Revenge

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he said, admiring his handiwork. “How long I’ve waited to… exact my revenge.” He reached out to wipe the blood away from her nose, but she twisted away, nostrils flared.

She didn’t respond- how could she? She hadn’t seen him in years, and he was no longer the shy, sweet kid she’d trained. He was big, now, taller than her, lean and muscle-bound; his demeanor had shifted, too. It felt like there was something dark beneath the surface, like knowing there was something predatory stalking her, but not being able to see it.

As he leaned back, the bedsprings creaking, she was forced to admit he’d done everything right when it came to abducting someone. She only had herself to thank for that.

“What, lost for words? When you were still at the Agency, weren’t you notorious for your ‘quick judgement and sharp tongue?’” His gaze flicked briefly to her mouth, and then down the length of her body. “What happened?” A small smile graced his face.

Pushing herself up against the headboard, she offered him a cold, calculating look. “I don’t have anything. For you or them. I left of my own accord, and if they’re trying to scare me into giving up information, I don’t have anything to say.”

He actually laughed at that, a quiet, mild-mannered laugh characteristic of most sociopaths. “Is *that* what you think this is? Okay, I heard you left without their money- honorable, honestly- but I didn’t realize you were so scared of them coming after you. It makes me wonder what you do know.” She watched as he sat slightly more upright and pulled his t-shirt off, revealing not only muscle, but brutal scars, evidently from some combat he’d been in. He turned to toss the dark shirt onto the desk chair, saying, “But no, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here for me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure. Regardless of how long I’ve known you, I’m not going to fall into whatever trap this is. I don’t know what they could possibly want to get out of me, when all I wanted was to get out, and-”

“I said that’s not why I’m here,” he raised his voice slightly as he faced her, eliciting an involuntary flinch. “And you don’t know me anymore. It’s been years since I last saw you. You probably don’t know that they changed the training after you left.” He ran his hands through his hair, and then got off the bed, clearly agitated. “It doesn’t help that you just left, with no warning to the recruits you were training- myself, for instance- but your training style was replaced with something far more violent, and far more effective. It weeded out the weak ones.”

“You’re monologuing, psycho,” she interjected. “And you’re doing a *great* job of making this look like anything other than a company call.” He didn’t even send a glance her way, opting to continue pacing instead.

“Let me cut to the chase then. They had us practice torture and interrogation methods on each other, not just combat.” He came over to the side of the bed closest to her, now speaking almost inaudibly, forcing her to resist the overwhelming urge to try to get away. “I stayed. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would come back, so I did what I thought would make you proud of me.” He crouched beside her, pushing her hair out of her face to look her in the eyes. “But you never came back. And since then, I’ve continued working for the Agency, because I now know they were right to do what they did.” He stroked her cheek. “They made me strong. I would never have been enough for you, would never have been strong enough to fight you, win you over, if it hadn’t been-”

“I’m sorry I didn’t leave a letter of resignation with you, Your Highness,” she hissed, pulling away from him again. “But why the fuck do you think I left? It was either me hurting kids like you as part of your training, or my immediate removal. I hate myself every second of every day for how I left you, but I couldn’t go back. I have family members, friends, a life. And you’d best believe they have the records of my assignments, so they could easily hand me over to the country that would pay the most. Forgive me if I had priorities.”

But he didn’t seem to be listening.

“You’ve thought about me, huh?” His tone made her skin crawl, and now she was starting to hope his presence actually did have something to do with the Agency.

“What the fuck? No, I meant all of the kids I left-”

“I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

He rose abruptly, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no you don’t. To you, I’m still some little boy you trained.” Rubbing his jaw, he rounded on her. “Why do you think I only wanted to spar with you? Why do you think I always followed you around?”

She looked up at him, the zip ties now chafing her wrists. “You were a sweet kid-”

“There it is again!” He strode over to his bags and pulled something small from one of the side pockets. “For someone so smart, how could you be so naive?” He flicked the small thing in his hand, revealing a knife in the dim light; her skin prickled. “I found you, brought you here, to show you what you meant to me. I owe you that.”

“Hey, hey, c’mon.” Her eyes flicked between his impassive face and his knife. “I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry about what happened to you, but your anger is in the wrong place. If you don’t kill me, I can help you get revenge.”

He paused, letting out another laugh. “All of a sudden? What, are you affiliated with some other group now?” She didn’t blink, and he raised an eyebrow. “We can talk about that later. No, I have plans for us- I’m not gonna kill you.” Then he leaned in, too close for comfort, and her instinct to defend herself struck her; using the headboard as leverage, she braced herself and kicked him in the chest with both feet. He barely took a step backward, a cruel smile staining his face now as her eyes widened. “Like I said, they made me stronger.”

He caught her around the ankle as she tried to kick at him again, and he wrestled her down with little effort. When he was sitting astride her, he caught her face and brought the knife in close, just under her chin. “I’m trying to cut you loose, calm down.” Then he buried his face in her neck, taking a deep breath before freeing her. “Mm, six years and you haven’t changed.”

Instead of telling him he sounded like a freak, she placed her hands on his shoulders- he was mere inches from her, and she could see he still had faded freckles. This was the kid she’d left, now dark and irreparably damaged. And he had to be older than she’d been when she started working at the Agency, so he wasn’t wrong: he wasn’t a kid anymore, and he wasn’t the same.

She choked the guilt down- he was unstable, and if he could find her, the rest of the Agency would be able to as well. She needed out. Her hands slid to his neck almost unconsciously, and then up to caress his ears; his hands slid downward, tracing her breasts, his gaze lowered.

Then she took a firmer hold of him and slammed her head into his, feeling the distinctive snap of his nose breaking.

He recoiled with a slight grunt, affording her enough momentum to shove him back; she could either run, and assume he wouldn’t find her again, or she could fight him and risk everything. She’d been trained to fight at a disadvantage, but something felt different with him.

By the time she made up her mind, she had already tumbled over him, off the end of the bed, and had wrapped an arm around his throat. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” she whispered, ignoring the hand he’d wound in her hair. But then she felt him tear at her scalp and he pulled himself off the end of the bed too, toppling onto the ground in front of her.

His face didn’t look too bad; he’d managed to wipe most of the blood from his nose, which had already begun to swell. The smile was somehow more disturbing. He watched her scramble upright, then rose too, looming over her. He was between her and the door.

“Worth a try,” she laughed breathlessly, trying to ignore her rising panic. He took a step forward and ran a hand through his hair again.

There was a moment of silence, and they stood, staring each other down. Then she threw herself back onto the bed, reaching for the knife. The floor creaked behind her as she grabbed the blade, and when she rolled over, he was on top of her, breathing deeply. “Go ahead, babe,” he whispered, still grinning.

She swiped high, a quick jab at his throat, but he blocked the knife, wrested it from her, and threw it across the room, as though she hadn’t been trained in combat at all. It clattered in the corner, and then everything was quiet again.

“Nothing? You done?” He seemed disbelieving, but leaned in, only for her to automatically put her hands up, as though to stop him. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held them above her head, pinning her to the mattress. When she began to squirm, he let out a low chuckle, then got off of her and threw her onto her front.

A hysterical scream slipped out before he wrapped a hand around her mouth and whispered in her ear, “Shh, you wanna wake the neighbors?” She continued to struggle, but it was in vain; he ignored her and set to tearing her bra and panties from her with one hand. Then she heard him remove his own pants. “This,” he growled, “is what I wanted.” He pulled her back to him by her neck, until she was flat against him; she could feel him position his cock at her entrance. “I’ve wanted to fuck you *so* bad,” he groaned into her ear, biting it hard enough to draw blood. “You would show up to lessons wearing the thinnest clothing you could, you’d move almost like you were dancing. You would get close to ‘kids like me.’” She tried to peel his fingers from her throat, but he tightened his grip slightly. “And you know what the worst part of that was?” he whispered. “The worst part was that you didn’t notice.”

Then he pushed into her. She couldn’t do more than whimper, her eyes prickling with tears from the pain. “You would spar with me, press your body up against mine, and then leave me to fend for myself,” he grunted, punctuating every word with a thrust. He forced her back down, now wrapping both hands around her throat. “And I would try to find someone else, but no matter who I fucked, my mind would always come back to you.”

“You’re- sick bastard,” she rasped, forcing herself to focus on the danger she was in, rather than the twisting heat in her belly, or the way her legs shook each time he rammed into her.

His grip shifted from her throat to her hips as he moved to a more punishing pace. “And yet you’re *dripping* from me force-fucking you. You can’t tell me this isn’t what you want,” he ground out. She tried to prop herself up to look at him, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her head into the sheets.

Now she could feel an orgasm rising, fast and violent; she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of doing that to her. She twisted underneath him, tearing his hands from her hips and kicking him away, but he caught her by the thighs and hoisted her back onto him. He wrapped her legs around his waist, disregarding the way her hips bucked in protest, and he slammed her up against the headboard, pounding her mercilessly.

He forced his mouth over hers to stifle her protests as she began to shake uncontrollably, and she clung to him, her eyes tight shut. She could feel him laughing into her mouth until she contracted around his cock, and then he pinned her against the wall, releasing her mouth to growl, “Do that again and I’ll…” He trailed off as his pace became more sporadic.

“Hah, you’ll- anh, what? You’ll what?” she moaned, digging her nails into his back and tightening around him again. In response, he slid a hand further up to rub her clit, drawing a soft cry from her.

An earth-shattering wave struck her as he applied more pressure, and she sobbed, unable to maintain her composure. He leaned into her as she arched back, and peppered small bites across her shoulders. Then he pushed into her once, twice more and bit down on her collarbone as he filled her with cum.

He adjusted her legs and fell back onto the bed, bringing a hand to the back of her head to take her with him. She could feel him getting hard again, but she stayed down this time, her face pressed close enough to his neck to feel his pulse.

“Hmm,” he groaned, shifting slightly; she dug her nails into his side angrily, still sensitive. “What?” he laughed quietly, “Not up for round two? That’s not like you.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fpkvli/revenge