Reece's Faith, Part 28

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'It's been quiet too long,' thought the girl. A hard shudder ran up her spine.

'He's testing me.' Her fists clenched unconsciously at her sides. 'I hear him breathing, he's so close.' Standing tensely for so long caused her arm to twitch, jerking her chained and bloodied wrist. She whimpered out loud from the pain.


The word left her lips without warning and she fretted. A bead of cold sweat trickled down her back at her audible sign of weakness. He always got her good in the dark. She closed her eyes tightly and pressed herself closely against the rusted pipe in hopes of disappearing.

"You cry like a girl, you fucking pussy!"

The blow to her head sent the girl to her already bruised knees, wrenching her chained arm hard. She grunted, nostrils flaring in anger.

"Get up, you little shit!" He hauled her to her feet by her hair.

She winced as his foul alcohol-laden breath blew across her face. Her heart was beating so hard with the urge to spit at him that she felt dizzy.

"How's my little soldier?" He chuckled.

"My arm hurts, Sir." she managed through her dry throat and clenched teeth.

"Good." He patted her cheek, making her sneer in disgust. "If you'd have obeyed me yesterday..."

"I won for you, didn't I?" she cut him off. "You're sleeping on fancy sheets because of me."

He stood there staring at her with a sickening smile on his face. The girl stared back, unflinching in her defiance. Her eyes appeared to glow and he felt a twinge of uneasiness. Masking his fear, he chuckled and lifted his hand. It was intended to frighten her, but the girl stuck out her chin in a daring move.

"You're tough, I'll give you that. A good little moneymaker you are." He sneered at her cocky grin, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

The girl put her hand in her pocket and fingered the business card. 'The Lounge, huh?' She thought about what she could possibly do in a place like that. 'He's probably a fucking pimp.'

'You're not an animal'. Frankie, the well-dressed man's, words echoed in her head. She closed her fist around the already crumpled card and ground her teeth.

'But I am, aren't I?' she sighed. 'Whatever this guy has to offer, has to be better than this.'

She'd been existing like this too long. Just out of her teens, the girl was feeling rather rebellious. She tried to break away, but He found her and made sure she'd never try that again.

'Stupid. I should have waited till he was passed out. At least til he took me home.'

She yanked at the chain again in frustration. He said her attempt at freedom was a need for more discipline, and fear. But she was tired of being a trained dog. The urge to escape burned in her veins, freedom was inevitable. She'd take it any way she could, at any cost. She was just waiting for another opportunity. The girl shook loose that train of thought, it only made her heart beat faster. The more pumped she was, the more careless she became. He could always sense her anxiety and used it against her. If she wasn't careful, she'd get another beating and she needed her strength.

She measured her breats and listened to his footsteps in the dark. She was hungry and her stomach knew it was time to eat.

"Chow time," he said as he threw a metal tray on the floor at her feet.

The back of her head hit the pipe with a loud clang as the bright floodlights blinded her. Her blue eyes teared uncontrollably, the sensation making her nose run.

"You're so goddamned pathetic. I'll make a man outta you yet, soldier." He said as he laughed.

"I'm not a man...Sir." she muttered, knowing she'd be hit for it.

He grabbed her head and brought her face centimeters away from his.

"Then why do you fuck women?" He asked with amusement, tightening his grip on her head.

"Because you're to drunk to get it up," she smirked, then added, and you like to watch me..Sir."

He growled, throwing her head back as he released it. She readied herself for the blow, but it didn't come.

"Fucking animal."

She bristled with anger.

"I'm NOT an animal!!" she yelled and pulled on her chain again, re-opening the wound she made earlier. "Look what you made me do!" She screamed in frustration, "I fucking hate you!"

But there was no answer, just a chuckle as he ascended the stairs, infuriating her more.

"I'll fucking kill you." she vowed quietly, trying to control her breathing again.

She lifted her shoulder and wiped her nose on her shirt. Once her eyes adjusted, she squatted down and examined the food.

'Not too bad.' She thought of the meal. The good thing about being someone's trained pet was that she ate well. With her free hand, she balanced the tray on her knees. Once settled, she used that same hand to shovel the food into her mouth. No more utensils until she learned to behave herself, he said. She knew better; he was becoming afraid of her. She was tall, and muscular, and as strong as three men. She could kill him with one blow. He should fear her--he'd made her.

She chuckled with the memory of how the last woman he brought home had come downstairs to her. She wasn't chained then, she was behaving. The woman was nothing special to look at, but she was damned horny. Drunk and horny. The girl snickered.

'Man was he pissed when he found us.'

The girl had to lay on her stomach to reach the water, as he loved to make her crawl. This too was in a metal cup.

'Serves him right,' she thought as she drank. 'Women have needs too.' she smirked. 'And she needed me.'

She stared distractedly at the cup for a moment, then grinned wickedly.

Daddy must have been pretty drunk to have given her an opportunity such as this one. She took the empty cup and placed it under her booted foot.

Although she could hear the drunken sounds from him and the woman upstairs, she was careful to be quiet while she worked at it. Slowly and methodically she turned it over and over, crushing it into itself thinner and thinner. Then she wedged it in between the pipe and the handcuff. There was a slight scraping noise, and the girl had to stifle a scream of triumph.

She stood there for hours, coiled tightly. If not for the sporadic twitching of her fists, ahe would have been immobile. She had to count between breaths so she wouldn't hyperventilate, she was that pumped. Staring at the stairs, waiting for him to come downstairs to start the morning drills, her eyes concentrated on the highest step in her line of vision. The dark rings around her irises made her eyes appear the color of ice. She'd waited rigidly, all night, backed up against the pipe, not daring to move a muscle for fear he'd sense her freedom. Then who knew what he'd do. No, she had to be far away this time. She'd wait.

The sound of footsteps nearing the basement door caused her heart to pound faster. The door creaked open. Excited beyond words, she was taking in huge gulps of air as he approached.

"Morning, soldier. Are you ready for your combat drills?"

"Yes Sir!" She nearly shouted. The adrenaline pumped through her body so quickly she felt a sense of euphoria. Just like before a fight, she welcomed the feeling.

"Well," he chuckled. "Someone's mighty eager to get their ass kicked this fine morning."

She spoke, unable to control herself.

He slapped her across the face. Her eyes burned angrily into his, she stood up to her full height sneering menacingly.

"What did you say?" he shouted, raising a fist to her.

The girl grabbed his fist in her hand, and squeezed.

"I said fuck you, Sir!" she hollered in his face, her nostrils flaring.

"Why you insolent little.."

His words were cut short as her newly freed fist landed squarely on his mouth, knocking him to his knees. The girl never let go of his hand, crushing his fingers slowly.

"You'll pay for this, you ...ugh!"

Again her fist landed. And again and again..

"Here's your little soldier kicking your goddamned ass, you sick mother fucker!"

Kicking and punching in a rage, the girl spat as the blood shot out of his nose onto her face.

"You wanna see animal? I'll fucking kill you!" she shouted at his lifeless form.


"OW! Baby!" Faith rubbed her shoulder.

Reece jumped up, her heart pounding out of her chest. She was standing on the side of the bed, confused, soaking wet and breathing heavily. Her fists were closed so tightly that one of her palms was bleeding. Her temples ached from the tension in her clenched jaw.

"Honey? Please, come back here."

Faith's voice soothed her, cutting mercifully through her wild confusion. Reece felt her legs trembling and sat down on the bed before her knees gave way.

"That's right, sweetheart, come here, let me see what you've done to yourself this time."

The club owner felt the nightmare fade some and began to relax as Faith took her hand and guided her. She took a deep cleansing breath and let it out slowly, shakily, turning to face her lover.

"Wanna talk about it, Reece?" Faith spoke calmly, stroking the long fingers she was holding. The look in those blue eyes frightened her.

Reece shook her head, not wanting to speak at all until she was sure she wasn't going to cry. The myriad of emotions overwhelmed her. She could still feel his bones breaking under her fist.

"Ok, honey, but sooner or later we're going to. I can't stand seeing you go through this." The actress took another tissue from the nightstand and wiped away the last traces of blood from her lover's palm.

The tall woman pulled her hand away and sat at the edge of the bed. She put her hands on her head and rocked back and forth, breathing deeply through her mouth. The words were right there, she wanted to share this with Faith. Maybe if she talked about it, got it in the open, it would stop torturing her. Not yet.. I can't tell her yet.

"Reece, please. I don't know what to do." Faith felt helpless and rubbed her lover's back in big comforting circles. "This is eating you up alive, and it scares me. Not to mention giving me a run for my money. You really socked me this time."

Fear twisted her guts and the club owner spun around so quickly she startled her lover, who nearly fell backwards off the bed. Reece grabbed Faith's arm and pulled her towards her, her eyes still burning with the past.

"What did you just say?" She asked so harshly, the sound of her own rage frightened her.

"Reece, you're scaring me, let go!"

The club owner blinked a few times then dropped Faith's arm like she was burned. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, and jumped up and ran out of the room.

Faith cried in sympathy for her lover, and in frustration that Reece wouldn't let her help. The actress had no idea what her lover was going through, but knew it had to be horrible for her to react this way. At first when Reece had these nightmares and withdrew into herself, Faith felt angry and left out. Now she felt hurt, and useless. Bracing herself for a long night, she followed Reece downstairs and found a faint glow from the guestroom.

Reece would have run out into the street if it weren't for the fact she was naked. She wanted to get as far away from Faith as she could. The knowledge that her own weakness, the inability to talk about these nightmares, had caused her to strike her lover was too much to bear right now. The fear in those green eyes caused her stomach to flip, but she refused to give in. Reece was so tired of reliving the past. She just wanted to forget it all. And now she was dragging the single most important person in her life into hell. She fought the urge to throw up and stepped into the shower, trying to wash the pain away.

Standing outside the bathroom door, Faith listened. Many times after an "episode" as she called it, Reece would get sick to her stomach. And when she finally emerged from the bathroom, spent and embarrassed, Faith was there with hot tea, open arms and a head full of unasked questions. They never talked about it. Faith understood Reece's need to keep this secret. She didn't like it, but she finally understood.

Reece turned off the water and sat on the side of the tub, burying her face in the towel she was holding.

The actress listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom, and slid down the door, heartbroken. Reece wasn't sick this time, she was crying. The muffled sobs brought a sick feeling to Faith's stomach. Reece was in terrible pain.

"Baby...?" The actress called out quietly. "Reece, it's ok. Please come out and let me hold you." Faith could feel her chest tighten. This was the most horrible feeling she'd ever experienced.

Reece grew angry. Faith was crying, and that hurt the club owner even more. The tall woman stood and stared at herself in the mirror. She remembered the first time she had stared at her self in this mirror. It was right after she broke free from Him. When Frankie came and rescued her.

God...look at me.

She ran her hands over her body, examining the scars, watching her reflection do the same. The first time she was here, doing this same thing, she was thinner.

Not to mention wilder, younger. She thought as she examined her face. Untamed. An animal. She bared her teeth.

The Animal.

A powerful surge of adrenaline forced Reece to exhale loudly. The club owner felt defeated. The weight of her past winning over her strength to forget it. It was so close to he surface, she couldn't fight it. No one could supress the will of The Animal. She was unbeatable.

Reece stood taller and flexed her arms, staring in wonder at her reflection. She realized that she had no idea who she was any more. She felt confused and alone.

It was too quiet in the bathroom and Faith became worried. Reece never did this before and she was afraid at what emotional state her lover would be in when she finally came out.

"Reece, stop it now! I won't allow you to go there, I love you baby, please let me help you."

The tall woman froze. Faith was frantic. Reece dropped her hands to her sides and stared into her own eyes.

Shithead. Someone loves you. Faith loves you.

"Even if I'm The Animal?" she asked the door.

"Because you are." it answered.

Reece suddenly felt relieved and took a robe off the back of the door. She couldn't help but grin at her lover's reply.

Faith sat on the bed and watched as her lover came out of the bathroom. She waited for Reece to do something, give her an idea as to what was going on inside her head. The last thing she expected was to see the cock-eyed smile she loved so much.

"Hey you." The actress smiled back.

Reece bent down to her knees in front of her lover. She stared into her green eyes with wonder.

"You ok?" Faith tried to smooth the dark hair down, but it had a mind of its own.

"Yeah, I think." the club owner nodded and looked away.

"Wanna talk?" Faith tried.

"Ok." Reece blew out a shaky breath.

The actress wasn't prepared for that and had no idea what to say. She was shocked and tried to organize the jumble of questions she had whirling around in her head.

"These dreams, they're not dreams," Reece started hesitantly, clearing Faith's head immediately.

"They're real." The tall woman winced at her confession.

"What do you mean, Reece?" Faith asked as her lover got up and started to pace.

"I go back...before Frankie, when I was, uh, fighting?" she looked to Faith. "You know..?" This was more difficult than she'd imagined.

"It's ok baby, I know about that. Go on." Faith smiled reassuringly.

"Well, that man, he was mean, and sometimes I relive those things." The tall woman stopped by the dresser and leaned on it, her back to her lover.

Faith got up and wrapped her arms around Reece, laying her head on her back, upset to feel her strong lover trembling.

"Shhh, it's ok, baby, it's over now. He can't do anything to you anymore."

"I killed him." she whispered, tears falling down her face in anticipation of losing Faith forever.

Faith's eyes shot open but to her credit, she didn't flinch.

"I beat him to death."

The actress tugged at her lover until they were facing each other.

"This bothers me, Reece, I won't lie. It scares me that you have the ability to kill with your hands." Her look of shock confirming her words.

"He wasn't the first. I was trained to kill... for sport. For other people's amusement." The club owner stiffened visibly. "For money." she whispered.

"You had no choice." Faith cupped her lover's face in her hands. "Reece, the idea frightens me. It frightens me to death, but you don't frighten me." The actress was shaken, but she knew Reece would never hurt her.

"How can you stand there and be so kind to a killer?" She wondered, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Because I'm positive that isn't you anymore. That part of your life is gone. The Reece Corbett I'm here with now isn't a killer."

"I was just before. It was so real." she shivered.

"God, if he weren't dead, I'd kill him. What did he do to you?" Faith stroked Reece's face softly.

"He owned me. I was his pet, an attack dog." Reece sneered as she spoke.

"Did he hurt you? Did he rape you?" Faith felt her heart beat speed up in fear.

"He hurt me alright, but he never touched me sexually. He wouldn't dare." The tall woman turned and sat Faith on the bed.

Relieved, the actress sat on her lap and lay her head on Reece's chest. She shook her head at the pounding beneath her ear.

"I'm not going to tell you I'm ok with all this, its a lot to digest right now. What you said is terrifying, and I can't imagine what it must have been like for you. To live through it, live with it, or confess it. Just know this, I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Reece, and you can't scare me off so easily"

"How can you love me?" she asked wide eyed, completely blown away by Faith's speech.

"How can I not?" Faith's eyes sparkled. She leaned over and kissed her lover tenderly.

"I don't unbderstand you Faith." Reece wrapped her arms around Faith and buried her face in her neck.

"Reece, I don't care what happened in your past. No wait, I do care, but it doesn't change anything. I didn't ask to love you...hell, I have no idea how it happened, but it happened. Now I can't imagine my life without you." Faith kissed her lover's messy hair and chuckled.

"You're something else, you know that?" Reece pulled back to look at the actress and a tear fell from her eye. Faith kissed it.

"It's ok to cry, sometimes it's the only way . It doesn't make you any less of who you are to me."

"But I feel like a baby...weak." Reece lowered her head.

Faith took Reece's hand and pulled her up on the bed, laying the dark head down on her chest so she could do "scratchies".

"Well sometimes we all have to be babied. I'd cradle you if you weren't so goddamned big." Faith grinned.

Reece moved her head and wrapped her lips around a nipple, startling her lover.


"Baby's hungry."

"Ok, I'll buy that," she laughed, "But how do you explain this?" She covered Reece's hand, which was grasping her other breast and tweaking that nipple.

The strong shoulders shrugged. "Didn't want it to feel left out?"


They awoke in the morning, in the same position. Faith smiled down at her lover's head, then kissed it.

"Mmmm." Reece slipped her arm out from under Faith's body and turned over. "Morning, babe."

"Morning yourself, sexy." Faith narrowed her eyes at the half-open robe that left one of her lover's breasts exposed.

Reece sat up took off the robe and stretched, much to Faith's delight, and then settled back down with her chin resting in her hand.

"You're the one who's sexy. Sexy."

Faith grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Hungry though, those things need a refill." she poked Faith's nipples.

"I beg your pardon. They were never filled in the first place." She sat up, covered her nipples and gave Reece a haughty expression.

Reece laughed, and kissed Faith's thigh with an open mouth, letting her tongue caress the skin briefly.

"Ohh, that's not fair. I can feel my own nipples getting hard." Faith narrowed her eyes at her unusually playful lover.

"Lemme feel!" Reece grabbed at her hands, but was slapped away.

"Nope." she smirked. "I thought you were hungry?" she stood up and headed for the door.

"My point exactly." Reece smirked and flopped down on the bed, watching her lover's shapely ass sway out of sight.

Reece felt renewed, energized. She felt a new sense of peace with her lover, and her life. She got up and poked her head into the kitchen, spying on Faith as she started the coffeepot. The club owner felt proud to be in love with her.

Reece snuck up and pressed herself against Faith's back, wrapped her arms around her and lifted her off the floor, nuzzling her neck as she did.

Faith squealed and laughed.

"Animal." She giggled.

Reece growled and bit.


"I'm your animal." She said as she put her lover down and headed to the bedroom.

"Every wild inch of you..." Faith called out from the kitchen.

"Hey what are you doing after work, Faith?" Reece asked from the top of the stairs.

"Nothing, what do you have in mind?" The actress followed and met her lover in the bedroom.

"I want you to come and meet Frankie."

Faith smiled at Reece's naked body as it waltzed into the bathroom.

"Just like this?" She questioned.

"Yeah, just like that." Reece answered as she filled the huge tub. Easing herself into the water she added, "He once told me that he would see to it that no one would ever own me again."

Faith slid into the tub alongside her lover and groaned with pleasure. "Well I'm glad he was there to see to it."

"No, that's just the point, I want to rub you in his face."

"Oh Reece, I don't own you." Faith got choked up.

"Yes you do, and I wouldn't have it any other way."


Part 29

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