Pain
Faith gazed at the slumped figure tied to the chair in the centre of her hotel room. Ever since she’d sled Sunnydale the Council had sent their teams after her but she’d turned them all back. She hadn’t taken a prisoner before but this team leader had been different. Usually they begged or cursed her when she came for them. Not him though – he’d simply fought back with a sort of calm defiance that she’d found intriguing. Breaking him would be a challenge.
She grabbed the unconscious man’s hair and pulled his head back. His face was unremarkable, save for the brilliance of his blue eyes. He didn’t have the dark good looks of Angel or the good-natured handsomeness of Xander. Rather he had the scholarly features of a young Giles, albeit her critical eye noted a better built, more defined body. What was it with England, the rouge Slayer wondered idly, did they have a conveyer belt or something?
Suddenly the Slayer realised the young man was coming round from his earlier beating. “Why hiya sugar,” she purred seductively the fingers of her free hand running through his hair. “Ready for round two?”
Fear flickered in the eyes of the Council operative but his voice remained steady. “I’d take a rain check if it’s all the same with you.”
Faith chuckled throatily. He had nerve, she’d give him that. Her hand moved from his sandy brown down his face and to his thickly muscled shoulders. He had a nice body, but all those gym hours weren’t going to help him now. “So honey, you know my name. What’s yours?”
The man licked his lips nervously. Finally he answered. “Kenneth Walton-Jones.”
The Slayer laughed hysterically. “Who killed Kenny? I did.”
“Torturing me won’t do any good. The council will still send teams after you.”
“This isn’t about intimidation, its about culture,” the slayer replied as she leaned over the man, giving him an ample view of the contents of her low-cut T-shirt. “You’re about to become a piece of performance art.” The girl pulled away from her captive, a look of sadistic glee on her face. His fear was under control but soon he’d be screaming like a baby.
Faith took a swig from the beer bottle on the room’s table. “Want some?” At the man’s slight shake of the head, she continued on. “So what did the Council tell you about its resident dark secret?”
“That you murdered several people in Sunnydale including the Slayer and two Watchers.”
The brunette almost flinched at the man’s stark words. She turned away so he couldn’t see the guilt in her eyes. Recently her hands had run with the blood of innocents, she butchered them with a song in her heart but those first few deaths still caused her nightmares.
The deputy mayor had been a mistake, he really had, but her attempted frame-up of Buffy hadn’t been. Things had spun out of control after that. First, goofy Xander, thinking they’d screwed actually meant something, had died at her hands. That was the one she regretted the most. Not because he’d meant anything, men were disposable him more than most, but because after that it was inevitable.
Next to die was Angel. That one hadn’t bothered her in the slightest. After all she was the Slayer, that was her job to kill vampires – soul or no soul.
B the Bitch had come after her then. Buffy, the Slayer who was better than everyone, everyone except her. It had been her toughest fight yet but in the end, Buffy’s reluctance to take a human life had given her the edge she’d needed.
The two watchers, Ripper and Wussley had come next. Ripper had fought hard but Wussley had begged most magnificently before she’d finished with him. After finishing off the Watchers she’d considered going after Queen C and Red but in the end had just skipped town.
Since then she’d been running, trying to keep ahead of the Council. She knew it could only end one way, but until then she intended to have some fun.
Her composure back, the Slayer swung round to face her prisoner. Where to begin she wondered as her eyes slid up and down her victim’s body. Her eyes stopped at the man’s hands. Humiliation instead of pain, that was the way to start.
She stalked across the room, her hips swinging sinuously as she moved, and grabbed the man’s hand. Forcing his fingers apart she pulled his engagement ring off. “Wow! What a rock!” she exclaimed as she examined the ring and tried it on her own hand. “If I don’t keep it for myself, I’ll get a few hundred for it at the pawn shop.”
“You bitch!”
The Slayer gave her captive a backhanded slap that rocked his head back and split his bottom lip open. “Don’t you forget it,” she laughed gaily. “Who’s the lucky girl anyway?” she asked as she straddled him.
“Wilma Whyndham-Price,” replied Kenneth.
“Welsey’s sister?” At the man’s slight nod, Faith started laughing. “Wicked cool! Once I’ve finished with you I’ll have to head to dear old blighty and go for the all family.”
“Don’t you touch her!” The veins on the Englishman’s neck bulged and jumped as he struggled in vain to escape the restraints trapping him in the chair.
“Calm down,” Faith patted the man on his head, almost as if he was a dog. “I was just joking. So how long you been engaged?”
The man stared at her sullenly before answering. “Eight months.”
“And in all that time has she ever done this for you.” Slowly the slayer rose, her movements sinuous and a seductive smile playing on her voluptuous lips. She began to move erotically, her body swaying to a rhythmic beat that only she could hear. She slowly began to undress, loving the way her prisoner was unable to tear his eyes away from her body. Finally she pulled off her top and draped it on her mesmerised captive’s shoulder before straddling him, noting with satisfaction his hardness. “Like that did you?” she purred, pushing her breasts into Kenneth’s face. “Kiss them,” she demanded.
Kenneth leaned forward automatically before pulling away. “No.”
Sudden rage swamped the Slayer. Grabbing a handful of hair, she yanked the man’s head violently back. “Do as I say or I’ll snap your neck!”
“Do it then,” her prisoner replied coolly. “Then I won’t feel a thing when you torture me.”
Faith laughed, he was brave all right but she’d break him – snap him like a twig. Anchoring her legs around his waist, she leaned down to the room’s dirty floor and went through her pants pockets. Finding what she wanted, she sat back up. “You think so?” She lit her cigarette lighter. “After I’ve snapped your neck leaving you a cripple I’ll burn out your eyes with this lighter and cut your tongue out with my knife. Then I’ll leave you here, unable to move, see or even scream for help.”
Wordlessly Kenneth leaned forward and began licking at the brunette’s breasts. His efforts gained him a slap across the face. “Delicately,” she scolded. “You’re not licking a lollipop.”
The man started again, this time working his tongue in a slow circular motion around the rapidly hardening left nipple before changing his focus to the right. Soon the Slayer was moaning in ecstasy. She tore eagerly into his pants and impaled herself on him. Twice she brought herself to the brink of climax only to teasingly pull away. The third time she allowed him to explode inside her. A cocksure grin on her face, she climbed off her prisoner, a slight sheen of sweat covering her naked body. “I bet your girlfriend never did that for you.”
“No, but then she’s not a twenty quid a go slapper.”
Faith flinched at the man’s coldly mocking words. In her mind she heard her father telling her again that she was nothing but a filthy whore. Rage overwhelmed her, spinning round she slammed her fist into her captive’s face, shattering his nose and sending him crashing to the floor. A snarl on her lips, the Slayer grabbed the operative around the neck and began choking him. Suddenly she pulled away. “That would be waaay too easy.”
Pulling the chair upright she began preparing for her next step. Finally she was ready. She stared into Kenneth’s glazed eyes. “Before you died we could have fun. You could have had all this,” her free hand traced the curves of her sensual yet athletic frame. “But now.”
She began to pour the contents of the kettle she just boiled into her prisoner’s naked lap. Faith closed her eyes, allowing Kenneth’s screams to fill her ears. She gave pain because in the end that was all she had to give.