Pretty Boy

There are three things you are aware of as you slowly surface to consciousness. One, you were cold. You were not inside anymore, the cool night air chilling you. The fact you were lying on cold metal didn't help either. Two, your hand throbbed in a crippling but localized pain. You go to move it but find it stiff and numb. Third...you feel small soft hands stroking your face. You feel that while your body was on cool steel your head was pillowed.

Opening your eyes you can just make out Fiona looking down at you. She had your head cradled in her lap and was stroking your aching head. She is humming lightly a little lullaby you hadn't heard since you were a child.

You blink a few times and wet your dry mouth. You were having trouble making out your surroundings. You were in a doorless and windowless corrugated metal enclosure of some sort. The area you were laying was square, about eight feet to a side, but the walls extended forty feet straight up to a roofless top. You could see the bright gibbous moon shining down from above, the only light source there was. You realize you were in one of those metal shipping containers tipped up to sit on its end.

You look to Fiona's moonlight silhouetted face. "Where are we?" You whisper.

She kisses you. "I don't know. Out in the country somewhere." She then adds. "Elsie can jump really really far. We're miles from home."

Your memories are swiftly coming back to you. "Where is El?" You ask.

Fiona responds in her soft voice. "I don't know. She said this was a good hiding spot and that she'd be back. She said we aren't allowed to...um...be intimate."

You sit up with a groan, your head and hand in pain. You look around at your predicament. The walls were corrugated but not designed for getting a good grip on. Combine that with your useless dominant hand and climbing simply wasn't an option. You wonder briefly if you could try to tip it somehow, but soon realize that was hopeless as well. You were stuck.

You look at your sister. "Okay, here's what we'll do. When she comes back I'll distract her and you can run for it."

Fiona shakes her head. "I'm not allowed. Elsie said."

"And I'm telling you that you can. Fiona, when I distract Elsie I am ordering you to run far away from here and find help." You command.

"Oh..." Fiona was unsure of how to treat competing orders. The latest one wins out. Every fiber of her being wants to resist but she can't help but respond. "Yes Jesse."

You notice her shiver. She was obviously as cold as you were. You were still in just your t shirt and underwear and Fiona still had on only the house coat. Sidling up close to her you take her in your arms, she hugs you back as you share your body heat with each other.

"Jesse...thank you for trying to protect me. I'm sorry you hurt your hand." She says. "But...please don't. Whatever Elsie is going to do to me...I deserve it. Okay? Don't risk yourself for me."

"Fiona, stop this talk. I'll try to get you out of this best I can, then I'll see what I can do for myself. She's a monster right now Fiona. She might kill you." You reply. "You don't deserve that."

Fiona is quiet. She finally says. "If anything happens to you..." A sob escapes her. "...it just can't okay. I couldn't stand to see you hurt Jesse. I need to protect you. I think you should run away instead of me. Please don't make me run away. You don't deserve this, I do."

You cradle her head to your chest. Tiny submissive Fiona was still trying to protect you, even now. Some part of you had always believed her protective nature was simply because she wanted to bully you herself. You were now realizing it went much deeper than that.

You hear a heavy WHUMP outside and feel the ground shake as something heavy lands nearby. Elsie had returned. Within moments you feel as the long contain gets pushed over with a mighty shove. You and Fiona hang on to each other as you topple down to the new bottom. By the time you both get to your feet the towering shadow of Elsie is at the open end of the container.

You were at a loss as to what to do. There was no way out that end without coming into arms reach of your little sister.

Elsie says in her big voice. "We be alone now. No one find us. Fiona, you no run. Me want brother first."

"Yes Elsie." Fiona obeys even as she nuzzles into you.

Shit, so much for your plan to have her make a break for it.

Fiona whispers just loud enough for you to hear. "I love you brother. Please run when you can...run and don't look back."

That wasn't happening, you weren't going to leave your sisters like this. Whatever was going to happen here the three of you would be together for it. Besides, at the moment running just wasn't an option.

El growls. "Jesse...pretty Jesse...come to Elsie pretty boy. Pretty pretty boy. Elsie want Jesse...Elsie want Jesse so bad!"

Lord have mercy!