Tuesday
by Red
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Tuesday
Red
STRONG R for violence.
Joss' folk.
Summary: Warning...this is a dark, dark fic...DARK.
Thoughts in italics.
Note: I adore Faith...she is one of my fave characters...this idea just hit me so I went with it. I am NOT a Faith basher.
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Everyone thinks I'm dead. That's what she wants them to think. I suppose I am. They'll say I slipped away, in my coma...peacefully. I only wish that had happened. I'd rather be dead, but the truth is, I'm alive. Alive, but far from well...breathing, but not living. I exsist for one reason...Tuesday.
That's the day she comes...the day I get fed...then played with. I know what you're thinking, played with...no, no, no sex here...she doesn't play that way. At least, not with me. No, play involves knives and paddles and those clove cigarettes she brings me that I love so damn much.
Games like, how long will this cut bleed...how many bruises can we get on this ass...how long does it take this cigarette to go out when pressed against this shoulder?
She loves her games. Sometimes I think, no, I know, Tuesday is her favorite day of the week.
More so than Friday night at the Bronze...or the daily homework inducing grind she religiously participates in. Hell, I think she likes playing with me more than she does fucking her little precious. Now THAT is saying alot.
Oh yeah, I know about them...I'm still a slayer, I can smell her all over her. There hasn't been a Tuesday my senses weren't overloaded with the smell of lust and sex and fucking hotter than hell passion. She does it on purpose, fucking her right before she comes, not showering. She wants me to know...like a damn dog pissing on it's favorite tree. She's showing me, warning me, throwing it in my face.
She knows I wanted her. Hell, I'm sure she knows I tried like crazy to make her want me. I still want her...if I could get outta these fucking chains, I'd get her...knock the bitch out, chain her ass up and make her watch me fuck her precious til' she couldn't move.
Then I'd fuck the bitch for dessert.
One day.
One day I'll find a way to get free. Oh and when that day comes...I'll have bitch for breakfast. She likes to play, I'll play with her...use her smooth, pale skin for my fucking ashtray...beat that ass like Ringo fucking Starr...see how well she wears her own fucking blood.
I'll feed her once a week, just like she does me, only maybe...maybe...maybe her dinner will be me...I bet that mouth knows what to do. Maybe I'll snack on precious while I make the bitch eat real slayer. Bitch. Fucking bitch!
Look at that fucking smug face. Damn how I wanna beat it off of her. She thinks she's won...thinks she can keep me here, without anyone knowing, finding out...for fucking ever.
She thinks she can beat me, cut me, burn me, then shove some shit sandwhiches down my throat, light my fucking cigarette and them go back to normal life for six days
She's wrong. Someone's gonna find out, I know it...find out and rescue me...put her fucking sick, twisted ass in prison. I'm the victim here. I'm the one being hurt. I'm the one who needs saving. I'm the innoc-
I knew it! I knew someone would see her one time...follow her...find me!
Fucking fantastic! It's over bitch! You are going down! Faith wins this time, baby!!!!!
What the fuck?
Precious...hey, I don't give a fuck who it is...just get me the hell outta here!
Oh fuck no...FUCK NO! NO! She can't fucking know about this!
Strong arms wrapped around the figure staring at the chained slayer, soft kisses gracing the pale, smooth neck.
"You done here, Will?"
Willow's smile grew as she rested her head back against the blonde one.
"Got something better for me to do, baby?"
It was Buffy's turn to smile.
"Oh yeah."