The Apartment

She could feel the girl's dislike of the clique she was soon to be ostracized from. She slowly let a small sound, her toes curling up as the woman continued to caress her ankle. She was like a startled animal being calmed down. She simply began to relax, her shoulders slowly slumping down, her fingers loosening from the pillow. She began to shift just slightly, unperturbed by the girl's emotion. It didn't matter to her. She would only be hurt momentarily by the sudden loss of all of her friends. She really did not need that many. Just someone to speak her thoughts to once in a while. That would be great.

She quietly squeaked when the girl came up and laid infront of her. She did not try to escape, though, nor did she when the arms wrapped around her. She merely made another noise, much less squeaky, and quietly discarded the pillow in order to snuggle up against the woman who was promising to protect her, from people and from loneliness. She slowly closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek up against the girl's chest, whispering a soft; "Thank you..." She could not believe, really, that she was snuggled up into the biggest fear she ever had. No other person had ever issued her threats, really. Not physical threats, anyways. She was afraid of pain. Unfortunately, it was used all too often as a control method to keep her in line.

She slowly lift her head up just slightly, letting her nose lightly brush the girl's chin before she managed to look up towards the other's eyes. She murmured to her softly after a moment; "I'd like to meet your friends... Just don't let them hurt me..." Some of them likely would want to. She had spited many people before in her positioning. People were definitely going to be taking advantage of her drop in popularity to get back at her for all of her scheming and manipulative behavior. Not everyone turned out on top, after all.

She slowly closed her eyes after a moment, letting her cheek rest back against the girl's chest. All of this thought began to make her shiver just slightly. She slowly wrapped her arms around her protector, hugging herself close and murmuring quietly; "There's going to be a lot of people who want to hurt me... I'm afraid..." She murmured quietly. "But.. You're stronger than them, I know it... So don't leave my side, alright, even if we're fighting..."

Something she imagined to be relief filled her a bit, though the protector's chord also sang when the girl snuggled up to her. The note seemed to strengthen, and she offered no reply quite yet. Already, she was emotionally adjusting herself to the new life that was being set out for her to take, adjusting to being the protector of the girl she hated meer minutes ago. And shockingly enogh, it did not feel, emotionally, like it would be hard to take care of the girl. She felt it would be, earlier.

She sighed gently, nodding with a faint smirk, which was sometimes as close to a smile as she'd get, muttering, "Yea.. Alright, I'll introduce you to them.. And if any of them tries to hurt you, I'll put 'em down hard. Promise. Besides, once they realize I'll fight for you, they'll back off fast.." No one wanted to see what Marinas could do if she was angry. There were rumors of things she had done, and certain.. proof... always seemed to coincide. Large dents in metal, or bars being bent, or shattered chunks of wood... People had just plain stopped trying to hurt Marinas becase she was like a fortress. Perhaps she had gotten too used to that to have been thrown into a bit of a rage earlier by the slap..

She stared down at the girl quietly with sharp looking golden eyes, wondering quietly to herself. Whatever she was wondering was beyond anyone else, however. She eventually closed her eyes, muttering, "I'm stronger than everyone, and now I'll become even stronger. I'll beat them all for you. So don't be afraid." She offered the gentlest of squeezes in her hug on the girl before easing back up, simply falling silent.


Marinas seemed most alert that day, which was certainly a change by itself. There were whispers that followed her around, too, some of them preceeding her before she reached certain places throughout the school day. Things like, 'You see that? She's all awake!' 'She's with Silk!' 'What's Silk doing anywhere near that thug?' Whatever the whispers, Marinas ignored them, as she had always done. She had brought Silk to school, escorted her between her classes, even sat close to her in the classes they had together. A surprise for all, especially the teachers, who seemed to think that some foul prank was in the works. After all, Silk had been a teacher's pet almost, and for her to sit with someone everyone considered a thick-headed slacker... Especially when they were known to quarrel..

Lunch had also spawned more rumors, since Marinas did not wonder off on her usual walk off campus. Instead, she brought Silk with her to see her circle of the school's freaks, the ones others looked down upon. It certainly would spark arguments among Marinas and a few of her friends, but everyone knew Marinas would win any argument. She either won, or intimdated the hell out of her opponent and they would inch off in denial and shame. Marinas, of course, would say nothing to the people she didn't care for.

Coming near to the end of the day, however, she did become parted from Silk for a short while..

Silk had prepared all morning. Prepared herself to block out the voices that would certainly be assailing her all day. Her eyes wandered down to the hallway floor as she stepped into the school for the first moment. The usual bundle of kids that usually swarmed around her as soon as she entered the door was strangely missing. Perhaps intimidated by Marinas, but Silk would not think of complaining. It was prolonging that which was inevitable. She stuck by Marinas' side, all day, speaking hardly a word to anyone. If the teachers bothered her over the woman's proximity, she merely gave a single quiet word of 'Mine', before hugging herself to the girl's shoulder.

It would be a while before she could love the woman who had been the source of her fear for so long, but she was Silk's now, and she wasn't about to let something take what was hers away. Not her girlfriend. Not her future husband. She could not help but see Marinas as anything but a future husband. She would be taking care of Silk, after all. She WAS taking care of Silk, even now. When introduced to Marinas' friends, she showed a level of quiet politeness that she usually had only reserved for her parents. She expressed her desire that she would be able to get along with them all, and that she was sorry for anything mean she might have done. That seemed a good way to start. Let them think what they wished. If they thought it to be because Marinas had finally gone through with her threats and beaten her to submission, well, more power to her. It would probably increase her reputation.

Of course, good things could not last forever, and eventually she had to be separated from Marinas. She would have stuck to the classroom all day, but as her luck would have it, it was the one classroom where she suddenly felt the urge to make a trip to the ladies room. She could not help it, and called to the teacher, and fled. She swore she saw the flash of a cellphone as she left the room. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she rushed down the hallway to the restroom that was oh-so-far away from her. Why had it hit her so hard?

She shuffled in to the restroom and pushed the door open, squeaking to a stop as she came into view of five or six girls. All old friends of hers, they looked at her with such meanness and malevolence that she immediately spun around and grabbed for the door. Her hair was snatched a hold of before she could get out of the open door, and screamed as she was thrown back onto the ground. She could only hope that someone heard her, as she knew she was not going to be able to get up for a long time.

Her predictions turned out to be true, for as soon as she began to push herself up to her feet, she cried out, as a foot planted itself into her stomach, kicking her onto her back. Her breath already began to pick up. This was it. Her nightmare coming true! She began to sob through her broken breath as the girls began to attack her all at once. Kicks rained down from every side, leaving bruises in her ribs, her side, her arms and legs.

She began to cover herself as the girls tried to stomp her on the face, but two of them grabbed both her arms and her legs and pinned them down, leaving her completely vulnerable to them. Kicks rained down on her face, her arms, her stomach, even her unprotected crotch.

As time passed, they got bored with just beating her. Leaving her crumpled figure on the floor, the girls went to their purses to pull out particularly evil devices of torture. Now that the active and violent beating was at an end, they began to add insults to their repertoire, murmuring things like; "Lesbian cunt." "Bet she's been taking it up the ass by that dyke bitch all weekend." No one seemed to comment on the fact that they were tearing off her clothing, despite apparently hating lesbians. Her mouth was gagged by her own panties soon after she started to try and scream again.

The first thing they seemed to produce were needles. Within moments they were running the thick stilettos through her sensitive parts. One through each of her nipples, one through her clitoris. One through her navel. She could not understand why they were doing such things to her, other than just to humiliate her and to scream so fiercely into the panty-gag that it almost canceled out the effect. It hurt so much. No anesthetic, no numbing. It hurt. Really bad. She was unable to hold onto herself after the needle ran through her clitoris, and the reason she had come to the restroom in the first place leaked out on the bathroom floor.

She of course, was teased for this. "Wow, looks like the drugs finally did their job. Yeah, I was wondering if she ever actually drank it." So. It seemed this had been planned. One of her friends had come by during lunch, but she had never suspected treachery. She quietly sobbed on the floor, as more devices of torture were produced. Her newly pierced parts were laden then with clothespins, which only caused her to cry more, as her blood leaked out across her breasts, inbetween her legs. They tugged on them, plucking them off without opening them. They caused her cries to grow in intensity.

It was a long way away until the class bell. . .

Marinas quickly grew unsettled at Silk's sudden departure. She had never seen her in such a rush before. She must have really been frightened, if she had been holding herself to the point of hustling off to the bathroom.. She sighed quietly, glancing around the room slowly. She adapted a cool, collected glare and a blank face otherwise, arching a brow at two kids on the other side of the room, chattering between the two of them as they stared at her. They shut up immediately, one of them gulping loud enough that she could hear it. Well, she couldn't say that it wasn't pleasing...

Minutes went past, and she grew even more unsettled. A short bit while, and she grew angry. The girl was, at least, always punctual, as far as she knew. Without excusing herself, she stood up and walked out of the classroom quietly, glancing quietly at the teacher. It was most fortunate that that teacher and her had a certain understanding, so it was not uncommon for her to leave during class, as long as she maintained her grades. She stalked off down the hallway towards the bathrooms, growing restless enough to quicken her pace.

She reached the bathrooms, and opened the door, and walked in, pausing in her step half way, staring at the scene laid out before her. She gave a deliberate cough, incase they had not noticed her entrance, slamming the door shut behind her. She locked it, and... Twisted the lock off, dropping the hunk of useless metal to the floor with a sharp cling. "Well, well... Look at that... Sorry, girls, you're stuck with me.... Now who's first? Oh, and let me warn you.... Scream, and it'll be worse. I'm quite capable of giving up school, perhaps even a few rights, to put you all in more than enough pain."

She reached out, grabbing the nearest one by the hair, yanking her away from her little huddle of friends, and almost lifting the girl up off the floor. With one hand. She turned the girl towards the mirror, eyeing her reflection. "Look at yourself. Look at your 'friends'. Think that because you group up, you're a world fucking power. Now you can blame them. That pretty face is likely going to be ruined." And she shoved the girl's head into the mirror over the counter, cracks webbing out along the entire wall, chunks of the mirror trickling off at first before simply collapsing, pooling in the sinks, along the counters and floor.

She pulled the girl away, shoving her towards her group of friends as they backed away. No doubt, the flame in her eyes was lit. She slipped forward, and lunged over Silk, throwing herself into the group of girls, turning into a rage of flying and grabbing fists. More than more nose was broken under her hands. When would would bend over, trying to escape the pain, a knee would shoot up and either straighten them up for another hit, or throw them back onto the glass covered floor. All the while, she was throwing precise punches to take the girls' breath away, so none of them could scream at any point.

After many good minutes, she stopped her assault on the group, letting them fall where they might. She towered over them, glaring down at each one, waiting for them to catch their breath. While she waited, she growled. "Are you proud of yourselves? Beating and torturing a harmless, defenseless girl? Grouping together to attack her? Do you like where it's gotten you?" She reached down and picked each one up, sitting them up against the wall in a row, crouching down to stare at them. Some of them, in their collapses from her attack, had cut themselves further on the broken shards of glass scattered over the floor. Blood was frequent on them and their clothes.

"Do you know what you dumb bitches have done? You've unleashed a god damned monster. You made me break a promise. And I don't break promises. Furthermore, you hurt what is mine. And you've seen in the past what I do when someone hurts a friend. So I will tell you what I am going to do. Every time you all are healed up and pretty again, I'm going to rip you back down. Tell anyone, and you can be sure, I'll kill you. And you've heard the rumors. You're the ones that spread them. You know I'll do it." She flicked her eyes from one to the other, smirking deviously at them. "You know what I'm capable of. And you know I won't stop. The only things that can save you are yourselves AND Silk. If you become good people, which I doubt any of you have it in you to become, and if she tells me not to harm you anymore... If both happen, you'll be freed from an everlasting nightmare."

She pushed herself to her feet slowly, glancing around the bathroom quietly, humming through the whimpers of the girls for only a moment before backing off, to Silk, picking the girl up as gently as she possibly could after plucking the gag from her mouth. She shot another glare over at the girls, muttering, "Don't any of you get comfortable over there.. I'm not done yet.. Oh, yeah, and I'm not taking credit for the mess. You girls figure out something to say to the authorities. You're good at lying." Slipping over to the counter, she cleaned off a space for her, and gently set her down. She grabbed a few paper towels and wetted them in the sink with cool water, and carefully dabbed at some of the bloody spots with a low growl. She didn't seem to care where they were, she just seemed to care that they were there, and that they needed healing, and that they shouldn't be there in the first place. She was very careful, working with Silk, for that was what she was like. Silk.

"God, Silk... I'm sorry.... I should've come sooner..." She muttered under her breath, a whisper for only her to hear. Inside, beside her raging fire, there was a pit of darkness. "I... I'm not gunna fail you again... I swear..." To the girls lined up along the wall, Marinas was probably still glaring. To Silk, if she looked, Marinas looked sorrowful, as though someone she cared about had died. One day. One day, and her promise was already broken.

A sudden blessed end to the pain. She was unable to determine the source. She was too busy sobbing and holding herself. She curled up on the floor when she heard loud noises going on around her. Glass shattering, girl's whimpering. She only assumed she'd soon be next. She never dared open her eyes, only burying herself further within her own body. She was naked, but she didn't care. She was in pain, and she wanted to escape it. At least the pain had been stopped. By what, god knew. She was in a world all her own, trying to escape the agony that the girls had brought down on her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a sight that was terrible. She saw the pillar of her terror beating off her assailants. Her nightmare wasn't over, it seemed. Would it ever be over? Then Marinas seemed done with the girls, and was approaching her. It was strange. The woman seemed to glow. She was positively radiant. That was not how the nightmare usually went. Usually it was oh, so dark. So terrifying. But no. . . Nothing was different. Her nightmare was running the usual course.

Pain. Pain. Pain. And when she opened her eyes, Marinas was there. Holding her. Saying things that she couldn't hear. And the strange sense of comfort. The knowledge that seeing Marinas meant it was all over. She could not look while she was being hurt. The sight of the woman meant that the pain was coming to an end. With a dazed look on her face, she reached up towards Marinas, as she always did. She didn't know why. She never knew why. She only knew that she reached out to touch the face of the woman, her savior.

How stupid could she have been, to mistake her heroine for her torturer? How could she have mistaken such a majestic thing for a villain? Well, nightmares were usually confusing. . . But this was as clear as day. The clarity was painful, in fact. She was still speaking, it seemed. That wonderful, savior's voice. She felt completely idiotic. To have been so mean to her heroine for all this time, only to have her save Silk anyways. And what could she do in return? She was useless to the woman, but still she had come to save the girl she had hated most.

Tears came to her eyes, not of pain, this time, but of joy. She buried her face into the other's neck, trembling and twitching whenever she felt that cleaning cloth brushing over her body. She whispered against her softly; "Thank you so much. . ." It seemed whatever she had said prior to this had brushed over her. "Thank you thank you thank you. . ." The mantra repeated over and over for a moment, before she mumbled, almost delusional; "My hero. . . My savior. . ." The nightmares of the past few years were making sense to her now, and the impact was devastating.

The nightmares would not go away, she knew. But she now would have something to look forward to at the end of them; Opening her eyes to see her knight charging in to save her from her peril. She would find someway to be useful to the woman. But first. . . With the vagueness of dreamstate, she whispered up towards Marinas; "Take me home. . ."

Marinas sighed gently, letting the girl nestle up to her a bit while she cleaned at her body, wherever there was a wound or blood. He head tilted down, protectively nuzzling at the top of the girl's head, listening as she thanked her. She did not feel deserving of thanks, but... She cast a glare towards the whimpering piles of useless flesh lined along the wall. They were obviously far from finished when she had found them. She was grateful to have gotten to Silk when she did. But next time, she would not leave her side for an instant.

She was still not finished with punishing the preppy group, or she did not feel finished, but she could not deny Silk's desire to go home. She nodded gently, murmuring softly, "Alright.. We'll go home.. Here.." She inched away, for only a few moments while she picked up the girl's discarded clothing, returning quickly a moment later. "I'm sorry... For now, you'll have to wear these... We'll get you into something better back home.." She muttered, proceeding to dress the girl herself, slipping on her skirt carefully, followed by her shirt, working to the best of her abilityto keep from hurting the girl's sensitive hurts. She slipped the undergarments into a pocket of her jacket, which she slipped off and settled around Silk's shoulders a moment later.

She reached over to a sink, ignoring the glass pooled into it, and washed her hands quickly of the blood they had gathered in the beating she had just given the othe girls. She shook her hands dry quickly, and reached out, scooping Silk up into her arms bridal style. Carrying her over to the door, she took the handle carefully with one hand, and gave a deliberate yank, destroying the bolt in the door and ripping it through the frame. Opening the now broken door, she walked right on out, turning towards the nearest exit.

Her own exit from the classroom earlier had not gone without notice. A few girls, in darker dress from most of those in the school, were huddled around a vending machine at the exit, waiting for the final bell. Seeing her coming, Silk in her arms, they muttered something between them, and one of them turned towards the machine, popping in a few coins, and out popped a bottle of water. They waited for Marinas to near them, handing her the bottle before filing off without asking a single question, only a 'Welcome' when Marinas thanked them. Good friends.

She hurried on outside into the parkinglot outside, making her way to her car quietly. She shifted gently upon reaching the vehical, carefully standing Silk up, keeping an arm around her to keep her steady, if she needed it. She handed her the bottle of water and dug around in her pocket, pulling out a key, and little more than a few minutes later, they were pulling out of the parking lot and on their way home. She frequently looked at Silk, finally just reaching over to her and taking her hand gently to hold it until they got home.

The short trip seemed elongated by earlier's events, and she was grateful to pull in at the apartment soon. She gave Silk's hand a gentle squeeze, releasing it for the moment before slipping out, coming around the car to collect her back up into her arms and carry her on into the apartment with her. She took her into the bedroom and sat her down gently on the bed, letting herself sit beside her. "There... Is there anything I can get you or do for you?" She murmured softly, gnawing gently at the inside of her lip as she looked at her.

Silk was silent, once the woman began to dress her. She simply allowed herself to be moved as she needed to be to cause the least disruption, slipping into her clothing gratefully. She surprisingly found herself sad that Marinas was not the first person to see her body, and that she had only glimpsed it after it had been damaged and beaten by the girls. But it would be fine. It was not that important, and Marinas would probably never miss it. She did not complain despite the fact that all of the moving hurt her bruises as she was lifted and carried out, but Marinas was doing her best so she kept silent then, too.

When she saw that their path brought them through Marinas' friends, she gave a few quiet blinks. None of her friends would ever have been so kind or thoughtful as to wait for her or give her a bottle of water. She was touched by it, but all she gave was a small, thankful smile to the group, before nestling her cheek up against the other's chest. They probably would not have noticed it. They were probably too busy looking at her injuries. Or at Marinas herself. She was able to stand on her own, but she was more than grateful for the support her other provided her as she was opening the car.

Again, on the ride home, she was silent. Not because of lack of desire to talk, but because she was heavily in thought. Her husband had protected her. Saved her from certain doom. She was doing her part; taking care of the weaker of them, and providing for her continued living. But she was doing nothing. She was just getting rescued. The ride home was filled with what exactly she should be to be useful for Marinas. She somehow knew the woman wouldn't leave her even if she were the biggest leech on the planet, but she did not want that for her husband. She wanted to give her something worth sticking around for.

By the time they had reached home, she seemed to have fallen asleep with her eyes opened, but she woke up when Marinas lifted her out of the seat and carried her inside. She finally spoke when settled down on the bed, stating gently; "You've done enough for me today. . . I th-think I should do something f-for you now." She said gently, lifting her hands to her chest quietly and fiddling with her top button. Her body shifted to the side just slightly, resting her head against the other's shoulder. For a while she just laid there like that, murmuring; "I want to make you happy. Happy like you've made me. . ." She let out a soft, nervous giggle. "I'm. . . not sure what you want in a wife, but I know one thing that you seem to enjoy. . ."

Her shoulders shrugged then, and suddenly her shoulders were bare, and her blouse was sliding down along her back. Her form was still pokadotted with bruises, but she did not seem conscious of them. Now that it was becoming obvious what she was getting at, she quickly unwound her skirt, positive that once the shock wore off the woman would insist that she stop. Once naked again, she turned herself around, and moved with a surprising feat of speed given her condition. Her destination was Marinas' lap, and once she was there, she said gently; "I can at least do one of the things a wife is supposed to do for her husband." Her fingers lift up, and lightly rest on her breast, pushing, and hoping the woman wouldn't resist, and instead simply fall back onto the bed.

Marinas let an arm slip oh-so-carefully around the girl when she leaned over to rest her head against her shoulder, remaining quiet. She watched her, brow slightly furrowed by thought. Had to make those girls miserable. Had to make Silk feel better. Maybe she'd take her out when she was feeling better. Until then? She was here to comfort her and take care of her. Nothing like what happened earlier would happen to her again, ever.

She blinked quietly, forming a questioning look at the girl's words, opening her mouth to give a reply, or to ask her what she meant. That look washed away into surprise when she realized the girl was stripping herself of her clothes and soon making her way into her lap. This was one of those few times when she was caught off guard and shocked, but it had her down for several long moments. She didn't snap back from the haze of shock until Silk's hand came forward to rest against her chest, and her own hand followed, cupping over the back of her hand.

She used the other arm to reach out and slip it around the girl's waist as she pulled her hand, gently, from her chest, turning it so she could instead kiss the back of it carefully. There was a pause before she moved again, but she broke her silence with murmuring, "Please, Silk.. Give yourself some time to rest." She lowered the hand from her lips, holding it gently to the center of her chest as she brought her eyes up to meet Silk's.

"This is something I want you to enjoy, to look back and remember and be happy about. Something that I want to feel good for you." She let herself make a small gesture to the bruises and the damage the girl's classmates had done earlier. "I want you to feel best.. And right now, you're hurt, and you need rest." She gave a soft sound and leaned towards Silk slowly, resting her lips, for a moment, against the girl's cheek, before pulling back away. "Don't you worry. I've got plans for that time. Until and after then, I'll take care of you, not because I'm supposed to, but because I want to."

The words felt true to her as she spoke them, and she believed in them, too. She did want to take care of the girl. It was her desire, no longer her job, and that had changed starting yesterday, and grown stronger today. "I'll tell you what I want in a wife. Someone who can trust me and talk with me. Someone that I can trust, more than anyone else. Someone I can make happy. That will make me happy, too. You. Now... would you rest with me?" She asked quietly, looking at Silk.