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Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 11/?

Date: 2012-03-30 10:02 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
“...get me his jacket.” As told, Charon removed Ahzrukhals' blood stained jacket, shaking out the caps and lint before holding it out to her, averting his eyes from her breasts as she shrugged the disgusting thing on with a hollowness that ate at him like maggots at dead flesh.

“...thanks...” she muttered, folding up the stained contract into a small square and stuffing it in the inside pocket of the jacket....where it'd been for so long now...only the one inside the suit was different now...

Charon watched her, anxiety rising the longer she acted as though he'd done nothing wrong. Waiting for her to dish out justice could have been part of his punishment, for the passing minutes ached with growing degree. He wasn't sure, but when she turned around with the bloodied knife in her hand; fresh from Ahzrukhal's neck, Charon watched her and waited. But he didn't expect her to say anything...

“I am angry.” she noted, and Charon almost snorted in laughter as the largest understatement of the year registered in his head. “...I'm also, not stupid...you were his gun. Blameless. He was the one with the finger on the trigger. I don't blame you...”

She looked down while wiping the knife on the lapel of the jacket almost...was that embarrassment in her posture Charon saw?

“You're forgiven if that's what you're waiting to hear...but...I'm making you clean him up, and you'll sleep here tonight. It's nothing against you...well maybe it is, but I don't wan-” her blank front almost deteriorated when a short sob threatened to silence her, “I don't want anyone around right now.”

Charon watched with attentive eyes as she rested the knife on the table, suddenly showing just how exhausted she was. He could still see her stained inner thighs when he closed his eyes; could still see her fear-sweat glistening orange and the way her body would shake visibly every time Ahzrukhal spoke.

“I'll come for you when I wake up...alright...”

But she didn't make it to the door, and Charon, like when he'd strangled her earlier in the night, caught her before she banged her head on the floor. She was lucid when he gathered her up in his arms, struggled weakly but muttered a 'fuck' and a 'thanks' while he curled her up tight and took her back to the room he'd taken her from. She may have despised his touch, but unless she ordered otherwise, he was to take care of her.

Her eyes remained half open, looking up at him all the while as he took the stairs, glancing down every other moment to see her just...staring. She smelt like the iron in the blood and a mixture of the scent from Ahzrukhal's jacket and that odd female smell that clung to her even now.

“I'm sorry,” he muttered when he pushed her door open with his shoulder, dropping her on a chair against the wall. His mind warred with whether to take the bloody jacket off her or not. Surely she wouldn't enjoy waking up in it...

“It's okay.” Whether that gave him permission to disrobe her or if she was accepting his apology, he pushed the garment over her shoulders slowly. When she shrugged back he took it off and threw it to the floor, noting the rash of blood on her skin and the bruises he'd left.

“Put me to bed okay...you can watch the door.” Her voice shook softly, as if once he laid her down in bed she'd curl up and cry herself to sleep...and she did. The sobs she did hold in, causing a leak in her throat, tore at whatever heart Charon had left, leaving him beside her door with her blanket covered back to him; shaking with each strangled sound.

He'd never wanted to comfort anyone before now, and the true pain was that if he touched her...she may do something worse than cry.

Charon closed his eyes against the sobs, trying to forget the lack of tension in his limbs on account of the forced orgasm he had. A shower stall lay in the corner of the room. Why she didn't want to scrub herself raw he didn't know. Hell, he wanted to use it. Her blood and fluids were dried on him by now – that knowing soured his stomach again, making his feet shift on the floor.

He had to say something...had to do something, even if she ordered him out.

Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12

Date: 2012-03-30 10:03 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
With careful steps, Charon walked around the small bed, saw her body heave with another sob as he crouched down beside her. She seemed aware of his presence; stilling a little and quieting her cries.

“What do I do?” he asked, unsure why he cared so much to risk being near her now, but something compelled him, whether it was justified or not.

Her cries went silent before she eased the blanket down enough to lock eyes with him.

“Wha-what do you mean?” she choked out; throat sounding raw and nose bunged up.

“How do I stop you from crying?”

She didn't say anything for a long while, just took in his features, one by one with wet eyes. Eventually the blanket was pulled further down, showing her face and the bruises under her left eye and neck. Guilt washed over him again and he turned away like a coward, unable to look at her anymore.

“Answer me something?” she asked; small and quiet.

“Anything.” He swallowed, realizing he'd answered without the contract having the time to answer for him. The genuine want to fix things was both new and terrifying for him.

Her nose scrunched up for a moment before a hand – bruised around the wrist – rubbed at her lingering tears, gentle of her swelling eye. “Did you enjoy any of...that?”

A feeling much like a thick clog filled his throat; his own defense against the sudden 'yes' that forced it's way out of his mouth. Despite his guard, she didn't seem as offended or upset by his answer as he'd thought. For a moment she looked...thoughtful, her exposed hand gripping and releasing the edge of the blanket.

“I did to...I think that's the worst about it all. That...that my body ended up finding something good in it, even though it was humiliating and...painful,” she gave the appearance of someone trying to hold in vomit, but continued regardless, “I was,” a sad laugh, “going to buy your contract tomorrow morning too...but...then...this...” Another river of tears ran thick from her eyes as she buried her face. To his utter surprise, she reached out that hand, grasped the collar of his jacket and brought his face close; his forehead touch her own.

“Would you have done it, if it was up to you?” she choked out.

“No.” He felt the wet warmth of her tears on his ruined skin as she sobbed again, this time it sounded nearly relieved. Never would he have touched a woman in such a violently sexual way as what he'd been forced to do with her. Charon knew he was many terrible things, but he wished, out of all of them, he wasn't now a rapist...

“I didn't think you would.” she managed to say through her upset, face stuffed hard against his neck.

His chest grew warm when her arms snaked out to latch around his neck, hugging him to the bed where she sniffled under his chin. She expelled her pain against him, only flinching for a moment when he reciprocated the gesture of touch, clinging harder when he relaxed beside her.

To know that she had planned to take him from this place, that she didn't hate him, that he would be able to protect her from now on, Charon held her close since she allowed him to and fully enjoyed the way she felt and smelt. If he could have, he would have tried to smile as she curled into him.

Eventually her sobs grew quiet again and her breathing relaxed into a soft waft against his throat. She whimpered when he went to remove himself, finally – after a few tries – he relented and dared to lie on the edge of her bed. The girl slept pressed against him.

“I will keep you safe...smoothskin. No more pain...” he muttered, staring at the wall as she slept. He would stay awake, watch the door and above all...make sure nothing hurt her again, especially him not him...

“You are safe...again.”

Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12

Date: 2012-03-30 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Not the OP but, as someone who regularly does ghoul-related fills, I have to say that I'm absolutely in LOVE. With your LW, the characterization you accomplished with Charon and Ahzrukhal, and just...everything. Please do more fills anon, your writing style has me blown away!

Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12

Date: 2012-03-31 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Totally agree with the above commenter.
Wonderful descriptions, really nice details... great bit of work a!a

Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12

Date: 2012-04-02 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Unsettling and off putting and painful, exactly how it should've been. Great job A!A.

Re: Charon/F!LW "To Do As You're Told" 12/12

Date: 2012-04-19 09:46 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Devoured this one in a hurry and never got round to commenting... let me correct that mistake.

Totally brilliant! You actually pulled of a sexy non-con while staying painfully believable. At least for me, that's a first. Great work, A!A.

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