Coming out of sedation took a lot longer and was a much stranger experience. My consciousness returned first. I was awake, mostly aware, though still woozy. That moved me to panic, as much as I could, since I couldn't move. I couldn't even open my eyes. That fucking doctor. He'd paralyzed me. It was only supposed to be a simple surgery. Dana promised me an outpatient procedure. Now I was doomed to be a vegetable the rest of my life, stuck in a body I couldn't control. People around me wouldn't even know I was conscious.
Finally, right as I was really about to freak out, I was able to move my fingers. Just a bit, but it was still heartening. I could also feel pressure. I was on my back on a bed. Not my bed. I didn't think. It felt much softer than mine. There was also a weird pressure on my pelvis which felt familiar, but through the numbness I couldn't quite place. I wouldn't know what was going on until I could open my eyes.
Sound returned next. I heard a slow-paced R&B song playing. That and the sound of springs squeaking. Underneath the song I also heard light moans. Someone was having sex.
Oh, God!
I was having sex!
That made me smile. As much as my paralyzed face allowed me to. This was Beth. She planned the whole thing. Got Dana to convince me it would be years before she was free, then got me to go to a doctor to knock me out. Who knew if it was all even real? While I did want my voice back and it would have been awesome to have full range of motion in my arms it was a price I was willing to pay to see Beth sooner.
More and more feeling returned to me. I still couldn't really move, my arms and legs felt like there were 100-pound weights strapped to them. I started to get feeling back in my penis. This was probably the best way ever to come out of surgery. Beth took my hands and placed them on her ass. I had enough control that I was able to grip and hold on.
I relaxed. Stopped trying to get all my feeling back at once. It would come back on its own time without my help. I was just going to enjoy this. It felt good. There would be time later to be a more active participant. Knowing Beth, this would be the first round of many.
Finally I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry. All I could see was an outline of a person on top of me. I was still a bit fuzzy in the head, but I was alarmed. The person didn't resemble Beth, she was too large. It wasn't Dana, because she was too small.
I took my hands off her ass and tried to push her off of me. She grabbed my arms and forced them over my head. She leaned against me, pinning me down with her weight. She stifled my cries of protests with her breasts.
Whether it was because I was now awake or that she was actually close to orgasm, the woman quickened her pace. She grunted more and her moans grew louder and louder. The wet slapping of our pelvises drowned out the R&B song completely.
I continued struggling to get her off me. My strength was coming back, but not quick enough. The woman was also muscular and surprisingly strong. I didn't know if I could've fought her off even if I hadn't been drugged.
When my vision cleared I nearly had a heart attack. I could see her face, what was left of it, I knew who it was. Sarah, the Fearleader, was fucking me. She finally reached climax. As a result she released my hands, sat back up on me and grunted loudly as she ran one of her hands through her curly red hair and the other cupped her breast.
I shoved her off me. She tumbled off the bed, somersaulting backwards and hitting her head on the wall. I staggered out of the bed, backing away from her until I bumped into the opposite wall.
"What the fuck?! What the absolute fuck!" I shouted.
Sarah shakily stood up. She had one hand on the back of her head, rubbing the spot where she'd hit it. That other hand she had out, shaking it. She wanted me to stop screaming. She didn't seem that concerned by the noise she was making during sex. And since I'd woken up to being raped by a skull-faced monster I had a hard time complying.
I looked around the room. It was decorated like a teenage girl's with posters of bands everywhere. One wall seemed to be a shrine to some cute girl with her equally attractive friends. One redheaded girl was in the center of all the photos. It had to be Sarah when she was younger and still had her face.
My clothes were nowhere to be seen. I took a step towards the door. Maybe my clothes were in the living room. My legs gave out and I crashed to my knees. The world swam. The drugs weren't completely out of my system yet. The shot of adrenaline from being surprised by Sarah was quickly fading. She came next to me, put her arm around my chest and lifted me back onto the bed.
I expected her to push me back onto the bed and finish what she started. Instead she left me sitting on the edge. She stood up, dressed in a robe and walked out of the room. I couldn't tell how long she was gone. Time still didn't make sense to me. Nothing made sense. I just had one of the biggest shocks of my life and I was still hard. I looked down at my penis in amazement. Maybe all the rough sex with Beth made me immune to shock. My penis stared back at me, red and angry. There was something wrapped around the base of it. I reached down and felt a ring. I wasn't wearing a condom. Maybe the condom ripped off when I shoved Sarah away from me. I was going to take it off when Sarah walked back into the room.
She had a glass of water with a straw in it. She sat down next to me and put the straw to my lips. I was thirsty. I sucked down the water quickly as if she was going to take it away. My mouth still wasn't working properly. I was able to swallow most of it, but some water still spilled down my chin and into my lap. Sarah took the glass away and put it on an end table. She picked up her tablet PC and turned it on. She opened up a typing program and started pecking away. She was very fast with it. When she was done typing she turned the screen to me.
-Luke, I am so, soooo sorry. Please don't be mad at me.
It dawned on me then that she couldn't speak. Not with her face like that. The skin was completely gone from her forehead to her chin. She still had eyes and I saw a tongue inside her mouth. I didn't know how that worked, but without lips she couldn't make the proper sounds to communicate. I didn't know why I hadn't noticed it before. Probably because I was so freaked out by her fear powers that I just got drunk around her. I realized that we hadn't even talked the one time I met her at Madame Malfeasance's birthday party.
I thought she was shy because of her condition.
She took back the tablet and typed.
-Please say something.
"I don't know what to say. I don't even know how I got here. Did Dana drop me off? What sort of sick thing was she planning?"
-No! Dana had nothing to do with it. This was all my idea.
"Dana was supposed to take care of me."
-She didn't think ahead. She got you to the Psycho Surgeon okay, but afterwards she realized you were too drugged up to stay on her bike. So she called me and I picked you up.
"Then you decided to rape me."
-I didn't plan on it! Not at first. But you were just so approachable in the car. Do you remember?
"...no."
-You were smiling and laughing and kept calling me Beth. You told me how beautiful I was. I knew what drugs the Surgeon uses and I figured if I finished up fast enough you would never know.
"That doesn't make it okay!"
-So what? Nothing we do is okay! We're the villains.
"Then why did you freak out? You told me not to be mad and that you were sorry."
-Because I've never done this with a friend's boyfriend before. I'm such a skank!
"You've done this before? Just to strangers, though?"
-It's the only way I get laid! I'm not pretty anymore. My fucking powers keep people away from me.
"How many men have you drugged so you could rape them?"
She shoved me, like I'd said something completely offensive.
-I don't drug men!
"Evidence to the contrary."
-I take advantage. It's what I have to do for a little fucking human comfort. Most of the time I cruise clubs near closing time and find drunk men. They don't care what I really look like. It's not the greatest sex I've ever had, but it's something.
"What is wrapped around my dick? Did the condom break?"
-It's a cock ring.
"Why did you put a cock ring on me?"
-Because drunk...or drugged dudes have trouble performing sometimes. And sometimes my stupid powers penetrate their drunk minds and they lose their boners. This way they can't.
"I don't know why I'm not feeling them. Last time you made me so scared that I threw up."
-You were very drunk that night.
"I wasn't drunk before you showed up. I only started drinking so heavily because Blood Shadow told me it would make being around you easier."
-Thanks a lot. That makes me feel better.
"Don't even act like that! Don't act like you're the victim here! I know some serious shit happened to you, but look at what you did! Beth is your best friend, she works hard at it. She's spent so much time worrying about you and this is how you repay her!"
-We're all villains here, you hypocrite!
"Does that really matter? I know what you all are, I've accepted it because I love Beth! I shouldn't, but I do. But does that excuse work with your friends? Is that what you're going to tell Beth when she finds out about this? She's not going to be very happy."
-Like you're really going to tell her.
"First chance I get. I'm not going to let this ruin my relationship with her."
-If you tell her it will kill her.
"You should've thought about that before you did this," I stood up off the bed, "Now where are my pants?"
She pointed to the hall. I walked out into the living room. All my clothes were tossed onto a chair. I tried pulling on my underwear and pants, but it didn't work. I still had the cock ring on. It wouldn't let my erection go down. I tried cramming my penis into my underwear, but it was too painful. I hooked my finger under the ring and pulled. When it peeled off it snapped my finger. I dropped it on the floor.
Without the ring around it my penis deflated quick and I was able to pull up my jeans. While I sat and laced up my shoes Sarah walked down the hall. She stood in the doorway with her arms folded over her chest. Her face was wrapped up in the scarf she normally wore to hide it. All I could see were her creepy, unblinking eyes. She was looking at me like I was ducking out after an awkward one-night stand. Which, in a weird way, I kind of was.
I had to think about that.
My life had turned into a series of weird ways. I had sex in weird ways, I went to the doctor in a weird way, I had a whole new set of friends in a weird way. Ever since that day at the bank, the first one when Beth robbed me, my life had gone off the rails. There had been one moment to stop it and instead I charged straight ahead. What was I doing? Why wasn't I trying to fix it?
I finished dressing, made sure I had my wallet, keys and phone then headed for the door. Sarah picked up her tablet and typed something on it. She held it out for me to see. I ignored it. I pushed it out of my way and walked past her.
"Don't talk to me."
She pushed me in the shoulder and spun me around. Before I knew what was going on she had her free hand around my throat, picking me up and slamming me against the wall. My feet kicked out uselessly into the air. I didn’t realize that she was so strong. She stared directly in my eyes, looking at me like I was a bug she should crush.
The edges of my vision started to darken. I was going to pass out again. Her hand felt like an iron band clutched around my throat. I couldn't even slip a finger in to try and pry her off me.
Right when I thought I would pass out she let go. I dropped to the ground. Again, I got shakily got to me feet. Not a good feeling. My throat hurt. I hoped she hadn't ruined all the work the Psycho Surgeon did. It would suck if the only time I got my old voice back was to have an argument with a psychopath. If she was worried about that, she didn't show it. She pointed at the door.
I left the apartment and realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was in the city. I ended up calling Wade for a pick-up. I gave him the names of the street corner where I was. I sat on a potted plant to wait for him, rubbing my throat.
