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Buried Alive By Love	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Well my dear, have you quite exhausted yourself trying to kick through the wall?” Jean Claude asked as he entered the room.
Roxy was slumped against the farthest wall from Ville. Hours of kicking the wall had yeilded no results, despite all her theories of “stress.” And she was getting hungry.
“Roxanne?” he walked uo the the glass and put his hand against her back through it.
She got up and sat on the opposite wall.
His face contorted angrily, “Have it your way. Have you told them what’s going to happen to you in a few hours?” he caressed the glass, speaking softly, “I can see it already. Your breathing is labored, limbs heavy. How long do you think you can hold out?”
She didn’t answer.
“I warned you Roxanne. When you displease me, I am going to take it out on him.” He walked behind Bam, who struggled feebly to get away, but his body was mostly numb from being forced to sit in the same uncomfortable position for hours.
Roxy lurched to her feet, “What do you want from me?” she yelled as Jean Claude wrapped his hand around Bam’s throat.
He smiled coldly and looked pointedly at Ville, picking up Bam and the chair, bringing both right up to the glass, “You know what you have to do, yet you play dumb. And now your poor friend here is going to suffer.”
He snapped the ropes tying Bam to the chair and pulled him up, fastening bondage cuffs to his wrists. He attached the cuffs by a length of chain through the D rings, hositing his arms above his head.
Bam whimpered as his tortured limbs protested the sudden stretch.
Ville started to scream obsenities in Finnish, his command of the English language abandoning him.
Jean Claude slipped the chain over a hook on one of the support beams so Bam’s back was to everyone. He uncerimoniously ripped the black shirt off him, exposing his flesh gone from a healthy tan to pasty, “I’ll be back in a minute.” He said teasingly.
Ville stared to kick the glass as Bam trembled, to frightened to try for escape.
Roxy sank down into her corner again. The scent of stress and fear in the air making her dizzy with hunger.
Everyone turned to the door when they heard a sharp crack.
Roxy whimpered, knowing all too well what that sound was.
Jean Claude held a long black whip in his hand. He cracked it again.
Bam saw it, gapsed and began sobbing harder.
Ville renewed his screaming.
Roxy covered her head, weeping.
Ville and Roxy froze with first strike of the whip. The only sound in the room was Bam’s scream of agony.
Jean Claude struck again, drawing blood. Again and again he hit Bam with the whip.
Ville was reduced to a puddle of tears, cursing his own impotence, weakly hitting the glass.
Roxy was frozen by the sound of the whip hitting flesh, dragged back to memories when she had suffered the same punishment, until the scent of the blood penetrated her shell shocked mind. Then she was frozen by something else entirely.
At last, Jean Claude ended it. Bam had long since stopped sobbing or screaming. His body sagged, the only thing keeping him upright was the chain connecting his wrists.
Jean Claude lifted him up and secured him to the pillar with another length of chain before coming back to the glass, “Roxanne.” He whispered silkily, knowing only she could hear him through the thick, “I’m going to win this fight, and if you keep it going long enough, I may just leave you in here with their corpses.”
She couldn’t respond to that, she just hung her head and wept.
Chuckling, Jean Claude left.
Ville stopped crying eventually and rounded on Roxy, “Just do whatever the fuck he wants! He’s going to kill him!” he shouted, “And it’s going to be all your fault! Just fucking do it!”
Roxy looked up at him and he saw for the first time how terrible she looked. Her skin was pale and he could see the viens beneath her skin. Her eyes had gone from soft brown to red rimmed almost orange. Even her hair was lank an stringy, “You haven’t got a fucking clue. He wants me to eat you. And even if I did that he’d still kill Bam.”
Ville sat down abruptly, “Eat me?”
“Eat you. I’ve gone too long without blood to only take a little. He means for me to kill you.”
He thought strangely that this was the first time she’d ever really had a British accent, “Would I turn into one of you?”
She shook her head, “No. You’d just be dead. I’d have to transfer my blood to you, and I would never do that to you.” The smell of Bam’s open wounds was maddening. Ville’s heart beat sounded like a sledge hammer. She could practically taste the warm coppery substance pumping through his body.
Ville saw something in her eyes. He took himself off to the opposite corner and sat down quietly. There had to be some way out of this. If Bam died, he would have no reason to live, “Bammie darling. Say something please?” he called to his lover’s prone form.
“Oww.” Bam said weakly.

~*~um, all i can say is that some of you are going to hate the next chapter. fair warning: good things do not happen.~*~md
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