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Wash Away My Sins	By : horrorgal Category: +A through F > Amnesia: The Dark Descent Views: 2697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18
It felt like he was buried, his limbs heavy as he slowly woke from a very deep sleep. Daniel's eyelids cracked open, or so he thought. He could see nothing. Was he even really awake? He could not tell, his eyes closing again as his head was clouded in a stuporous fog. He wavered in and out of consciousness, remaining blind to where he was. The more he woke, the more he realized he was in a precarious situation.
He was not blind, but blindfolded. He could feel the tight press of cloth that covered his eyes, but if that wasn't bad enough, his arms were secured above his head and his ankles were equally bound, legs spread open. He felt confused, fearful and exposed as he realized further still that he was nude, increasing his vulnerability. He tried to speak, and was aghast that he was also gagged. His mouth felt so dry that it was suffocating, cloth pressed against his tongue to keep him silent. Still, he tried to yell, arms and legs tugging for freedom. Blind panic flooded his mind as he thrashed and fought against his bonds.
Daniel knew nothing of the time that passed, but he felt his body weaken the longer he fought to get free. John would not do something like this to him. It had to be Alexander's doing. He could hear no one in the room, or wherever he was being kept. He strained to hear something that would give him a clue as to where he might be, but nothing. The only sound he could hear was his own rapid breaths through his nose.
Daniel lay there between fits and struggles. He couldn't remember how he even got to this point. Had he been having dinner with John? It was vaguely familiar in his mind. They had been drinking wine as they usually did. He whimpered in frustration behind the gag. The inability to see was slowly starting to chip away at what bravery he had left. If the bastard was there, he wished he would take the damn thing off him, or at least speak to make his presence known. He at once regretted his wish when he heard a noise.
The sound of a door opening made him freeze, but his rapid breath gave away that he was aware of his visitor's presence. The door shut, and the sound of boots walked across the floor and towards his position. Instinctively, he started to thrash in some vain hope he could free himself from the horrors that awaited him. When a cool hand touched his chest, his muffled scream followed. His true fear was realized when the man standing above him finally spoke.
"I see you're finally awake, Daniel. Stop fighting so hard, you will harm yourself," he said disapprovingly, gripping his arms to pin them down more.
Alexander's nearness only made him panic more, and he fought to get a word out, the gag keeping his displeasure muffled and unclear. His heartbeat was a rapid thump in his chest, and perspiration from his struggling covered his skin. His arms ached in their strapped position, and it didn't help that the man was needlessly holding them down. He wanted to see, but at the same time he did not want to look upon him. He was sure to have a smug expression on his face. His struggle slowly abated, but it was exhaustion that won out over his desperate need to escape. He knew he wasn't going anywhere.
"That's better. You must be thirsty." Daniel felt only a sliver of relief when Alexander's touch left him. He heard liquid being poured. "No wine this time, my dear Daniel. It's only water, but it's cool." He was being touched again, but it was only to remove the gag. "Yell and scream if you wish, but it will do you no good here. No one will hear you except me."
The cloth gag was pulled out of his mouth, and he did let loose with a string of insults and curses at the man that had done this to him. He no longer just feared for himself, but for John. He had no way of knowing if he had also done something to him. A hard hand grabbed his chin and his bravery was again crushed, his rant trailing into a weak whimper. Something pressed to his lips and he heard Alexander tell him to drink. His throat was so very dry, so he obeyed, only allowed a few sips at a time until his thirst was abated.
His throat felt better, but it did little to comfort him. He gave up on another attempt to yell. Alexander was right, it would do no good, and deep down he had known that from the beginning when he awoke to this living nightmare. He took in a sharp breath as the bed shifted slightly when Alexander sat beside him. He was still blind to what was going on around him, only having sound and touch to rely on. He tensed when fingers brushed his hair gently.
"Now, lets calmly discuss things, shall we?" Alexander said, brushing his locks of hair as if it were delicate strands of silk.
"Where is John?" Daniel asked, voice stronger than he expected after all strain to his throat.
"He's not been harmed. Don't worry over him."
"I will worry. You've threatened him before. What happened? What have you done?"
"Daniel, I have not lied. He is perfectly fine. As for your memory, it is the drugs that have clouded them."
"I..I think I was having dinner with John. I can't remember past that." Daniel turned his head towards the direction of Alexander's voice. "You drugged me?"
"It was in your wine."
"How did you get anything in my wine?" Daniel's heart began to beat faster once more. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"I had easy access to it." Fingers brushed his cheek. "I'm impressed with your progress. Your nyctophobia has lessened considerably with your training. Months ago you would have given into madness by now, not being able to see," Alexander praised him.
Daniel cared nothing for his approval. "Where is John!?"
Alexander sighed. "Very well. I was going to save the surprised for a bit longer, but if you insist."
The blindfold was removed, but his eyes had to adjust to the change. They watered as he blinked rapidly, first noticing he was indeed still home. There were dozens of candles lit throughout the room, some already melting away to their last. He looked at the man and his throat felt as if it were closing up. A cry came out, a weak wheeze of a sound. He saw John standing there, yet it couldn't be. His smile was far too cold, his eyes... they weren't the right color, and they were too cruel in their appraisal of him.
"John?" he rasped.
"Afraid not, well, not completely. This is his body, I'm just borrowing it."
"Borrowing? What do you mean!?"
"Are you familiar with possession, Daniel?"

Daniel's head swam with the horrible realization. He could only nod slightly, feeling beaten down and betrayed. He didn't have to ask how long Alexander had been "borrowing" time in John's body. Laying there is silence, he could recall times when John did not seem himself, and even catching his change in eye color, always brushing it off as a play on light, or even his own mind playing tricks. The bastard had been doing this from the beginning. He closed his eyes, unable to keep looking at him. The room was beginning to feel much too hot, and he wondered why he felt dizzy, the sensation coming on suddenly. Perhaps he was in shock.
The heat went lower, his stomach muscles twitching when Alexander's fingers ran across it. "I feel strange," he said, barely containing a shudder. "Untie me.. I can't.."
"Can't what, Daniel?" His hand lingered, fingertips lazily drawing circles over his skin. His body did shudder then, his wrists and ankles taunt against the bonds in a sudden spasm when his groin warmed and tightened with unnatural arousal. Alexander's chuckle rang in his ears. "I see the aphrodisiac has begun to do it's work on you. It was a strong dose." Alexander moved and picked up the water glass and put it in front of his face. "It was tasteless, you see. Your thirst was too great to care."
Daniel turned his head away from the glass and his mocking gaze. It hurt enough that it was John he was using to play his filthy games. He didn't want to feel this and respond to the bastard's touch, but he knew it would be inevitable. Alexander had made sure of that. His eyes watered, but he refused to beg and plead. His captor was not the kind of man that would fold to such things. He just hoped he could withstand this with as much dignity as he could, and that it would be over soon. He didn't put much faith in either.
"No tears," Alexander said softly, running a thumb under his eye to catch the drop. Even that caused a intense sensation. Daniel gasped, his nerves alive with every touch. "It is my desire to have you ache for me this way without the use of drugs. One day, it will be so, but for now I will enjoy you as I can." To his relief, Alexander rose from the bed and walked across the room. Daniel watched him, like cornered prey, expecting to be devoured at any moment.
Daniel tried at his bonds again, the leather straps cuffed securely. Even the tug on his skin sent pleasure, like ripples on water. His breath hitched when his cock jerked in response. Everything felt hot, from his fingertips to his toes. He looked cautiously out of the corner of his eye at Alexander. He was pouring himself some wine, loosening the ponytail in his hair until it fell over his shoulders. John's hair. This wasn't fair. John didn't deserve this kind of treatment, to be used by this monster.
Alexander took a drink, watching him over the rim. "You look exquisite." He approached again, wine glass in hand. "Your muscles are tensed from your struggles. The perspiration dripping from every pore.." He stopped and smiled. "I used to enjoy watching you when you came to stay with me at Brennenburg. You were so interested about the history, so inquisitive about it all. I had a mind to bed you even then, but I knew you would not be seduced by an old Baron."
"I won't be now. You're using John, and drugging me to quench your twisted desires. How can you think I will ever love you?"
"As ever, the future is uncertain, but for now, I will partake in what I can, and Daniel, you are very tempting right now." To Daniel's dismay, he sat on the edge of the bed once more. The glass was lifted above his bound body and he watched it tilt, red liquid splashing over his chest and lower. He panted, biting down on his lip to hold back the shameful sounds. It felt good and cool on his skin. Alexander tilted his head down, the long hair brushing over his wet skin. God, but his body would surely shatter with the increased sensation of touch. He whimpered, not meaning to, no longer in control of what his body so hungered for.
His tongue lapped at wine and sweat, teasing one of his aroused nipples, rolling the nub between his teeth. It became twice as hard to resist when his hand joined in, the other nipple tugged and abused between skilled thumb and finger. The throb between his legs was a constant warm ache, his shaft standing indecently upright, bobbing each time it jerked in response to the sinful attention to his body. He tried hard not to voice the pleasure, but the challenge was far too great. Daniel's head thrashed from side to side against the pillow, as if in silent denial before he moaned, tortured and satisfied at once.
"You're responding even better than I'd hoped." Alexander spoke like a man performing some kind of experiment, but there was no denying the lust in his voice. "So much pleasure from just your nipples. Imagine when I go further, Daniel." A caress ran from his chest, to his stomach and ended at his hip, his fingers in constant motion, massaging his flesh. The press of his hand was maddening, it's position inches from his arousal. Responding to it all was bad enough, but he refused to beg for much needed release. He had to retain some kind of control, meager as it might be.
"There is no need to hold back," he coaxed, shifting on the bed in a more dominate position to toy over his body.
Is he hearing my thoughts? Has he invaded my mind again as well? Daniel swallowed thickly. Even his tongue was tingling. He trembled to feather light touches, his continued lustful responses delighting the man that hovered above him. John. It wasn't John. Daniel's fingers curled against his palms, nails digging into the skin to try offsetting the pleasure with pain. It didn't help. It only seemed to increase the desire the drug had induced in him. Pre-cum seeped from the head of his cock while Alexander watched with fascinated glee. His face burned with shame as he feared how long he would have to endure this torment. This wasn't like it had been with John during their private moments. This was about complete domination over his being.
"Daniel, you are near perfection," Alexander said, lowering down his body. "One day soon, you will be perfect in every way. I will make sure of that." Daniel had no idea what he meant, but he could hardly think straight any longer. His legs that were already open, were widened further, thighs pushed up so his knees were bent. The straps holding his ankles tightened slightly, the leather tugging his skin rapturously. "Submit to what your body wants," Alexander purred. "You have before."
Daniel's heart raced and his voice finally and completely betrayed him as he cried out. Memories came to him, of he and John and those moments he had become afraid, like someone else was using him. The bastard had been there before, taking what he wanted from him. Even the knowledge could not subdue the sultry desire throughout every inch if his body. Alexander's devilish tongue caressed and explored his shaft, from base to tip in slow repetition, lapping at the clear liquid that continued to leak from his cock head. His body arched eagerly, the leather straps creaking with the strain being put in them. He needed release, the tightness in his groin growing more vigorous with his attention.
Daniel tried not to look, but he chanced it, Alexander's eyes catching his own. Those two different colored eyes, their stare cool and commanding. His mouth was hovered over his organ, teasing the head with soft licks. Daniel hated himself, but he needed more to relieve the pressure. He arched his hips in offering, the head bumping soft against his lips. The grin that spread across his face was frightening, and it caught Daniel off guard. He gasped and tried to let his lower body fall back to the bed, but Alexander slid his hands under to catch him, hands cupping his ass to keep him upright.
"You must be desperate by now. You crave climax, but are fighting to ask me for it. Such determination must be admired." He ran his tongue slow over the length of his shaft, the tip of his tongue tracing veins and up to the curve of the head. "It's okay to implore me, Daniel." He let him fall gently back on the bed as he rose up to grab the oil that sat on the nightstand. Daniel wordlessly watched him. "It's alright. I enjoy your stubbornness."
The steady throb continued mercilessly and Daniel could do nothing to ease himself of the ache. If he could only climax, perhaps he could overcome the lust that had taken over his body. He licked his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat as he watched Alexander pour oil over his fingers, spreading it along the digits. Just a few strokes was all he needed. His breath rasped as Alexander lowered back on the bed. It shamed him to show how eager he was, but trying to hide his need was impossible.
"Relax, my love," he said with such care that Daniel foolishly hoped that somehow John was fighting his way back. Those strange cool eyes were still watching him, his voice deep and alluring. He wanted to hear John's much lighter tone, and to see the smile in his eyes. Alexander positioned himself between his legs and slid one of his oil slicked fingers along his anus. Daniel felt the press and the slow entry. His other hand pressed against the inside of his right thigh to keep him spread open. The bastard appeared to purposely ignore his bobbing cock, his eyes focused on the finger that he was pushing in and out of him.
"You are incredibly tight," he said, his voice low and husky. "This is the first time I have really been able to take my time to appreciate every private aspect of your anatomy," he added in a soft musing tone. Daniel whimpered, the sensation of his thrusting finger pleasurable, but getting him no closer to orgasm. His curiosity was oddly scientific in nature. All the while his finger explored, the tip pressing and rolling inside him to find the spot that made him quiver the most.
"Have you always been in control of him?" His voice wavered.
"A few times, but never completely as I am now. It was time to show you just how much more power I have now." A second finger slipped inside to further prepare him. "This is more personal, now that you know it's me. I much prefer your true raw emotions."
"I hate you."
"Of course you do." Alexander's fingers scissored rough and deep. "As much as you hate me now, one day you will love me unconditionally." Daniel's response of denial was cut off by a surprised yell. His fingers were dancing wildly against his prostate. He felt the building orgasm. His vision blurred through relived tears, body tense and arched in eager anticipation. He was deaf to all but his own cries when he was finally rewarded with a climax, the heat of his seed splashing over his stomach. His fingers continued to manipulate him as he fell back against the bed with a moaning sob.
"There you are," Alexander said to him, easing his fingers out. He stood and began to strip off his own clothing.
Daniel turned his head to watch him, looking away just as quickly. It was John's body, but this was not natural. It wasn't really his lover. Alexander was going to fuck him. Of course he was expecting it, but what frightened him more was that his cock was still stiff and throbbing, even after his release. The drug was still in his system, and he had no way of knowing how long it would last. He felt a tug at one of his ankles and looked down to see him unstrapping it. Alexander went about the task in silence, moving to the other to do the same.
Fully nude, he walked up along the side of the bed, his cock hard and bobbing as he moved. Daniel felt another rush of throbbing heat and forced himself to look away from his aroused manhood. Another soft tug at his wrists and one of his arms was set free. He hissed in pain as he slowly pulled it down from the extended position. He had a mind to flee once his other wrist was untied, but he knew that his legs would not carry him far. Where would he run to? He pulled his other arm down when he was able, working them both to get the blood flowing. As free as his limbs were, he was still trapped in a web, and the spider was descending upon him.
AN: Might be a odd place to end the chapter, but I felt I needed to there. Not sure how much longer Daniel will be caught in this web, and I didn't want a mega long chapter. Plus it's been ages since I updated this one, so I thought this was a good start. Sorry for any typos or errors. I, as always, try to make sure there isn't, but I miss them from time to time. Thanks for reading.
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