"Just go Liv....... just go."

Olivia looked up at Rune in disbelief. She had expected an apology or at the very least a remorseful expression. Instead he was sitting there expressionless...kicking her out of his apartment.

Anger and hurt swirled around inside her with hurt reigning as the more powerful feeling. The last thing she wanted was to sit here and look like a weak, desperate slut after what Rune had just put her through. So she chose to focus on the anger, pushing the sadness aside for the time being. She couldn’t believe he’d taken things as far as he had. Rune knew her better than anyone, honestly he probably knew what she could and couldn’t handle better than she did. How could he expect her to trust him now, to let herself be at his mercy? And now he was kicking her out...because she disappointed him by making him stop? She wasn’t totally sure if that was why but it didn’t matter because the bottom line was he was telling her to leave, he was rejecting her. Well fine, if he didn’t find her up to his high standards she’d quit wasting his time.

A part of her realized it wasn’t just as easy as that. They had gotten back together, this wasn’t just some meaningless fling that could be discarded without a second thought. What was she supposed to do, apologize when she wasn’t even the one in the wrong? She had a hard time admitting she was wrong when she actually was wrong sometimes so trying to do so when she wasn’t wrong made her head want to explode.

She wasn’t ready to just give up on this relationship already. She had no idea what had made him go so far...he had to know he was crossing the line. She was starting to have doubts already about how well this relationship would work after everything that had happened between them the first time. Maybe Rune just needed some time to cool off. She spent a few moments struggling to stand up, trying not to show how much pain she was in. She couldn’t keep a glare off her face as she looked at Rune but she doubted he’d even notice.

“Fine, Rune, I’ll go,” she said, biting her tongue to keep from saying a few choice words.

Olivia headed to the bedroom and began getting dressed. Her anger was going to get the best of her if she didn’t leave right now and while it would be satisfying in the moment to yell at him she figured it would only end up causing more problems. Not to mention she wanted to be gone before all her hurt feelings came back to the surface. It was already going to be rough trying to deal with them later, she wanted to at least save face if she could. She was already imagining the sluts he’d be fucking ten minutes after she left. She was sure he had no shortage of women who would happily spread their legs for him.

She finished getting her clothes on, feeling ridiculous to be wearing the clothes she’d worn to the club in the middle of the morning. Still, she didn’t have anything else to put on so it was the super short dress and tall black heels. Silly or not though she told herself she still looked hot so it wasn’t all bad. She walked out of the bedroom and found her purse on the counter in the kitchen.

“Ok, well call me later if you want.”

 

[HisPureLust]

“Fine, Rune, I’ll go,” she spat before turning to leave.

She gathered her things and left the room, her perfect form still the focus of his attention despite what had transpired.

Rune watched her... akin to something allowing its prey to escape.

He walked to the circular window along the loft's wall and placed his hand against the wall beside it, his back heaving in part to a sudden loss of energy, in part due to a sudden loss of will.

He felt drained despite his still significant erection. It pulsed... still reddish and angry, the head swollen and as eager as it had ever been to be buried deep within a hot warm cunt. It was a part of him that was unaware or not caring to hear that the vengeance was over for the moment.

“Ok, well call me later if you want.”

The voices were silent... and this scared him more than anything. It was almost as if he didn't know how to behave without the bile telling him what he should feel... what he should strive for.

He managed a nod over his shoulder, though he was almost certain Olivia was purposely avoiding looking at him.

He didn't move until he heard the door shut, and then he sighed. It was the first sound since that of her high heels on the wooden floor just moments ago.

The ones he heard as she left.

She was gone.


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He tugged the dark coat around his form, attempting to conserve as much heat as he could beneath it.

Rune had dressed warm but the cold which had suddenly swept through the city that morning cut to the bone if you let it... and the last thing he wanted was to fall ill and have another reason to call out from work. He had been enjoying the mountain of tasks he had lately... it kept his mind busy... it kept HIM busy. Even the endless flirting tossed his way could not pierce the barricade of focus he had enveloped himself in.

While he hadn't spoken to Olivia in several days, he had managed something he hadn't in some time....

As a car sped by, washing a small tidal wave of puddle rain just inches from his boots, he stepped back from the curb. He grabbed at his right hand's pocket to ensure its cargo was still present.

The traffic was heavy, and several cars beeped their frustrations while he made his sojourn across the street and between them. As he walked off the road towards the curb, the raven-haired curmudgeon sized up the apartment complex towering forebodingly above him from below.

He pulled open the massive front door and entered, finding himself in a small antechamber, with another larger door baring his entrance. To his left, a metal plate held position against the wall and just below a large name plate baring the building's address. It was littered with circular black buttons. On smaller plastic fittings there were rows of paper slid into metal slots... they each had a last name.

His attention fixed on one for a bit before turning around and ignoring it.

He slid a letter sized envelope into a corresponding mailbox for that same name before turning around and exiting the small limbo.

He felt foolish... which was an increasingly common problem as of late... they had started talking again a few days ago, but he hadn't yet decided if he was listening...

You're a wretch. You know how this goes... you chase... you catch... you fuck... you release. You should discard her... then you'll gain the upper hand. A letter?! Madness. She'll read it for a good laugh!

Rune shut his eyes for only a second and then continued into work.

He went over the letter in his mind as he quickly navigated the steps leading downward several blocks away. He was pleased to find his train awaiting him in the bowels of the subway.

The car was mostly empty, which was a rarity, and he managed a thought as he recited the words in his mind...

"What the fuck am I doing?"

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(In our youth I used to think we were endless.

But what does it mean to be "meant to be?"

Does that mean it all comes easily or that the end result will be the most worthwhile, but you need to go through hell to get there.

If I were wishing for one, I would have to go with the latter.... it would almost certainly guarantee that this relationship was written in the stars as opposed to a much less... hopeful place.

How do you measure the point of no return? How you do you gauge when the cost you've paid for something is too much? Is it once the benefit of something has passed, is it when everyone is telling you? I feel like an addict still trying to chase that first high and being told it will never happen. Sure, I know that... but what when your addiction is passion and not ruin. Does that make it better? Anyone can tell you it can destroy just as easily as any chemical dependency.

What does it say that we are at our best when things are ending? That we only truly communicate once untethered by emotional dependency and empowered by desperate loss. Is that a good sign? Or does it simply mean we can't see the forest through the trees? When I think of a life without you, I'm reminded of the cost I paid for this... the choices I've made... the chances that have been granted me... a second time around, and I feel like dying.

I feel like we only talk when there's nothing left to say...

We only share... when we have nothing else to lose.

What does that mean?

Does it mean our hate is stronger than our affection? Or does it mean this can't end... the ties between us being more like steel... than fabric. I know you don't understand what I did... what I do... why I push and hurt... almost exclusively...

I know I don't make sense anymore... maybe I never did. But you have to understand that there's more to this than what's said... than what I've done... than what I make you feel.

If pain can't purify, if possession doesn't solidify... if a reunion isn't fate... than I'm left with weapons I don't know how to use.

You once said I hate you.

Yes, I hate you.

I hate the way I can't ignore the suppleness of your skin.
I hate the way your smell is pure memory to me.
I hate the way you taste in the lingering remnants of my waking dreams and nightmares.
I hate the way the deepest knife I've used can't carve you out of me.
I hate every demon that now lives in my head because of you.

I've grew crueler in your absence... more than even I thought possible. All that venom... all that desire to tear. And only brief cohorts and trysts to vent it on.

And then the unexpected happened.

I got you back...

But we're different now, aren't we? Maybe the two who never really did fit, still don't. As hard as I plunge inside you... we are still not one. You aren't the girl who would accept my impunity for the sake of it, and I'm not the boy that would think nothing of giving it. And we are both bitter. It all means something now. Whether you like it or not. You did that. Not me. You rewrote the sense into the senseless. Despite you having your reasons... this is the product of tearing hope from me.

But that's not all I am.

I don't know if there's room to learn who we are now. I'm too fettered by what we were... all I know is that your mine. I can't ever let go of that... and apparently, I won't ever let you let go of it either.




So maybe I WILL call you. Or maybe I won't.

You know what the opposite of love is don't you?

It's not hate.



Its Indifference.)

 

[Jenn1982]

After a long, hot shower Olivia spent the rest of the day brooding in her apartment. She went through two bottles of wine trying to dull the painful feelings and thoughts running through her mind. Finally she gave up, letting a sleeping pill pull her into a dreamless sleep.

She woke up with a pounding headache and thought about calling out sick from work but decided against it. For now the headache was strong enough to keep all her thoughts focused on the pain but eventually it would go away and her thoughts would inevitably return to Rune. At least if she was at work she could distract herself. She got ready on auto-pilot and by the time she’d been at her desk for five minutes she was already regretting her decision to come in. Her co-workers seemed exceptionally annoying and the work she had to get done seemed more tedious than ever. Still she found herself going whole minutes without Rune invading her thoughts.

She worked longer than she typically did but she knew it was mostly pointless, she was constantly trying to ignore her thoughts with little success. As she headed out of the office she thought about going out to a club later to try and find a distraction there. It didn’t take long for her to recognize that for once she actually didn’t have any desire to try to fuck her pain away. Once the realization hit her she silently cursed herself…and Rune. She loved the chase of finding a new guy to fuck, especially when she was depressed and the fact that that was not appealing now only emphasized how far gone she was with Rune already. Throwing herself into work and drinking didn’t really cut it but it would do until she figured out a better way to cope since she didn’t foresee thoughts of Rune going away anytime soon.

Olivia spent the next few days perfecting her work and then drink system. She’d realized that hard liquor worked better than wine and her boss was thrilled when Olivia had taken on extra projects. She’d tried to put more effort into getting ready in the mornings, firmly believing that if you looked good you felt better. Still, she was spending a lot of time thinking about Rune. About what had happened, about the fact that he hadn’t reached out to her, about how things had ended the last time around. She spent time analyzing what had happened, trying to figure out if she’d said or done something that had set him off or if the relationship had always been doomed from the start. No amount of analyzing gave her any answers and it definitely didn’t bring her any peace.

She had just gotten home from work and was sipping a rum and coke as she sorted through her mail. As soon as she saw the blank envelope her heart dropped. She was positive it was from Rune and she figured it was most likely a nice, handwritten “fuck you.” She thought about just throwing it out but honestly she would never be able to go through with throwing it out without reading it. She finished the rest of her drink and continued to stare at the envelope. In the end she set it aside until she felt like she could handle the hate and rejection she was sure it contained.

Every day she would come home and stare at the envelope as she sipped a drink before ultimately deciding tonight was not the night. It had been nearly two weeks since she'd found the letter when she finally worked up the nerve to read it. Different emotions fought within her as she read and then re-read the letter. It hadn’t really been what she expected but it also wasn’t what she would have wanted to read. Rune’s words weren’t cruel, or at least not purposely so but they still cut deep. The worst part was that they were all true. Their relationship was likely damned and what she’d done at the end of their relationship the first time was probably the cause, at least for the most part. It killed her to think that her selfish, stupid actions had cost her a chance at an actual happy relationship. The relationship she had with Rune when they’d first dated had been wonderful. Of course it hadn’t been perfect but for the most part she had known that Rune loved her in a way that very few people ever got to be loved. He had loved her totally and completely, with every part of him. There were issues, on both sides, that would’ve needed to be worked on but truly, with as much as they loved each other they could have done it. Instead she’d ended up letting her fears and insecurities win her over and that was the beginning of the end. These thoughts and the guilt that came from them brought an anguish that threatened to devour her.

She set the letter down and poured herself another drink…then another and another until she’d turned her misery into anger. How dare Rune put all the blame on her! Sure her actions might have been the reason for his anger at her, for his need to hurt her but he was still a grown man, his actions were his choice. He could have just not asked to get back together or he could have just sat down and talked to her about how he was struggling with his feelings of anger. Instead he’d chosen to take things way too far and hurt her more than she was willing to be hurt. And to add insult to injury he’d just kicked her out…no apology, not even days later in his letter. He just left her a letter and would maybe or maybe not call her again. Well fuck that, she wasn’t just going to just sit around waiting to see if he would talk to her again or not.

Thirty minutes later Olivia stepped out of the cab and walked into Rune’s building. She really hoped she wasn’t going to find him with a naked woman in bed again but she took her chances and knocked on the door.

 

[HisPureLust]

The sun hadn't even begun setting as Rune arrived home from work early.

Earlier than the day before, which was earlier than the day before that.

Work it seemed was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. He had been asked by several of his "nosier" co-workers if he was feeling alright. Apparently, he lacked focus and the normal cheerfulness he was known for. Rune found this interesting as he was never a ball of sunshine but what they really meant was he was not being... social. Indeed, the woman of the office noticed the vacuum left behind in the absence of his flirting and many of the men were met with rather halfhearted grins when discussing which of the cute new office temps they'd like to fill with their seed. In truth he hadn't ever been a social butterfly at work... but then again, he didn't have to be. He was the little sun everyone crowded around. He was fun... until recently that is, and the lack of such levity was felt by nearly everyone. It was a pain. Even the warm sun deserved a day off now and again.

Rune refused to believe this had anything to do with Olivia. Despite how ridiculous that sounded.

He arrived at the top landing and opened his apartment door, scanning the floor just in front of and behind it as he had ritualistically done every day since he dropped off that god awful letter. He regretted mailing it not 10 minutes after getting on his train that day. He had considered taking the opposite platform train back so he could fish it out, which he was pretty sure he'd be able to do but decided against it.

He mostly resigned to the fact that he would more than likely never see her again. The true weight of that realization was never allowed to settle, he wasn't an idiot. Instead, he just used the thought to remedy his indecisiveness. Conversely there was now a part of Rune that felt he would never be "rid" of her, and this simultaneously comforted and horrified him.

He tossed his keys atop the island counter between his kitchen and living room as he normally did before grabbing the pile of mail which was mainly made up of his bills and several advertisements for the few rent-to-own companies, he had given business to over the past few years. Satisfied none of them spontaneously multiplied since he brought them in yesterday, he returned the pile to the island counter that seperated his living room and kitchen.

Rune shut his eyes. For the first time in a long time... he did not hear them.

He looked around his apartment and decided he was tired. Tired of this place. Tired of this job. Tired of the monthly meetings with his brother and his brother's friend's.

Of this life...

It was time. To trust the only person, he could ever believe. To act on the only advice, he would ever entertain. To wipe the slate and leave this all behind.

He had the luxury now that those demons in his mind had grown silent. Perhaps that meant he and they were on the same page for a change.

Rune smiled shutting his eyes again.

Silence.

He smiled.


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Several months later Rune felt he had finally settled in....

He missed his old top floor loft but the smaller basement apartment he resided in now had a quaint charm to it that could not be ignored. The grey brick walls gave it a whole "demented dungeon" type of look which he found very ironic if not fitting.

The raven-haired curmudgeon had often wondered if anyone came to look for him after his hasty departure but shrugged it off. 'It's not like anyone rushed to tell me they were sorry and would love me forever moments after I left or anything...' he mocked inwardly. No such fucken luck.

'No,' he mentally shouted. 'Stop that. Your happy now. Or at least less sad. What does any of that other shit matter!' It was HIS voice, and not the others he heard, but for a moment... they sounded similar. Strange he thought.

He lay back against his black leather couch and put his feet up on the small wine-colored coffee table between him and the television. The only light coming in from a near ceiling window which bled in from the street outside and next to a small garden plot that was street level. His landlord didn't use the dirt to grow anything, so it had dried and become all but unuseable years ago Rune surmised.

His thoughts turned to the recent requests he had received. He couldn't continue to avoid giving his brother the address for much longer. Keeping tabs with a few people via socials was fine for the first few months but some were chomping at the bit and ready to send a search party.

He had ignored everyone else. As he had planned all those months ago.

Checking his phone, Rune saw the time and decided to get ready for work. His new job as a custodian offered him the convenance of nighttime hours but required him to be as punctual as any other position he had ever had, more so even. It was a nice change of pace... working alone, and not having to always be "on". It wasn't the most pleasant of work to be sure. Cleaning the filth of others has a humbling affect but it was a good place to hide, a good place to take the time he needed to mourn himself. Besides... it paid well. Nearly on par with his office job, surprisingly.

He wondered if it was due to him growing older or running out of steam... the way he enjoyed solitude to the pounding base of speakers... or a quiet night alone to the crowd of potential fucks he had grown accustomed to. Retreating into this cave was at first a necessity but he had grown stronger as a result of it and even grew to depend on it. Maybe he was becoming too much of a hermit recently thought.

Never mind that, however.

Rune grabbed his keys and headed up the remodeled stairs he fixed up shortly after moving in, to the landing at the top to open his door and exit his apartment building.

The rain was falling.

Rune paid it no mind. He hailed a cab and got in the first one that stopped, telling the driver where he was going before putting his earbuds in and shutting his eyes.

The image was burned into his mind.

Still.

But it was fading.

His ears were full of music as the cab sped down the wet city street and into the distance.

Rune relished in the silence.

 

[Jenn1982]

Olivia braced herself for whatever scene she was about to see as she waited for Rune to open the door. After a few moments she knocked again and waited. Seconds turned into minutes as she continued to knock and then wait. She finally gave up, realizing he wasn’t home. She told herself it was probably for the best, she was far from sober and the meeting would’ve likely turned ugly quickly. She told herself she’d come by tomorrow after work and it would ultimately be better that way.

The next day she was met with the same outcome. And the next day, and the next day. Each day she told herself a new reason for why he wasn’t home. He was working late…really late…he was out at a club or bar, he’d gone out of town for a few days. After about the sixth day she couldn’t keep convincing herself with made-up excuses. She went downstairs and stopped at the landlord’s apartment.

Five minutes later she was walking to the subway. She barely paid attention to her surroundings as she rode to her stop and walked the short distance to her apartment. Olivia couldn’t believe Rune had moved. He’d been in that loft for as long as she’d known him and for years before that. The landlord hadn’t told her much but it sounded like the move had been some spur of the moment thing and Rune hadn’t left a forwarding address. Olivia pulled out her phone and dialed Rune’s number. After a couple of rings a male voice answered but she realized immediately it wasn’t Rune’s voice. She found out the guy had recently gotten the new phone along with the new number just a few days ago. Olivia ignored her growing panic and called Rune’s brother. He was as much in the dark as she was and she hung up with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

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Olivia checked her phone as she walked out of work and felt disappointment worm its way through her as she saw there were no missed calls from Tristam. After she’d called him every couple weeks for a while he’d assured her she didn’t need to keep calling, he’d call her as soon as he heard anything from Rune. Of course that had been two months ago.

Olivia had spent the last few months struggling to get through each day. It seemed like she’d vacillate between being despondent and angry or telling herself she was just fine as she ignored any feelings that contradicted that.

She’d tried to fuck away her depression but had given up fairly quickly. Before when she’d fuck someone new she’d inevitably end up comparing them to Rune and find them lacking but it had been somethin she’d only thought of for a few moments before moving on. Now though, the thoughts started as soon as she even started thinking about going home with someone and couldn’t be dismissed no matter how hard she tried. Instead of being able to enjoy it she spent the whole time thinking about Rune. It ended up leaving her more depressed instead of less.

She pushed her thoughts away as she walked into her apartment. It was Friday so that meant she’d be going out to the club. She’d cut back on her drinking, albeit reluctantly. It had gotten to the point where it had started to interfere with her work so it was either that or become a full-blown alcoholic. She’d forced herself to limit the drinking to the weekends and only if she was out at a club, the latter in an attempt to keep from being a weird shut-in who only left their house to go to work.

Olivia threw together a quick dinner before jumping into the shower. She spent the next hour getting ready. Even though she was only going out to drink and pretend to be social she still put as much effort into her appearance as she always had. Looking good still gave her a slight boost of optimism and at this point she’d take whatever she could get. She grabbed her bag on her way out the door and 20 minutes later she walked into the club, straight to the bar.

 

[HisPureLust]

"What's Ironic about that?!"

Tristam's mood was no better than his apparently and Rune's older brother had nearly the same amount of patience as well.

It had been months since they spoke, Rune already regretted it.

"It's Ironic that the one who was always living on the edge of the knife, has now fallen off into obscurity. You don't see the twisted fate of that? You don't see how that somehow makes sense? Things are quiet now, I have peace of mind. I don't have to constantly entertain or create spectacle. I don't have to constantly perform to ensure the endless waves of mindless bimbos keep half my bed warm... I don't have to worry about where she is or what shes doing. I can just be."

Tristam's voice on the other end of the line grew silent. Several moments which seemed to take forever past. Rune considered thinking of something to take this opportunity to hang up, but the truth is he had enjoyed some aspect of this. Some aspect of hearing his brother's voice. A familiar voice. It had pierced his hermit like solitude and rebalanced him. He hated admitting it but he supposed even he wasn't invincible from the mental deficiencies that complete and utter solitude can produce in someone.

It was nice to hear the idiot's voice.

"Listen...Rune... all I'm saying is that despite everything... I'm your brother... we may not get along that well but you need to at least stay in touch... and I won't push it but this is the most dramatic way of avoiding someone I have ever heard... even for you. She called me quite a few times... that was a while ago now... but still. Don't you think its a little immature to just ghost someone you have so much history w-"

"Yeah, ok, I gotta go... really I got work in the morning." He cut him off unwilling to hear the rest of that statement.

"Yeah... sure... your wonderful job wiping up shit and piss. What the fuck man?!"

"It pays well, and I get left the fuck alone."

Tristam sighed. Rune could almost feel the breath of its weight on his cheek.

"Yeah man, aight. I get it. I love you... dumbasss. Don't be a stranger. And if you need anything... anything... CALL ME!"

"Sure. Sure. Later man."

He pressed the red circle on his phone, indicating he was done being guilted by his blood relative.

He knew Tris meant well, but this was the whole reason he avoided everyone. EVERYONE. It was always about what THEY wanted. What the proper thing to do was... no one really cared that he had found some small measure of peace.

He hadn't had sex in over a month... and he didn't miss it.

His sexual compulsion was clearer to him, once he wasn't nose deep in it.

Suddenly his hand began vibrating... he picked the phone up and saw a strange number. More than likely a solicitation... but... it might be...

"Hello?"

"Get dressed... your taking me out."

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Rune hadn't been to this specific establishment before but when you had been to as many nightclubs as he had... it felt like you've been to them all.

He wondered if he was getting too old for this shit, but quickly dismissed that when he saw the full round figure of a short and cute young woman's ass shaking and jiggling on the dance floor. Her dress cut open on the sides, ample handles of her thick flesh escaping from those holes, her dress so short he did not have to wonder what her panties looked like. The thong completely stuck in the crack of her delicious ass...

He wondered if he could fuck her.

Old habits.

Wondered how much resistance she'd give him, how much liquor he'd have to ply her with.

As time went on it took a little more and more, and he WAS out of practice. But that was the old him... he wasn't here for that. Instead he had a very old debt to pay. Then he could return to figuring out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

Waking up from a coma of lust was a hell of a thing.

You don't realize how long it takes your head to clear, till you have to sift through he fog of it.

He palmed the business card for his old therapist as he looked around the dimly lit bar of this regurgitated near rave, post neo-modern nightmare, a thick consistent pulse throbbing from the base right into his head, and sometimes his loins.

He knew he was getting older when he realized the music was too loud for him. It made him smile, somehow comforting that even a peter pan syndrome example like him eventually would run out of steam.

"Rune!"

He turned his head towards the direction of the near shriek to find exactly what he knew he'd find...

She wore a tight fitting red top, one that matched the flame red hair she had fashioned into a tight bun. Her tits more plump than usual thanks to the generous push-up her corset provided her. She crossed her legs as she sat on the stool by the bar, the lower half of them adorned in knee high stiletto boots.

Five or ten years ago he'd already be leaking pre cum from his dick... panting at the idea of her naked but he wasn't that easy anymore...

"I'm here... what do you want."

The pale red head smiled like the devil does when you ask him the cost.

"Not much... not much at all..."

She licked her lips after tracing the rim of her drink. Smiling at him again as she bounced one of her crossed legs playfully.

He folded his arms then sat beside her, making sure not to take the stool next to her but the one after that.

This was business and he wanted that perfectly clear.


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Leaning back against the bar, his back arced and his head cocked to the side, watching the rhythmic motion of some of the dancers, Rune sighed wondering what he was doing here.

There should be a statute of limitations even on some personal debts, he concluded as he pushed himself away from the counter.

He rose from his stool and tossed a twenty on the bar, more than enough for the single drink that sat there untouched.

As he began to walk away he noticed a familiar face.

No.

There are times in our lives where we almost have a near infinite amount of time to react to something. Time seems to stand still and gives us the opportunity to relive a myriad of choices in our minds all at once so we can either better discern or respond to this moment or because it needs us to know that this is significant somehow.. that the odds of this happening are so astronomical, we must give purpose to whatever we chose to say or do next...

This was not one of those times.

Rune stood there in horror as he saw Olivia sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. Unsure if she saw him or not.

Its difficult to put into words what a man feels when his very life seems to be put into opposition against him. When you are an alcoholic and suddenly everywhere you look there is a drink or more specifically when you are an addict and suddenly the free offer of a taste comes at the worst time... when your arm hurts from the yearn of it, and your mouth is dry from need... and you are at your weakest.

But that's the thing... imagine that moment in perpetuity.

Oliva was poison. But she was HIS poison. The sweetest drug of all that felt like that first hit running through his veins each time.

He panicked, his body began to sweat.

Rune continued walking, hoping his momentary realization and pause was not too apparent. He continued walking and went straight into the men's bathroom. Like a fucken coward. Or some weak willed teenager full of nerves and inexperience.

He felt the leviathan inside him stir. Its eye opening and its coil loosening in preparation for the end of its slumber.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

"Go back... tell her your glad you ran into her... tell her she's a piece of shit and always has been!"

It took a moment to recognize.

The voices spoke.

 

[Jenn1982]

Over the last few months Olivia had perfected the art of ignoring the mayhem around her as she drank. She turned everything off, including her thoughts, like a deep meditation, albeit a very unhealthy one. Apparently along the way she’d picked up how to make it clear she didn’t want to socialize without actually having to say anything. Occasionally she’d catch a guy eyeing her with interest but for the most part they got the hint and didn’t bother her. Once in a while she’d have someone come up and try to make conversation but ignoring them completely seemed to shut them down pretty quickly. Sometimes she wondered if she continued to make sure she looked hot before coming out because she wanted to get attention but she was pretty sure that wasn’t the case. Putting on makeup and clothes that accentuated her best assets gave her a sliver of happiness and happiness was hard to come by for her at this point. Still, just in case she was wrong and she was actually subconsciously seeking out attention, she didn’t let herself think much about it, introspection was something she avoided these days.

She’d been at the club for a few hours and was happily in an alcohol daze which meant it was about time to head home. She signaled the bartender and waited for him to close out her tab. The fact that she hardly went out meant she was spending less money so she only waited for the receipt so that she could tip him and sign it. She unconsciously glanced around as she waited, taking in the crowd without really paying attention. Her gaze settled on a man walking in the direction of the bathrooms and she didn’t realize why it stayed glued to him until he walked through the door and out of sight. She’d only seen him for a few seconds and only from behind, from a good 20 feet away but she was 100% positive it was Rune. She knew she could pick him out of a crowd without thinking. Almost immediately she wanted to get up and go confront him. Another second later and she realized why she couldn’t do that. She had no idea if he’d seen her or not but it didn’t matter. He had made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her. Despite the pain and anger and sadness his absence caused her she knew it was her own fault. She’d betrayed him when they’d been together and killed that part of him that loved her and wanted to be with her. All of this was just the consequence of her choices.

She could feel reality slowly pulling her from the numbness the alcohol had granted her and she struggled to figure out her next move. She knew she should grab her bag and get the fuck out of there. She knew if she did that though she would spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed as all the thoughts and feelings she drank to forget bombarded her. She could stay and drink some more but who knew how much she’d have to drink to get to that point or if she’d even be able to. She could wait for him to come out and confront him. She could pick up some random guy to go home with and try to fuck her feelings away but again, who knew if that would work. Ultimately she knew there was only one acceptable course of action and with resignation she signed her receipt and headed towards the door.