Ello!

Oh god. I'm so sorry! I just keep typing like an idiot. This is my first M-rated fic, And I'll be publishing the next chapter at one point. I'll get back to LC at some point, I promise...

Enjoy, I guess...


Terror.

That was the only emotion that was shooting through Chell's heart as the elevator she expected to take her to safety suddenly started flying down, crashing at the end of the shaft. Pain made her flinch, gasping for breath as she picked up her portal gun, watching her own blood pool around her. Letting out a faint little wail, Chell pushed herself to a sitting position, blinking to clear her fuzzy vision. the door fizzled for a second, then opened.

Pain.

Thick, steel coated wires reached into the elevator, pulling her out none too gently. There was soft laughter, then Chell's assaulter spoke at last.

"Hallo, luv. I see you've finally found me."

It's him.

Wheatley stood before her, crossing his arms over his chest and grinning maniacally at her. The android laughed again, drawing it out this time. "Put her down," he muttered to the wires, which quickly complied and set her down on the cold stone floor. Chell glared at Wheatley, feeling yet more blood flowing out of her system. The android crouched down to her level, putting a single finger on her chin, pushing her head up slightly. Chell slapped his hand away, hitting the metal, backing away as fast as she could.

Tormented.

Wheatley laughed at her. "Don't try and escape me, luv. Every road leads back to me," he hissed in her face, his blue eyes narrowed sinisterly. "Fix her up," he snapped at the wires. They flew towards Chell instantly, pulling her to the other end of the room and trapping her against a wall. Wheatley walked towards her, pressing his hands against her chest. Chell let out a little moan as his eyes bore into hers. Despite her hatred of him, she couldn't help but feel a little aroused.

Frozen.

"You can't help it, can you?" The android whispered, sliding one finger down her face, making Chell flinch. "You feel it too."

Pleasure.

Unknown to Chell, electricity was flowing through Wheatley's circuits, making his breath hitch at the mere sight of her. Everything in front of him, everything from her fury to the way she was struggling to escape him turned on some sort of switch inside deep within him. "Don't resist me," he growled softly, letting his finger slide down her chest, barely missing her breasts. Chell moaned again, this time louder than before, now struggling even more against the wires that held her. Wheatley's eyes narrowed. He was losing her, and fast. "Look, I'll make you a deal," he whispered, staring at her. "You do what I ask you to do-" Wheatley clamped her breasts with his hands- "Stay still unless I tell you to do otherwise-" He squeezed harder- "And I'll let you go." Chell gasped for breath.

Yes.

"Well?" Wheatley murmured, growing impatient. "Do you accept, or should I just..." He gestured towards the nearby incinerator. Chell nodded quickly, obviously not wanting to sacrifice her life. Wheatley laughed softly.

"Let the games begin."