Seduction--Part Three

Téa struggled for emotional and physical control. Unsuccessfully she tried to stifle a gasp as he stroked up the back of her thigh with his free hand and ran his tongue down into her cleavage. Oh Lord, what’s happening to me... she thought, acutely horrified at her own reaction... Here I am in the arms of god knows who... or what... and I still respond to him... I still want his hands on me...

As if reading her mind, he paused momentarily to look at her, smiling in undisguised amusement. “See... I know how to make you feel good, princess,” he mocked. “I’m gonna make you feel real good, so good that you won’t even remember your name when I’m through...” His face softened, becoming open, innocent... “This is gonna to be a night you’ll never forget, Delgado... You’re little fairytale is about to come true.” Running his tongue across his lower lip, he grinned maliciously at her, pleased with the effect he surmised he was having on her...

“Todd, please,” Téa whispered, “You’re hurting my neck, please... I’m not trying to get away...” She reached out her hand to touch his face, going on instinct, clinging to the belief that he wouldn’t hurt her....

Deep inside of him there was blackness and pain everywhere... swirling, twisting, boiling... Todd fought wildly to gain a foothold in the chaotic depths of his own mind. He was only half aware of what was going on, but he could feel the power of the pain and hatred pulsing through the darkness that shrouded his vision. Everything seemed murky, dreamlike, constantly shifting--changing direction...

He tried to listen, to tune into what was going on, but that only intensified the pain stabbing through him until it was excruciating. Slowly it crushed him down, threatening to render him unconscious... What the hell is going on... I’ve never felt like this before... why can’t I see... I’ve got to stay conscious... Téa... Téa, where are you...?

She looked up at him in wonder... I know this is the monster... the one that rapes, abuses... destroys... Téa’s nerves were raw with suppressed tension, but outwardly she remained calm... this is the one I’m supposed to fear, to hate... but, somehow... she acknowledged, surprised... Somehow, I don’t feel that way... here, now... face to face with him... I don’t feel that way at all... As her fingertips tentatively made contact with Todd’s cheek, an unsettling realization washed over her... I’ve always been so adamant... so perfectly, sanctimoniously sure that I could never accept this side of Todd... She watched as he predictably jerked his face away from her touch... But now... now, I’m not so sure... I’m not sure of anything anymore....

Through Todd's eyes the other one watched. His lust for her was almost unbearable. She was so exciting, so desirable--and yes, so damned, deliciously trusting. He wanted to destroy that trust, shred it beyond repair. He wanted to burn himself permanently into her soul, as he had done to other women who had hurt Todd. Burn her in a way so irrevocable that she could never wrest herself free of the ugly memory... and of him... He wanted to lay claim to her in the only way he understood--through brutality--bonding her to him forever in terror and pain... much more satisfying, more lasting than mere love. He smiled to himself at the thought, at the idea of possessing her soul that way...

She had surprised him so far by not putting up any kind of a fight, by not showing fear. What was she up to--what was her game? No matter, he had a job to do and a beautiful woman to turn inside out, something he excelled at... He had come to protect Todd from his own silly weakness and to teach her a long overdue lesson, to teach her what it really means to love Todd Manning...

Never taking his eyes off of hers, he ran his tongue along her jaw line. Deeply inhaling her sweet scent, he nuzzled her playfully, kissing her repeatedly below her right ear. He hesitated, as her fingertips made gentle contact with his face a second time...

Pathetic, little fool... he thought... wishing for romance, kindness, warmth... from him...? He tried to do all those things with the blonde, and what did it get him...? Just another knife in the back, twisting--deeper and deeper... Doesn’t she know what he’s been through in his disgusting little life... doesn’t she see the damage she’s doing... ?

As Todd moved his face beyond her touch, Téa laid her hand lightly on his chest, taking odd comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat. She paused there, staring at her own hand, then raised her eyes slowly to meet his. The face was the same, it was still the impossibly beautiful face of the man she wanted more than anything. Adrenalin flooded through her as she made eye contact with him. The burning intensity, the danger in his eyes caused her heart to pound as her mind reeled with a fresh, chilling thought... I’m going to go through with this... Oh, Mother of God, help me... I’m going to give myself to this man tonight... regardless of what he does... no matter who or what he is...

Look at her... so vulnerable... He thought to himself, pulling his face out of her reach... What are you doing, you little bitch...? Don’t play games with me... no one wants me... no one can stand me... don’t pretend that you like what you see... what you feel... He stretched her head further back, enjoying her helplessness and the thought of what was to come... He looked into her eyes, momentarily transfixed by the emotions that he glimpsed there, but not moved... Too late, precious... I’m not buying it...

“Sorry, Chiquita, I’m afraid it’s too late for your little... games,” he snarled, sliding his right hand up to stroke her throat. “You’ve screwed up, screwed everything up--and you’ve gotten away with it for way too long.” He watched her lovely eyes search his... She’s not afraid... she still thinks she’s safe... He pulled her closer, nuzzling the side of her face again. “You’ve made the one, big, unacceptable mistake, Delgado--you made Todd feel again--something that just can’t happen...”

“You see sweetheart, I keep Todd safe from all his feelings...” He paused to kiss her lightly on the cheek, smiling. “I make sure that he never forgets how stupid they are, that they’re his fatal weakness. They’re painful, horrible, too frightening for poor little Todd to handle.” His hand tightened around the back of her neck as he moved his face in, lips next to her ear... “You see... as far as women are concerned, he just can’t do feelings... no... no, because when you feel something for a woman, you leave yourself open... wide open... you’re a walking target... When you feel, they can hurt you...”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Todd,” she choked out, “I love...”

“Shut up!” he cut her off, jerking her head back even farther. She felt his body begin to shake... “Don’t talk to me about love, whore, you’re no different from the others...” His voice fell to a menacing whisper as his right hand squeezed down on her throat... “You’re just like all the rest... Women... when you feel, that’s when they get you... they make you need them and then they betray you... Remember Bible Boy... huh, Delgado... remember all the times you went running to the good Reverend?”

Téa tried to shift her weight to ease the strain on her back, his grip tightened on her throat in response... “And what about all those times you got poor little Todd’s ass thrown in jail, hmmm...? You just stood by and enjoyed it... didn’t you, bitch... Was that love... was it...?

“It wasn’t like that,” Téa managed to blurt out. “I did... I do love you... but I can’t follow you blindly when you’re out of control, sometimes I just can’t be with you...”

She felt his body go rigid, “That’s what she said”, he murmured...”I just can’t be with you...” There was a long pause. Téa felt his breathing catch, felt him start to tremble again. He continued, his voice now soft, too soft... “No... no women, no more love... no more feeling... When you feel, they just desert you... leave you alone, crying in the dark... leave you alone... with the man--the monster.” He pulled back slightly, looking at her. Téa was horrified by the emptiness she saw in his eyes. “When you feel...” his face twitched, contorting in repressed pain. His voice shook, barely audible... “When you feel... the man does things to you... When you feel... you want to die...”

To be continued...

Part Four

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