Escaped

Chapter Twelve

"The Americans did such awful things... they resumed the previous studies- stabs, burns, slices, flayings, stuff like that. But... they conducted live exploratory surgeries- with absolutely no anaesthetic. They took samples of my organs, muscles... they injected me with various poisons, viruses, diseases, parasites, to study my body's reaction. They deprived me severely of blood to study the effects of extreme bloodthirst.

"Then, on top of all that, every evening, they'd bring in a prison inmate, convicted and guilty of horrible crimes- rapes, molestations, assaults, murders, etc... stuff like that. I was supposed to go through their mind and identify their crimes within 5 seconds. If I could not, I was tortured until I got it- they'd make increasingly deep slices into my flesh for every 2 seconds I was late. Eventually, I identified their crimes and their remorse level before they even got him situated. It got to the point where their crimes jumped out to me from their minds- my mind was so trained, it immediately pinpoints the deplorable crimes of people. I didn't even have to read them, they just... stood out to me. They were trying to train me as a 'super soldier', I believe they called it. To send to Iraq and Afghanistan to eliminate the need for human soldiers, human armies. I was to be used to exterminate the taliban, and such. However, I proved much too uncooperative. So they simply kept studying me.

"Then, on the night of October 14, a new doctor felt terrible for me. She stayed late that night, and risked her entire career by undoing my straps... letting me free. She then left, and the next morning, October 15,  I murdered my captors. Then... as I was destroying everything in the place... I came across a tape. It was the Americans, interrogating my mother. The accompanying newspaper clipping was from 1932... about a mysterious house fire, in which a woman and her too offspring were killed. The picture of the clipping was of a burned house, and the strange man was in the photo, watching it smolder. It included photos of the deceased, which was how I knew it was them.

"My family. I then burned the facility down, and drove here from some place called Area 51. I bought clothing and such from a Walmart, then went to a hotel... and, well, you know the rest," I finished, wiping tears from my face, my lip quivering. Luke was silent, soaking in everything I'd told him.

"What was the doctor's name, who set you free?"

"Malaya Larson."

"Come on. We're going to look her up tonight, and we're going to go find her tomorrow," he held out his hand for me as he stood.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to thank her personally. Without her, I probably never would have met you."

"Alright," I smiled. "I find I wish to properly thank her as well." I stood, and as we turned to go in through the back door, I was bombarded with tight hugs. 

"Oh!" I gasped. "I, uh... I'm guessing you all heard everything, huh?" I murmured.

"Yeah, we did. We're so glad you're alright!" Blake sighed, and all of them had tears in their eyes.

"We're so sorry for what you went through," Jacob told me, his eyes holding more meaning than his words. 

"It's not your fault. Now, I feel I am in the mood for a warm shower," I informed them, and proceeded through the house and up the stairs to mine and Luke's room. I went straight to the bathroom and started up the tub. I'd changed my mind- a warm bath sounded much better. 

I grabbed a black towel and set it on the nearby counter. When the tub filled, I turned the water off, stripped, and stepped into the water. 

"Mmm, that feels good," I sighed. I was so absolutely content, I didn't consciously register the sound of the bedroom door opening, closing, and locking. 

I did, however, hear the bare footsteps on the bathroom floor. I covered my breasts, and looked up to see Luke, in nothing but black boxers. I kept eye contact with him as his hands trailed down his hard, strong body... and dropped the boxers. He stepped in the water, and lowered himself onto me. As soon as our bodies made contact, I gasped as my body heated up internally.

I let go of my chest and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting our bodies fuse.

"Oh, Aurelie," he groaned, gyrating his hips- and that hard, warm length- against me. I made my move- I pulled his face to mine, and crushed my lips to his, sparking something deep inside me. 

And, apparently, in him. He let out a feral growl, and his hand enclosed my breast, gently pinching and rolling the tip. My body felt... extremely excited. I wanted a lot more. I undulated against him, the water splashing. I was very excited to finally get what I wanted.

"Oh, fuck, Aurelie," he groaned erotically. I dug my nails into his back, drawing blood, the spearmint scent intensifying. "Fuck this," he growled, hoisted me up, and hurried to the bed. He got back on top of me, and I relished in the sensation.

"Please, Luke..." I murmured into his lips. "I- I can't- I need more," I breathed. He nibbled on my throat... then lower, to my breasts... then lower, and lower, until...

"Oh... Oh, God!" I moaned, arching up as his tongue did wonderful, delightful, euphoric things. One of his hands reached up and gripped my breast, while the other kept my thighs wide.

Soon, I felt an overwhelming arousal, then a gently pulsing of my core.

"Mmm, yeah," Luke prowled up my body, and I felt a blunt hardness at my center. "Are you ready?" he whispered, brushing his nose against my forehead.

"More than ready," I moaned. There was a moment of stillness, and then he thrust into me.

Pleasure bloomed all inside my body, and I cried out. Nothing could ever feel as good as this. In that moment, when our bodies connected... I knew that Luke and I were meant to be.

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Oooooooh they did the hanky panky frick frack snick snack!!!

Working on Chapter 13, but it still isn't ready yet, but hopefully it will be soon. 

V, C, and F! have an amazing day!!!