ANTICIPATION: The Drama and the Fury VM/OB

Title: ANTICIPATION: Trouble in Paradise (2/3) VM/OB
Author/Email: sandyg writearts2@earthlink.net
Pairing: VM/OB (and OMC)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando 1st person POV. A drunken Orlando falls in with the wrong man and jealous Viggo doesn’t like it one damned nasty bit. So what will he do?
Feedback: Sure, bring it on, kids!
WARNING: It starts out tame then all hell breaks loose. Disclaimer: Oh heck, if I had a video of this action I’d be a happy sadistic little voyeur. All words and deeds are lovely sweet fiction but we can dream, right? Oh can we!

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Mmm, I loved coming home. Unlocking the front door I walked into our flat’s main floor. "Viggo?"

My lover’s husky voice echoed from the lower floor. "Down in the studio, Orli!"

Of course that’s where my passionate artist would be! I swung myself down the spiral staircase, my feet barely hitting the black iron stairs. The bottom level high ceilinged room Viggo used as a studio was the biggest room in the warehouse turned into living space I rented in along the Thames, but it had the best light so once Viggo moved in we christened it the studio. He needed the room for his large paintings plus he could open the sliding glass doors to air out the room. I loved curling on the old beat-up red velvet chaise lounge ttch tch my man create his passionate art. I loved it even more when Viggo took a break and pinned me against the nubby velvet.

Laughing I shook my head. "Now how can I hug you when you’re coated with paint?"

Viggo shrugged and held out his muscular arms, his light blue-green eyes playfully examining his paint-splattered black overalls. "Hmm, well..." Setting down his brush Viggo undid his overalls, his hands slipping them off. Arching a brow my way he grinned. "Better, Mr. Bloom?"

Oh yes, just a thin tight T-shirt and boxers worked wonders for me. "Perfect, Mr. Mortensen." I launched myself into Viggo’s welcoming arms, hugging his beautiful body with all my strength before kissing those precious lips.

Once we came up for breath Viggo laughed in surprise. "Whoa, slow down, darling, you’re going to crack a rib here! What’s all the excitement?"

Laughing lightly I ran my lips over Viggo’s firm chin. "Mmm, I was just thinking about you all day long because I was stuck in meetings. You know how fidgety I get; sometimes after all that getting into Legolas character I think I take the Elf ethic to heart so being indoors all damned day drives me wild." Remembering my insane day I stomped my foot in sudden anger. "Oh speaking of Elves wait until you hear this; Brad fuckin’ Pitt bloody insulted me."

Viggo’s warm smile teased me. "Did he now? Hmm, do I need to go round to Brad’s hotel and sort him out for you? Give him a sound right hook on his famous chin? Batter his handsome face into a bleeding wailing mess?"

Laughing again I batted my thick dark lashes, I affecting a silly Scarlett O’Hara accent. "Well ah do thank you evarah so kindly for the special offer, my big strong manly lover, but I think we’d better not rearrange my famous co-star’s face... ha, well, not yet." Dropping the accent I shook my head. "Wait until you here this catty nonsense! While we were meeting about this whole Troy thing there was open discussion about Brad’s role, we debating how his pivotal character evolves and reacts to external impulses. I was just trying to be helpful, you know, make a few friendly insightful suggestions. Well someone didn’t appreciate my point of view. I think he’s bloody jealous of me. So after I babbled out my views on his role Brad looked right at me and said, in a really nasty voice, "Look, Orlando, if for some bizarre reason I need advice about portraying a pretty elf boy I’ll ask you for your personal insights. This historical role is completely different so I think you’re wrong." Can you imagine the nerve? Ha, Brad Pitt acting like he’s some big acting know it all. Oooh, I wanted to let him fucking have it but I decided I didn’t want to make enemies so fast. Instead my final revenge will be to completely out-act Mr. Pitt, right?"

Viggo’s breathless laughter cradled me. "That shouldn’t be too hard, my dear Orli... Brad Pitt has never impressed me as a serious actor. Have no fear, with your stunning looks and acting skills you’ll blow him right off the screen."

"Thanks very much, lover.mm smm someone deserved another tongue tangling kiss. After Viggo let me up for air I sighed in sated contentment. "But being in your strong arms makes everything better again. Oh, hold on, here’s another thing... Mark, the assistant director, asked me how it felt to be eye candy for older, more established stars. Can you imagine? I was like hello, what the fuck are you talking about? Apparently there was an article describing me as just that! They cited you, Heath Ledger, oh yeah, he’s fuckin’ older, ha, Johnny Depp and now Brad Pitt. I mean I..."

I halted, a merry smile curving my lips. Poor Viggo was laughing so hard he wheezed in breathless glee. My lips formed a mock pout. "Oh stop it."

Viggo finally sucked in air, his handsome face red from his merriment. I adored how his straight hair fell into his face. "Please, youngster... eye candy? Well, you must admit they have a valid point."

"You l bel beast!" My hands playfully beat on Viggo’s broad chest until he grabbed me close, his lips trapping mine in another fierce kiss. Melting against him I moaned in delight. "Mmmm... hey, old man, I think you need a shower."

"Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing." I was scooped into strong arms and flung across someone’s broad shoulder. Laughing in delight I let Viggo thunder up the spiral stairs, up, oh, all the way to the third floor. How perfect was this dear man?

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Ohhhh... arrghnnghh... this wet tile was certainly hard against my stiff cock. Let’s shift, there, ohh... I squirmed in delighted pain.

Viggo’s low gasping growl entered my right ear. "Darling, am I squashing something important?"

I choked in laughter. "Yeah, a-a-a little."

Viggo pulled back, his subtle gesture letting my palms brace against the slick black tile. Mmm, much better, oh, much less dangerous to my poor cock. My lover’s wet flesh smacked into me, yes, more please. I felt dizzy with desire, my breathing strained and short. Oh, ohh... hold on, hold on... my palms frantically smacked the wet tiles. No, hold on, wait... damn, I tried to remember all those lessons about clenching my PC muscle and control... arrgh...

Sensing my battle Viggo darted his strong right fingers forward and gripped my straining cock, teasing, caressing then pumping my already ready to ode ode flesh in a hard almost brutal rhythmic pulse. No. Oh please... you sneaky bastard... I was trying to... hold... on like you taught me.... nnnghhh... ahhh, oh, oh yes, no contest. My quivering body collapsed into the tile, my left cheek pressing into the hard tile. My dazed eyes watched my twitching cock release a shimmering arc into the wet air, it dissolving into the raining droplets. Oh. Score another for Canterbury! I just couldn’t match Viggo for control.

Viggo bit my shoulder. I felt him spasm deep inside me, oh, damn him he was controlling himself like only he knew how! Lovely, wicked, evil man. How could Viggo do this to me? I... Viggo claimed he studied Tantric sex so when he felt like it he could come quite a few times in controlled bursts. His strict control drove me mad, oh... gasping I hung against the tile, simply letting Viggo use me.

"All right, little boy, I’ll be nice to you." Oh ahh... Viggo slammed into me with all his force, I screaming in delirious release again, my cock quivering in response, tensing, oh, oh, wow, that felt delicious. I think I came again with no mess. Hey, that was new!

Score two deep sweet goals for this beautiful intelligent brutal man who lived all over the place. Score one for dazzling love. Score me broken in satisfaction.

"Whew! Youngster, you are going to break me. Whew!" Sliding free from me Viggo rested against the wall, he letting the water beat on his broad chest.

"Old man."

"Brat."

We grinned at each other, letting the warm water swirl away the fluids.

Love was so much fun. Sex was even better.

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"Viggo, pleaseeese come with me!"

Viggo gazed at me from his relaxed sprawl on our big bed. "Orli, really, I’m useless at these damned things. I usually say something wrong and get in trouble. Beside, if I go we’ll end up necking in the corner and what good will that do your career?"

Now why was Viggo always so damned logical? I shook my head. "So we neck in the corner! Who the fuck cares?"

My heated words gained me a deep tolerant sigh. "Darling, a casting director thinking you’re the hottest thing in town might care."

Oh no. No. I wasn’t hearing this. "Viggo, are you telling me you think we shouldn’t be seen together in public?"

Viggo silently regarded me with his beautiful serious eyes. Shit, this was one of those times where he let me answer my own stupid question. Frowning in annoyance I heaved my own deep sigh. "Viggo, are you embarrassed about us?"

Viggo sat up, he still giving me his best seriously loving gaze. "No my darling Orli I am not embarrassed. I love you and I don’t care if the world knows. But... right now you should be cautious of how the world perceives you. You’re so young and..."

My annoyed voice cut into Viggo’s gentle words. "Oh come on now, I hardly regard 25 as young!"

Viggo’s stern lips quirked a bit. "When you’re 45 you do."

Great, how was I supposed to answer that one? Say "oh that’s right Viggo, you’re 20 years older than I. What the fuck am I doing with such an decaying old man?" I certainly didn’t think Viggo was too old! I thought he was perfect! Damn, next he’d be telling me I better date some young starlet so people wouldn’t talk. Ha, I should do that just so I’d have someone to attend parties with, right? Shit.

Pouting in frustration I sank to the bed, stubbornly staring out the window to the dark river. When Viggo’s strong fingers rubbed my tense shoulders through my light maroon raw silk jacket relief cascaded through me. "Look, darling, go have a great time but don’t get too drunk. Remember I’m here waiting for you."

Bloody hell, that last quiet sentence almost sounded like a challenge. Twisting back I gazed into those mysterious light eyes. "How should I take that last statement?"

Viggo arched a brow at me. "What?"

My words blurted out beforcoulcould halt them. "I... well... you sounded like you think I wouldn’t remember." Oh shit, stupid, wrong, wrong, wrong!

Viggo groaned, he flopping back on our huge bed. A soft sorrow filled his husky voice. "Orlando, my darling, you possess a vast endless well of insecurity. I meant nothing but what I said. Look, go. Just... go and have fun." Lunging back up Viggo pressed his full lips to mine. Relaxing I returned his hard kiss, letting him pull me to my feet. My lover gently pushed me away, his wide eyes washing over me. "Sweetheart, you look astonishing, yes, you look so good. Now go score a few juicy leading man roles so you can fund my art for the next ten years."

I dissolved into relived laughter, pressing close, my lips begging for one last kiss. "Fine, you handsome man of leisure. Your wish is my pleasure."

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Viggo was right; without him alongside me I made sure I mingled and chatted, charming everyone, which wasn’t hard. Hell, I was a fairly charming young bloke plus people were intensely curious about me. All this buzz and only what, not counting the "Rings" flicks I had only been in two other major films. I could tell people wondered why and if I was special. Ha, go ask my Viggo. Man, if I felt like being naughty tonight I had my pick of pretty girls and sleek boys wanting to get to know me better. Ah me, it was so hard being wonderful.

What a weird party; technically it was a "let’s get to know everyone working on ‘Troy’" party but the industry sharks were definitely circling the talent. Of course everyone was all over Braddie boy. They could bloody well have him. Part two of Viggo being right; against my better judgment (did I ever possess any?) I was a little too drunk. Although I was charming these things made me so fucking nervous. Viggo claimed he always said the wrong things; I couldn’t believe that since he was always so calm and collected. Now me, yes, call me Mr. Open Mouth and Insert Foot. So far tonight found me tactful and restrained.

Part three of Viggo being right; two casting directors hinted to me that they were considering me for big budget leading man roles in a historical romance and a full-tilt action flick set in the future. Ha, Orlando Bloom, romantic action hero. To my drunken ears the title had a sweet ring. Hell, I’d save and romance pretty ladies onscreen but off screen was an entirely different story. Oh yes indeed, well, unless I wanted to make Viggo jealous. Ha, not a smart move.

Setting down my err, well, at least eighth glass of strong pinot I studied the food, deciding on a smoked salmon confection. Mmm, tasty... let’s sample a few more. Yeah, kiddo, you’d better eat before you started staggering. The night’s frantic edges were already looking a little fuzzy. Hell, at least under Viggo’s guidance I now drank wine; holding a wine glass looked more elegant than knocking back shots or sucking on beers. I was becoming quite the fancy toff.

"Well look who turned up?"

Ha, I knew that strong masculine voice. Whirling I almost rammed my nose in Karl Urban’s bearded cheek. "Karl!" Laughing I threw my slim arms around him, glad I had set my wine down. Karl squeezed me close, his rich dark eyes bright from his drinking. "Why are you in London?"

His merry laughter vibrated me. "I need a fuckin’ job! I heard there were some openings in this film so I decided to come beg."

Oh how sad. "Karl, you shouldn’t be begging." Inspiration filled my woozy brain. "Karl, come on, Troy’s casting director is here. I’m sure there’s something for you!" Laughing I gripped Karl’s big hand, dragging him over to Daniel, the tall handsome British casting director who always looked at me like I was one delicious dinner. I decided to use his lust to my wicked advantage.

Daniel glanced up from his conversation, his welcoming smile blinding me. "Well it’s my Legolas! And... Karl Urban, correct?"

Karl looked almost embarrasses at being recognized. "Yes, sorry to interrupt but Orlando drug me over here."

Smiling in excitement I presented Daniel my best oh pretty please look. "Daniel, you simply must cast Karl. I am sure there’s something suitably heroic for him or hell, Karl’s so talented you should have a grand part created just for him! Plus he’s certainly handsome enough for this attractive cast."

"Orlando!" Oh yes, now Karl was definitely embarrassed.

Daniel only laughed. "Why that’s high recommendation coming from our Orlando." Daniel studied Karl then he finally nodded. "Yes, hmm, look, here’s my card. Come over to the production offices tomorrow at... err, I’m free at 2:00. Does that work for you?"

Karl looked stunned. "Why of course, Daniel. I... err, thanks. Thanks so much."

"My pleasure. If our Orlando thinks you’re worth a role then perhaps so should I."

I beamed in complete delight. Karl shook his head and laughed.

Daniel fixed his dark gray eyes to mine. "Now if you’ll excuse me I must finish a little business. Orlando, don’t leave before I talk to you, all right? I have a few important matters to discuss with you."

Now that sounded mysterious. Another romantic leading man role? Yes, I was going to be busy! Offering Daniel my best flirtatious smile I nodded. "Of course, Daniel. I look forward to our talk."

Oh. After another hour of the lively party I was pretty much trashed. Karl and I shot the shit for a while until he escaped, thanking me profusely. Pressing close I playfully kissed Karl good bye, he gently holding me away from him, his beautiful eyes wide. "Orlando, you shouldn’t kiss a man with kids like that."

Winking I giggled. "Why not? It’s fun cause you are cute."

Karl shook his head. "You are wicked. So maybe later this week I can get together with Viggo and you and treat you both to dinner."

After making tentative plans I finished my last wine. OK, enough; I should make my way back home while I still remembered how to walk and talk. Right, where was Daniel?

I picked my way over to him. Those pleased gray met mine. "Orlando! There you are at last; I was just getting ready to track you down. Look, luv, let’s go somewhere quieter. I want to discuss expanding your role in this film. I personally think you don’t have enough screen time planned so... before I talk to Wolfgang I want to get your views on how you think it would work."

Excitement filled me; oh wait until Viggo heard this amazing news! "That news sounds good to me!"

Daniel shot me a knowing grin. "There’s a sweet little wine bar around the corner; we can unwind from playing this industry game and talk for real, all right?"

Smiling happily I followed Daniel’s lead, exiting with him to the quiet street. Once in the snug little bar we discussed my role, my previous roles, my future... I felt like Daniel really wanted to see me advance. It was so sweet of him to care about my career. See, there were good people left in this industry.

During our lively chatter I unwisely knocked back three more glasses of wine. After I returned from the bathroom a fourth waited for me. Oh shit, I really shouldn’t touch the shimmering pale liquid but it would be rude to refuse since Daniel was buying.

As I sipped I listened to his soft encouraging words, I vaguely wondering why the world suddenly looked a little weird, oh... definitely blurry. Oh. Oh dear God. Oh...

Daniel stood, he holding me close, walking me from the bar. "Just relax, luv."

I somehow moved but I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I... I...

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Oh. Oh good, I somehow made my way back home. Yes, I must be home because I vaguely remembered enjoying some pretty wild sex with a willing partner. My total drunkenness must have turned Viggo on. My hands caressed the warm male body pressed against me, I sliding closer. "Mmm, Viggo, what happened last night?"

Low mumbling sounded. Oh hold on... this taut slender body was much slighter than Viggo’s. No. Shit fuck no. Brutal reality slammed my brain. Who was I in bed with? I.. oh bloody fuck no. No. "But... Daniel?"

Soft laughter answered me. "Now I can say I had sex with an elf and a pirate."

Oh my God no. Oh no. Crying inremereme distress I lunged from the bed and slammed my right shoulder into the wall. Ouch. "Daniel no, oh... where the fuck are we?"

"At the InterContinental."

Where? My dazed shocked mind couldn’t picture the exact location. Sensing my confusion Daniel sounded amused. "Corner of Hyde Park, luv."

Hyde fucking Park? Shit, I was clear across the city from the Docklands. The party had been along the river so... oh shit. What time... the LED clockface silently told me 7:13AM. Christ on high I was bloody dead.

Whimpering in confusion I groped around, my fingers finally finding the light switch. Squinting I stared back at the huge bed, my eyes still not believing what I saw. Sickness filled me and not just from all my drinking. "But... we were in that bar talking then I felt so..." Halting I stared at Daniel, a damaged realization striking me. "You bloody well drugged me. You fucking slipped something in my wine! You complete bastard!"

Daniel only shrugged, a coy smile creasing his narrow lips. "ou sou say, elf boy. I just remember a very willing and definitely drunk beautiful young man coming up to my suite because he was so utterly grateful that his current role was going to be increased. Oh, yes, Orlando, after last night’s sweet performance your role is definitely going to be made scads more important."

My wildly thudding heart tightened. Fuck me I wanted to swing a punch Daniel’s way but... I didn’t want to lose this role. I knew Daniel was Wolfgang’s lover so if I attacked him I would be kicked off the film. Now how pathetic was that?

My voice shook with righteous anger. "You make me sound like a bloody whore."

Grinning lightly Daniel only shrugged again. "Ha, luv, who isn’t these days?"

Ha, maybe Daniel was right. Bloody fuck, I really should beat the crap out of him but... no. Fine, brilliant, if not beating the life from the man who controlled my film destiny made me a whore so be it. Moaning in sick frustration I finally found my clothing neatly piled on a chair. I yanked everything on, my shaking fingers barely able to button my shirt. Sitting I fumbled with my shoes.

Daniel sat watching me, a subtle smile on his face. "What’s your hurry, Orlando? Mmm, what a captivating name, yes, it matches your lovely sleek body and elegant face."

Halting I glared over at Daniel. "My bloody fuckin’ hurry? I have a jealous lover waiting at home and... and..." Tears hit my tired eyes. Fuck.

Daniel’s gray eyes widened in delight. "So it’s true about you and Viggo. My, I would have never taken him for cheering for our side. Hmm, he certainly has fine taste in young men. I envy him having you for himself but please thank him for sharing." Daniel chuckled slyly.

My logical mind screamed "oh go ahead, Orlando, punch the sadistic bastard right in the mouth. Go head, fucking hit him! You’ll find another role soon enough. Go ahead! Save your sorry pride! Come on, make a fist and fucking use it against his deceptive mouth!"

No, no, no. Hearing my sick denial my logical mind snapped "oh Orlando you are such a pathetic pussy," before it fell angrily silent. I had to agree, yes I was a pathetic cowardly pussy.

Oh Christ you idiot stop fucking arguing with yourself and get out of here! Trying not to moan again I finally finished tying my shoes. Standing I raked my shaky fingers through my long tangled hair. "Daniel... I... this never happened. Please."

Now Daniel looked vastly amused, he cocking his head at me. "Well luv, maybe not for you but I certainly will embrace fond memories of your pretty round ass opening to me."

I choked in raw fear. Enough, hurry, get away from this evil man. Oh shit, shit, shit, I know I didn’t have enough money for such a long cab ride. This was so damned degrading. I was already dead and I wanted to die from my bitter shame all over again.

Turning back to the bed I bit my lower lip. "Erm, I need money for the cab fare back to the Docklands. I didn’t anticipate being this far from home."

"Oh is that where you’re living? Charming area, quite hip, eh? Go ahead, luv, take what you need from my wallet. You certainly earned it." Grinning suggestively Daniel gestured to the dresser.

Hit him, hit him, hit him! Instead my pathetic fingers fished out 20 and five-pound notes. Mumbling goodbye I yanked open the door, stumbling down the tasteful hall. Already 7:30 in the morning. What the fuck was I going to do? Ha, I should run into the street and get hit by a cab or a fuckin’ big red bus cause at least that way I’d be in hospital. Viggo couldn’t be mad at me if I was in hospital, right? No, then he would at least feel sorry for me and wait until later to kill me.

Once I left the elevator I raced across the beautiful lobby, hurling into the cool spring air. The surprised doorman stared at me. "Cab, sir?"

I nodded in frantic haste. He escorted me to one waiting, I shoving a 5 pound note into his hand. Supplying the driver with my address I flopped back on the seat. What the bloody hell was I going to tell Viggo? Worse yet, what was he going to do after I told him?

I numbly watched the early morning light grow, my frightened heart pounding in my ears. A whimpering sigh leaked free. Bloody fuck, I should have beaten the living crap out of Daniel. Shit, oh shit, my furious jealous Viggo might want to beat the living crap out of Daniel. Oh shit. I was doomed, yes, I was doomed so many ways I could barely count them all. Ha, Viggo could supply me the Danish word for doomed, now that would be special, eh? No matter what the fucking language I was doomed.

Moaning in despair I rubbed my slim fingers over my structured face. Shit, I noticed the amused cabbie glancing back at me. Calm the fuck down already. Yeah, go ahead, tell the press you had Orlando Bloom in your cab early one morning while he was busy falling apart. Doomed.

The ride took fuckin’ forever.

Finally! Tossing two twenties at the happy driver I scrambled out, waving to the surprised morning doorman. He followed me into the retro-designed lobby. "Mr. Bloom! But..."

"Late night, Eric." Fumbling with my key I unlocked the private elevator, my spasming fingers punching in the code.

"Mr. Bloom, I..."

I only waved my hand at Eric, my wide eyes staring in utter confusion. Huh? Our private elevator was already at the bottom. That was odd. I rode up the one level, unlocking our door. My sick fear halted me from running right up to our bedroom. Wincing in anticipation I almost crawled up the stairs, my wide eyes peering into the large open upper room. OK, up another step, another, another... there, good boy, how clever you could be.

Our large bed was empty, the sheets in their usual tangled mess.

Moaning in dismay I ran to our large walk-in closet. Oh good, everything was there. But where... was Viggo already in his studio? Was he attacking a canvas in primal artistic fury? Was he down there throwing paint against the portrait of me? Christ, it would be a scene right out of one of Viggo’s previous flicks only I was much sexier than Gwyneth Paltrow.

I was losing my mind again. Thinking of Viggo in a jealous fury always did that to me. Creeping back down the stairs I performed a swift tour of the middle sitting room, the seldom used kitchen, the back bedrooms, no, no Viggo, all empty.

OK, come on, you bloody coward, go to the studio. Down, down, OK.... Speak, boy, speak. My uncertain voice almost squeaked. "Viggo?"

Silence.

Fuck, where was he?

Wandering to the glass doors overlooking the river I watched the merry sun reflect in the ripples. Inspiration rammed my frantic brain. Of course, you idiot, call Eric! Scrambling back up the stairs I grabbed my cell phone, calling down.

"Yes, Mr. Bloom?"

"Eric, did Mr. Mortensen come done earlier?"

Eric, he being the professional that he was, didn’t say well duh, you flaky moron. "Well, Mr. Bloom, I was trying to tell you I saw Mr. M. walk out about a half hour ago."

Oh no no no. "Did he say where he was going?"

"No, but Mr. M. looked rather grim, sir." I could almost hear Eric’s subtle knowing smile. Yes, I stagger home at 8:00 AM and just before I arrive Viggo stalks out in a fury. Wasn’t that JUST bloody delightful? We were going to be gossip fodder for the next few weeks.

I just bet my handsome Viggo looked grim. Doomed, so doomed. Thanking Eric I slumped down on the big black couch. My slender body felt boneless and doomed, dead, doomed.

No, do not cry, you silly pussy, you CANNOT cry! I crawled back up to the bedroom, dropping my clothing as I walked. Shower, yes, I needed to wash the sick guilt from my flesh.

Leaning against the black tile wall I let the warm water beat me. Ha, it was better than Viggo’s angry fist. No, come on, Viggo wouldn’t physically harm me, well, oh shit, if he was furious enough he... might. Mentally? Oh, I was in for a new world of pain. Yes, given the choice between mental torture and physical pain I’d rather Viggo smack me around. I’d recover much quicker from that abuse. Some frightened part of me thought I would receive both varieties from Viggo. Shivering I whimpered in dismay.

Hold on, damn it, I didn’t do anything! I was a victim here! The man raped me after he slipped me drugs. How was that my fault? What the fuck did I dong? ng?

Oh right, and I was going to run to the police and tell all. Fuck, I might as well just go apply for a job collecting rubbish because that’s where my career would be, in the rubbish heap. "Hot Young Star Presses Rape Charges Against Casting Director", no, I don’t fucking think so. Not in this universe.

Bloody hell. I gave in and started crying.

Bed. Go dry off and hide in bed, you frightened little pussy. Ha, I didn’t think I’d make that 3:00 meeting with Wang.ang. Nope, not a bloody chance.

TBC...