"Ethan, stop this. Ethan please!!!" she cried out. "Please!" Ethan headed for the ropes inside the painting cans, his back facing her. She got out of the bed and hurriedly raced for the door, opened it, but before she could get out, he grabbed her by her hair at the last second. She screamed this time even louder as he dragged her by her hair to the bed with the ropes in his other hand. Struggling to get out of his grip, she threw her arms and legs in the air and one of her misfit punches landed on the left night lamp stand making it fall consequently breaking the lamp's shade. He made her climb the bed and tied her up, face-up, limb by limb as she struggled to get out of his grip with missing punches and weak kicks till all the two legs and hands were well secured on the four long legs of the bed's wooden frame. The empty glass fell on the carpet below.
"You're not going anywhere! You are mine!"
"Ethan, please...what are you doing?" She cried out, tears rolling down her eyes to the side of her ears. "Please...stop this I beg you." She whimpered as her cries failed to shake him off. He took off his shirt as he stared at the mirror. The devil was staring back at him. The devil Ethan indeed. He smashed the mirror with the fist of his hand and it broke into many random-sized pieces. He turned back and looked at Elena, his right fist bleeding.
"Pleaaaaase....." She whimpered.
She was getting short breaths as her mind plundered into hopeless thoughts. He walked over to her and stared at the frightened Elena's face. He smiled at her as if he enjoyed what he was doing.
"Ethan, this is not you! Stop this madness!" She yelped at him with her short breaths making her speech a workload to say.
He looked at her. Her frightened eyes wanted to close at every second of his gaze. Ethan raced down and licked her face. She turned her face away from him but there was nothing much that she could do to help with the situation, from her perspective. And when he got bored he retracted and looked at the dress. The soft tender skin was hidden beneath. He wanted to feel that– all of it. He dug his arms from the bottom of the creased red short dress and tore it apart as he climbed up to her breasts. With every tear, Elena saw the hell's gate and the person on the other end was well honored to open it. Soon, he was staring at her; black messed hair, the inviting skin, and her hourglass-like body making him want to do more. She still had her bra and underwear on but there was no way they were going to stay there for long.
"Ethan please, stop!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. The squealing sound was all that was heard in the black convertible outside the house on the opposite side of the road. And in it was Lance, seated on the driver's seat looking through the windshield.
"It has finally started." He said. He had on his hand a length and diameter of a pen-like-structure with a red button on top. It was beeping.
"So, should we go save her now?" Mike inquired, seated on one of the rear seats.
"No, the show has just begun, and it gets better from here. The police will do the saving, not us." Lance replied.
"What did you really put in his drink, Lance?" Asked Myles who was on the other rear seat.
"Nothing much, just two Viagra pills." Lance scoffed and chuckled.
"No, I mean yeah, I get the two blue Viagra pills. What was the last small item? I couldn't quite place it."
"Just a simple little microchip." He answered. Myles and Mike looked at each other.
"Meaning?" asked Myles.
"The brain is a tool, guys. A powerful one. If put to some conditions it can work wonders." They looked at him, not being able to understand what the BioMechanical Engineering graduate was saying. He seemed like he was talking in his own foreign language.
"The Viagra pills are the condition. The microchip is what is putting the brain to respond to the condition that the body is demanding."
They still couldn't quite place it. Science was just not their thing.
"The Viagra is telling the body that it demands sex, the chip is telling the brain via electrical signals to stimulate and respond to the sex and nothing but the sex, tenfold!" Lance explained. "Have you guys understood?" He finished with a grin. They responded with slow nods.
"Don't worry I'll explain the finer details later... for now, let's just enjoy the show." He said.
"How did you come up with this idea?" Asked Myles. "And if he drank the chip, shouldn't it be fully disintegrated? I think that's what happens in our stomachs."
"I designed the chip to withstand such a stupid HCL in your stomach, Myles. For some while at least. But when it's done, the chip would have served its purpose as you can see..." another faint scream came from the house.
"This device is an on and off switch for the microchip. Right now it's beeping, meaning it's on. When I'm satisfied with what I want then I just simply turn it off." He said showing them the pen-like device. Their eyes glazed in awe. "And I can design such a thing because I am Lance Harper. I made a health device system... a bio microchip isn't much of a trouble to me."
"Let's go. The police will be here..." said Mike looking at the two. The engine started again and they drove away.
Meanwhile, Elena continued to fight for herself, feminine screams and yelps unable to scare him away. Neither was her crying. Ethan took it to his sweatpants and untied the loops on it. He approached her on the bed, his hard-on well defined for Elena to see what was coming next. He got on top of her and took off her bra. Her large brown breasts seemed to have been erected to the event. He caressed and cupped them with the back of his hands. When he pinched her nipples thereafter for amusement, she yelled in a faded audible cry. He slapped her, yet another time, and told her not to scream.