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1 through F › Constantine
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,621
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Constantine, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
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Always Watching by GreyPenInk
Part 2
Yes, Helen did love every inch of your body then; there was not a chance she would have missed Dr. Olmin’s marks. I wonder if you knew he thought you were beautiful. Oh yes you were one of his eight little lovelies. I believe you were the second youngest and his third favorite. Perverted sadistic monster; I’ve met demons that would not do what he did to you, well at least not until you were older.
Still he really did take such a sexual thrill at seeing your body tremble and shake with the electricity running through you. Your whimpers always got him aroused and the screams you would let out when he would increase the voltages never failed to bring him to climax. You never did cry in front of him, I remember that now.
It was always the shock treatment for you; he never did put a hand on you like he did the older ones. Yet he always made you watch when he molested and hurt his victims. I don’t what he got off more on; hurting them and hearing their cries or watching you try to break out of bonds and help them. You were so noble then, each and every time you would try, you had to try to help them.
Actually maybe it was a good thing Helen had been with you. Behind closed doors she did treat you like a lover, didn’t she? On the times she worked the all night shifts she would come in and just hold you or let you hold her. I hated her on those nights, somehow even more then on the times you two would make out. You got to know female anatomy very well in those months. I wonder if you knew she really was beginning to love you in the weeks before she was deported. Being American by blood didn’t really help her then. Yet without her you would have only known what Dr. Olmin showed you like the other teen that had grown up in there with you.
It was on your sixteenth birthday that he cooed into your ear; “Enjoy your birthday and enjoy your innocence. You have three days because I can’t wait any longer. In three days you’ll be under me screaming and begging me to stop.”
Though he didn’t come anywhere near you that day; that was the day that all faith was truly lost. Something in you snapped that day and you were quiet the rest of your birthday. You were completely silent, didn’t say a word, make a sound and not even a single snore that night. I tried to comfort you that night; I ran my fingers through your hair and over your face. I tried harder then ever before to get rid of your memories of demons, pain and Dr. Olmin’s form of torture. I think I nearly woke you several times. I wasn’t supposed to but I healed you that night. You were the first in over three hundred years that I did that for. I couldn’t believe I did that then, I still can’t believe I did that now. Yet back then I was ready to heal you again as soon as that monster was done with you. It hurt something in me to know that was all I could do. I am far to attached to you, John.
That next morning you woke up acting different. You acted like you were someone else and it had nothing to do with the healing I gave you. All that day you were stealthy and collected different pills from everyone, no one noticed or suspected that it was you who did this because it was so unlike you. In fact nobody paid you any attention that day. That night you slept so lightly you barely got any sleep at all. The next day was the same, collecting different types of medication, and that night was also the same. Yet no the morning of the third day, the day of your scheduled rape you were all smiley and happy acting. I thought you had snapped again. After breakfast you merrily took a huge glass of water to your room. I could do nothing to stop you. Pill after pill, sip of water after sip of water; it all went into you. It didn’t take long to start to take effect. Poor boy, it was hell for you to be alive but in death it would be the real Hell you were going to face. You just wanted to escape, to save yourself from that rapist, that sadistic monster. However you had just pulled yourself from the frying pan and into the fire as your earth sayings go. It was shortly after you lost consciousness that someone found you and in their surprise call nine one one.
One of the ambulance crew stuck something long down your throat; I think it cleaned out your stomach or something. Even with that you still died. For two extremely long minutes you were dead. Oh how Lucifer hates that, to almost get someone, especially the young ones.
Things changed after that, Dr. Olmin and his orderlies were investigated and found to be fakes, who had forged their papers. You and a few others were released and then I lost tract of you for a bit. I had been reassigned to be a Half-Angel and equal out the balance that had been shifted went Lucifer sent up the Half-Demon Balthazar. It was harder to keep track of you after that, but I still did. You became obsessed with learning everything you could about Heaven, Hell, Angels, Demons and Half-Breeds. Then you became one of this world’s best exorcists of all time, deporting Hell’s Children right and left. You also began to smoke, drink and sleep around a bit. Over the years you became more and more jaded, putting less and less belief in God, good, Angels and Half-Angels. You sunk inside the darkness in you, you swam in the memories of Hell you had. You really disappointed me John. Where is the Noble soul that was once with you in your every breath? No matter that now, I have the perfect plan to bring out your noble soul.
Lord help this world for I am far to attached to you, John, to care. You, the most beautiful babe, loveliest child, stunning adolescent, exquisite man and noblest soul have captured my affections completely.
The End
Always Watching by GreyPenInk
Part 2
Yes, Helen did love every inch of your body then; there was not a chance she would have missed Dr. Olmin’s marks. I wonder if you knew he thought you were beautiful. Oh yes you were one of his eight little lovelies. I believe you were the second youngest and his third favorite. Perverted sadistic monster; I’ve met demons that would not do what he did to you, well at least not until you were older.
Still he really did take such a sexual thrill at seeing your body tremble and shake with the electricity running through you. Your whimpers always got him aroused and the screams you would let out when he would increase the voltages never failed to bring him to climax. You never did cry in front of him, I remember that now.
It was always the shock treatment for you; he never did put a hand on you like he did the older ones. Yet he always made you watch when he molested and hurt his victims. I don’t what he got off more on; hurting them and hearing their cries or watching you try to break out of bonds and help them. You were so noble then, each and every time you would try, you had to try to help them.
Actually maybe it was a good thing Helen had been with you. Behind closed doors she did treat you like a lover, didn’t she? On the times she worked the all night shifts she would come in and just hold you or let you hold her. I hated her on those nights, somehow even more then on the times you two would make out. You got to know female anatomy very well in those months. I wonder if you knew she really was beginning to love you in the weeks before she was deported. Being American by blood didn’t really help her then. Yet without her you would have only known what Dr. Olmin showed you like the other teen that had grown up in there with you.
It was on your sixteenth birthday that he cooed into your ear; “Enjoy your birthday and enjoy your innocence. You have three days because I can’t wait any longer. In three days you’ll be under me screaming and begging me to stop.”
Though he didn’t come anywhere near you that day; that was the day that all faith was truly lost. Something in you snapped that day and you were quiet the rest of your birthday. You were completely silent, didn’t say a word, make a sound and not even a single snore that night. I tried to comfort you that night; I ran my fingers through your hair and over your face. I tried harder then ever before to get rid of your memories of demons, pain and Dr. Olmin’s form of torture. I think I nearly woke you several times. I wasn’t supposed to but I healed you that night. You were the first in over three hundred years that I did that for. I couldn’t believe I did that then, I still can’t believe I did that now. Yet back then I was ready to heal you again as soon as that monster was done with you. It hurt something in me to know that was all I could do. I am far to attached to you, John.
That next morning you woke up acting different. You acted like you were someone else and it had nothing to do with the healing I gave you. All that day you were stealthy and collected different pills from everyone, no one noticed or suspected that it was you who did this because it was so unlike you. In fact nobody paid you any attention that day. That night you slept so lightly you barely got any sleep at all. The next day was the same, collecting different types of medication, and that night was also the same. Yet no the morning of the third day, the day of your scheduled rape you were all smiley and happy acting. I thought you had snapped again. After breakfast you merrily took a huge glass of water to your room. I could do nothing to stop you. Pill after pill, sip of water after sip of water; it all went into you. It didn’t take long to start to take effect. Poor boy, it was hell for you to be alive but in death it would be the real Hell you were going to face. You just wanted to escape, to save yourself from that rapist, that sadistic monster. However you had just pulled yourself from the frying pan and into the fire as your earth sayings go. It was shortly after you lost consciousness that someone found you and in their surprise call nine one one.
One of the ambulance crew stuck something long down your throat; I think it cleaned out your stomach or something. Even with that you still died. For two extremely long minutes you were dead. Oh how Lucifer hates that, to almost get someone, especially the young ones.
Things changed after that, Dr. Olmin and his orderlies were investigated and found to be fakes, who had forged their papers. You and a few others were released and then I lost tract of you for a bit. I had been reassigned to be a Half-Angel and equal out the balance that had been shifted went Lucifer sent up the Half-Demon Balthazar. It was harder to keep track of you after that, but I still did. You became obsessed with learning everything you could about Heaven, Hell, Angels, Demons and Half-Breeds. Then you became one of this world’s best exorcists of all time, deporting Hell’s Children right and left. You also began to smoke, drink and sleep around a bit. Over the years you became more and more jaded, putting less and less belief in God, good, Angels and Half-Angels. You sunk inside the darkness in you, you swam in the memories of Hell you had. You really disappointed me John. Where is the Noble soul that was once with you in your every breath? No matter that now, I have the perfect plan to bring out your noble soul.
Lord help this world for I am far to attached to you, John, to care. You, the most beautiful babe, loveliest child, stunning adolescent, exquisite man and noblest soul have captured my affections completely.
The End