Subj: Taken to Task, Part 1
Date: 6/11/00 12:42:48 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Carol H. Monterosso
"WILLIE!!!!!"
He could hear his name bellowing throughout the house. It was bad! Very bad. What on earth had he done now to illicit such hate. He always liked his name but everytime he heard it now, it only brought immense fear.
Creeping slowly up the cellar stairs, he peaked through the bars of the steel door. He saw no one. It would be one quick run to the front door and he'd be temporarily away from his nemesis and whatever fate awaited. Knowing it would creak slightly, he slowly opened the heavy door allowing just enough room for him to slip out and make a mad dash to freedom.
"Willie! Where are you going?" Barnabas yelled from the top of the stairs. Willie froze in his tracks just yards away from escape. He knew he couldn't move with those dark, unyielding eyes boring into him. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"
"Yessssss..." he stuttered. It was unfortunate that he did this when he was nervous but so much made him nervous of late that it occured more often than not.
"Come up here! Now!"
"But, Barnabas, I've got things to do. You know that." He tried to delay the inevitable as much as he could. Usually to no avail.
"I said NOW!"
With a deep sigh and a look toward the front door, Willie solemnly walked up the stairs to meet Barnabas. With one swift move, Barnabas grabbed Willie by the arm and brought him to his room.
"Oh, please, Barnabas, don't make me! You know I can't do it!"
"You'll do as you're told or I'll beat the living daylights out of you!" He roughtly threw Willie onto his bed.
"I can't! I can't! It just ain't right!" he pleaded.
"Then you'll suffer the consequences." Barnabas spat as he lifted his cane over Willie's head. Even though he tried to shield himself against the vicious blows that landed on his body, this beating was better than having to yield to Barnabas' carnal desires.
Since his last failed romance, Barnabas had an insatiable need to quelch his desires. Nothing had worked out as he had planned. Not with Josette. Not with Maggie. Not with Vickie. He was constantly thwarted every step of the way. But it didn't stop his animal lust from pulsing in his veins. He still felt the need to possess...to ravage...to consume someone; anyone that could satisfy him
Had he still been a vampire, it would've been easier to take Willie. One bite and he would've had Willie eating out of his hand. So to speak, that is. Willie would've been eating something long, hard and pulsating. But, that damn Julia, cured him. Now look at him. He had to sweet talk women and still they refused him. He didn't have much luck trying to coerce Willie, either. Why else would he be beating the crap out of him now?
"Oh, yes, Willie," he thought. Lost in his reverie, he forgot how many times he had struck the young man who was now whimpering and cowering on the floor. His arms still shielded his head while tears streamed down his face.
"Please....Barnabas...don't hurt me anymore! Please...don't. I'll do whatever you want. Just stop!"
"You'll let me have you? Now? Tomorrow? Forever?"
Willie felt an overwhelming need to vomit. Not only was he suffering badly from the severe beating but just the thought of sucking another man or letting him ream you was just too much for Willie to bear. He had never been with a man; never had the desire or the need. Even all those long months aboard ship when he and Jason traveled the world, he suffered out the journey only to be rewarded with days and nights languishing in bed with a sultry blond, redhead, or brunette. He wasn't picky. As long as she was willing, he was able. And was he able! Months without sex only made him insatiable. While Jason was looking for their next score, Willie made sure he scored as many times as the women allowed. And, even if they said "NO", he was going in anyway!
But, that was a long time ago. He was another person back then. He was his own man. He could speak for himself and have people listen. Sure, he was cocky but people took notice of him. And that's what counted. People knew Willie Loomis. And if they didn't notice him, he made sure they did.
Now, no one cared what happened to him. Barnabas could do whatever he pleased and he'd be too scared to relay the traumatic incident to anyone lest they be brought in to his nightmare. Who would save him now?
"Oh, God, no! I can't!" he cried, waiting for the next round of blows to send him into oblivion.
to be continued