One hundred and twenty-five: Bosky soldier

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS. The rest of the story chapters may contain triggering material. If you would like to avoid all of this, feel free to skip to the last chapter and do not read beyond this warning.

A heavy body with broad shoulders climbed into my bed that night and I recognised the person by the smell. I rolled away from him, nearly falling out of bed and was saved only by his arm pulling me in close toward him. I didn't want to know how he had managed to sneak into the country, let alone find this house and room. I stiffened at the thing that was growing and poking into my backside.

"All these years and not even a hello or welcome?" said a deep voice in my ear. "You ignored me at the hospital too, but I assumed that was because you were so confused and unwell. Don't tell me that was on purpose too."

"What are you doing here?" I hissed. "If they find you here, you're done for. Don't you have some sort of a restriction order, forbidding you leaving your country borders?"

"My brothers are covering for me," Kiran said, nibbling my ear and fingering the tops of my trousers.

"Don't you dare," I said in a low voice. "I'll scream."

"Scream then," Kiran said, "if you dare. You're my wife. Why shouldn't I sleep in my wife's bed? Hasn't she missed me at all? I heard she's been living as a homeless woman on the city streets like a gutter rat, totally neglecting herself. Doesn't she know how pained that makes me feel? Do you know how much I've cried for you? I thought you were dead. Couldn't you have sent me a message? Even just a small message that you were still alive?"

My, but my Bosky soldier was mad. The last I'd seen him so angry was the time he'd thrown me over his desk and hurt me. I wasn't about to let him do anything like that to me again, except his arms were so tight and strong around me. Despite knowing the situation, I still couldn't bring myself to make his presence known. Right at this moment, I could only feel his growing need and my growing panic at what to do. If I let him do it, I was letting him take back control over me.

Kiran drew symbols on me and muttered curses in my ear when none of them worked.

"What have they done to you?" he muttered in anger. "How come none of the commands are working?"

His finger pressed harder and he drew a series of symbols that I didn't know.

My body arched in pain and he held me tight, while I gasped, feeling tendrils of something creeping through me. I couldn't shout. Couldn't scream. I didn't know where the pain was coming from exactly, only that it was everywhere.

He pressed me beneath him, still drawing symbols on different parts of my body.

"Crude," he said, "but effective. Doc and Whistlor were right. My father was right. We should have taken full control of you from the beginning. It would have saved all of us a lot of trouble."

I felt the control I had regained over myself break under the commands he was writing quickly all over my body. He covered my mouth with his, while I felt those writhing things creep and invade my entire body. He entered me, while I was still fighting against the pain and whatever he had triggered within me. Pain turned into pleasure which turned into passion. Then all I knew was that he fulfilled me and made me whole and all I needed was Kiran to show me the stars over and over again.

In the morning, Iain knocked on the door. When I didn't answer, he peered in and froze.

"Jean?" he approached warily, covering up my exposed body and tattered rags with the blanket that had fallen to the floor with trepidation. There was chocolatey vomit all over the place. "Jean?"

I only glared at him, unable to move. In too much pain to move. Someone had betrayed Alistair and Iain was the most obvious culprit. He searched the entire room and then found the lock on the window was broken. Immediately, he withdrew from the window, calling Alistair and the rest of the team.

What I really wanted to know was why Kiran had made an obvious show of my body. Why had he not taken me away with him like we had expected him to? It would have been possible for him to do so last night. Alistair had been so careful. Unless what he had done to me last night had been enough for him to be able to control me remotely. My body was still shuddering with waves of pain and aftershocks of something that felt unpleasantly like small bursts of electricity. With effort, I started drawing symbols on myself until the bursts of electricity settled down somewhat. When I could move more freely once more, I huddled in a ball under the blankets, feeling disgusted, dirty and angry with myself. I hadn't been able to fight him at all.