JAYBreathe, I need to breathe. Lungs hitching, need to get some air in them before they expand and explode. Something around my neck, the person who can let me go is floating in front of me, they�re hazy and indistinct. My hands scrabble in the air, I�m moaning something but it�s not a plea for them to release me and let me breathe, it�s a plea for sex, for drugs. Flashes of why I�m tied up come back to me, something has happened, my body is no longer my own, my mind is rampaging on a one track tilt towards insanity and destruction. Leather biting into my flesh, someone is hovering there, they can let me go...I�ll do anything, I�ll snort, shoot, fuck, please....the heat is over-whelming me. Something covering my torso, my arms, it just keeps on constricting, making my thoughts vacant.
Eyes snapped open and I curled up and started to gasp for breath, trying to regain lost function. I thought I could forget, why didn�t I realize that I could never forget something like that. Sheets tangled around me, I throw them off, I just want to lie there on my own. As I rolled over onto my back and continued panting I noticed that I was alone in bed. Maybe he was taking a shower or something, it really didn�t matter. Let my eyes close, just needed to calm down before tracking him down.A faint jangling assaulted my ears and I let it continue for a few moments, sure that it was only something vaguely related to me. Then my eyes shot open and stared at the empty hanger in the closet. The shirt was gone.
MARILYN�I thought you were...uh...going out with Jay...� Twiggy sighed, clasping his legs around me while I pounded into him as deeply as I could. �Always wanted this...but thought you didn�t.� It still amazed me how much he talked during sex, maybe it was one of his little fetish things, but that didn�t matter. The pressure was easing up...now I only wanted drugs. �Why don�t you take off that ugly shirt.� he said as his finger-nails ripped into my back and then trailed down.
�I like it.� Grunted before I came. He smiled wryly and snapped his legs closed as I pulled out.
�Figures you�d want something kinky like that.� he whispered, pulling on his clothes again.
�Do you have anything?� He stared at me for a second, probably still in the thralls of his orgasm. Once mine had gone I had almost forgotten about it, but now twinges of desire were assaulting my mind again. My hormones were raging and wanted just about anything that had an opening. This wasn�t me, but I couldn�t overpower it. My arms felt like they were covered with a huge rash that could only be cured with every drug available.
�What do you want?�
�Everything.�
JAYPaige answered the phone after five or six rings. I knew it was late, but he...he was one of the few people who would understand. �Paige, it�s Jay...please, you�ve got to help me find Marilyn!�
There was a long pause, I heard him say something to Bobby and they whispered for a second before I heard Paige�s steady breathing again. I knew he didn�t approve, especially since if it was revealed it could possibly fuck up two bands permanently. �Did someone kidnap him?�
Tried to control my breathing. �No...he took the shirt. He�s wearing it.�
Longer pause then it sunk in. �Oh FUCK! I�ll be right there.�
Found Marilyn in a haze of cocaine and speed only wearing the shirt. Makeup was smeared haphazardly across his face He smiled weakly as he saw me come in the room. Twiggy was lying on the floor half-conscious and half-dressed. I didn�t have to ask if they�d fucked. �Marilyn?� I asked. Immediately slapped my hand over my mouth. I wasn�t supposed to call him that, he�d get fucking pissed and take it out on me.But he didn�t.
He just slithered over to my feet and pulled himself into a kneeling position. His hands went right for my fly. I grabbed them and sank to his level. A confused look crossed his face, but he continued to smile. �You can hear me right?� I said softly. His eyes were dilating frantically, the effect only enhanced by his white contact lense.
�Wanna fuck you.� he whispered, grabbing at my fly again. I snatched his face and pulled it closer, squeezing until his cheeks pursed. Still his hands fumbled with my pants, one actually made it in and I gasped as he delicately touched the head of my cock.
�You have to understand...the shirt�s making you like this.� I tried to explain, but he was past listening. My hands started pulling at the fabric, but they only slipped over the cotton like it was a second skin. Started to frantically try to pull it up, only to watch it fill with blood as his skin peeled with it. What the fuck was happening?!!
�Jay, c�mon. Let�s just put him in a closet until we can get the right stuff, okay?� Paige said, touching my shoulder gently. I looked up at him, no, that was cruel, it would cut off his air it would turn him... �We won�t put a leash on him, okay?�
Slid my hand underneath Marilyn�s arm and pulled him to his feet. He was heavier than he looked. Paige opened the door to the closet and shoved away all of the assorted detritus that had accumulated there after years of not caring. Marilyn went in quietly, but as he saw that the door was going to be closed he threw himself at it, shrieking vague offers of oral sex and speed. I locked it quickly, thankful that his paranoia over people stealing his clothing while he was asleep had led to something so control-freakish. Sank against the door and rested my head in my hands.
Twiggy�s snoring drowned out most of Marilyn�s crying. Paige stared at me impassively as I tried to gain control of myself. �I told him...� I choked out. �Nothing was supposed to happen to him.�
�You knew that that would only make him want to try it on. You should have locked it up like I told you to.�
I was sobbing now, I didn�t give a shit if Twiggy heard...or even if Twiggy was capable of hearing. �But it was my curse to bear, I didn�t think it�d hurt him...�
Paige rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed. �What did you think it would do?! He was pretty fucking clear about what would happen if you wore it before you bought the damn thing.�
Memory frayed, still couldn�t remember how I had gotten it, why it was poisoning my life like this. �...can�t remember.� I whispered.
He sighed. �I�ll tell you again, okay?� The door shuddered under the weight of Marilyn�s assaults. I curled into myself.
�Can�t we take it off now?� I asked.
�He has to calm down a lot first. Might as well tell you the whole damn story.� Paige snapped uncharacteristically. I sighed and tried to pretend that I didn�t hear Marilyn moaning my name.
A year or so earlier...PAIGE
We were just sort of window shopping and not really intending to buy anything. I was saving up for...well, I don�t really remember. I know it was something that seemed important at the time but turned out to be really insignificant when weighed against other things.
Then we passed this weird looking little shop with bars over the windows and about a dozen locks on the door. Of course Jay wanted to go in, he was all about going places where he didn�t belong. I wasn�t so sure. The �No Loitering� signs were written in a color too close to blood for my tastes.
�C�mon Paige, please?! I don�t want to go in there alone...but maybe they�ve got some cool chokers or something.� he begged, grabbing my hand. I sighed and acquiesed.
The door chime went off and then a couple of electronic devices beeped. The whole place smelled of marijuana and incense. Not entirely a scent conducive to buying the clothing that hung from rusted hooks on the wall. Jay instantly started looking through things. I sort of hung by the door, unsure of what exactly I was supposed to be doing.
A few minutes later a completely androgynous creature emerged from the backroom. It took me a few minutes to figure out that it was a guy, and that was only from facial structure and shoulder width, not from anything else. He was wearing a tank-top forgiving enough that if he had had breasts it wouldn�t have been obvious and his arms were pretty much devoid of muscle. His hair was streaked with blue and his eyes were a sort of mix between blue and green that only was intensified by the blue light that lit up the shop. I yearned to just go and grab Jay and get him the hell out of here, but he was too far inside to pluck away without a really good explanation. I hate stores with a passion. Especially stores with pushy salespeople and...I just hated shopping.
The shop-keeper was staring at Jay and every once in a while giving me questioning looks. Eventually he walked over to Jay and whispered something in a somewhat high-pitched but still soothing voice. Jay smiled, but then the conversation must have turned to me because they both looked at me. �Yeah, we�re sort of together.� I heard him say, almost as an afterthought to whatever he had just remarked. He was touching a black and white striped shirt and the shopkeeper leaned over and whispered something into his ear. Jay said that he wanted to buy it and the guy smiled and nodded and then went into the back room to ring it up. Sort of odd behavior, but I had seen odder. At least he hadn�t accused us of stealing, which happened occasionally.
Finally Jay got the bag with his shirt and came over to me smiling. �What the hell was he talking to you about?� I asked.
�Oh, he was just wondering if I could see him after work. I said that you and I were sort of together.� he explained.
I sighed and tried to keep from yelling at him. He was great at the art of understatement. �I thought we were more than �sort of together�.�
�I�m sorry...I guess I just wasn�t thinking. It�s not like it was any of his business anyway.� he said, kissing me on the cheek. I sighed and shook my head. Sometimes Jay could be as annoying as hell, but others he was just as perfect as one could want. �Why�d you buy that anyway? It�s not..um...that great looking.�
He shrugged. �I thought it was kind of cool.�
When he took it out of the bag later that night the strong smell of herbs entered the room. I coughed and tried to convince him to wash it before he wore it, but he wouldn�t have any of that. He just slipped it on. It made him look like he actually ate, almost an optical illusion.We�d been drinking a lot earlier and he usually got really horny and playful afterwards, so I didn�t really think anything of it when he slammed me down on the bed and did a few things we probably shouldn�t have considering our mental states. Especially given the fact that Bobby was in the next room and he wasn�t asleep. I don�t think I noticed until we were done that he had taken off all of his clothes except for the shirt. I went to sleep thinking that he was going to as well.
But when I woke up I found him on the floor in the middle of a dozen empty bottles of pills. �Paige!!� he screamed, kicking himself into a sitting position. �Wanna fuck.� He stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked seductively. I narrowed my eyes at him and sighed.
�Only if you take that damn shirt off.�
He acquiesced quickly, pulling on it. The force of his drunken fumblings made him slump back down to a flat position on the floor. Eventually he stopped tugging and looked up at me pleadingly. �It won�t come off.� he whispered.