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trying, or exerting himself in any way. She just has no option, no choice but to do as he says, no matter how hard she fights him.
“You forget yourself, Lucinda,” he says calmly as he holds her against the wall and licks up the side of her face. “Do you need another reminder, hmm? I thought we had dealt with this order of control.”
She doesn’t say anything in reply, and I’m not surprised because I can see the colour rushing to her cheeks as she struggles for air. I’m frozen in place, just watching whatever this is unfolding in front of me. I should stop it. This is bullying, I’m sure of it, but something about this whole scenario seems allowable, necessary even. Maybe this is a game, or an ongoing argument. She doesn’t look scared, well, perhaps a little, but it’s more like this is something she’s done with him plenty of times before. He brings his face close to hers and watches her reactions carefully, inspects them for more information than she’s actually showing with her movements as she continues to struggle.
“Your scent becomes less palatable with each passing day,” he says, extending his arm and backing away from her as he lets go. She grabs at her throat and very nearly collapses to the floor beneath his feet. Her arms scrabble her back up it before she actually hits the deck, until she’s glaring at him again.
“Get out,” she spits, still rubbing her neck. He smirks, and quick as a flash, he has his cane at her chin, tipping it upwards and away from his gaze.
“I am taking your new toy with me.”
What new toy?
“No, she’s–”
“Mine to do with as I see fit, hmm? We have discussed who owns what, have we not? That belongs to me,” he says as he waves a hand in my direction. My eyes widen as I realise he’s talking about me. Do I hell belong to him.
“I don’t think I fucking well do.” I’m sure that shouldn’t have actually left my lips. I’m so confused as to what the hell is going on, but I’m damn sure I don’t belong to anyone. If there’s the slightest possibility I do, it’s to Roxanne. She’s the one who rescued me after all, and I do owe her some amount of thanks. He slowly turns and looks back at me, and there isn’t the slightest hint of amusement or pleasantry in his eyes. They’re hard, focused, utterly deviant, and inexcusably vicious as they sparkle with undisclosed irritation.
“Your toy is untrained I see, an appealing prospect,” he snaps, still looking at me without the slightest hint of turning away. I can feel my body trembling a little as I try to hold his stare and defend myself. I can feel the need to flick my eyes away from him coursing through me, telling me to give in, give up, to not be stupid and put myself in harm’s way. But there’s part of me that simply can’t move because I’m somehow held here by his emerald watch. Maybe he’s a wizard, or a warlock is possibly a more correct assumption.
“She’s not ready, Pascal,” Roxanne says quietly, and then she grunts at something. It’s enough for me to turn and see what. He’s pushing the end of his cane into her face, squashing it into the wall and obviously causing her pain.
“Stop, please,” I say, taking a quick step forward to protect her with my arms stretching out to him. I’ve no clue what I’m going to do but I can’t watch her squealing and hurting. “Please, don’t hurt her. I’ll go if–” He smirks at me and scans over my body.
“Your toy is also sweet natured, how deathly tedious. Does it know nothing yet?” There’s another grunt of pain followed by a gurgling sound as he sneers a little and then licks his very attractive lips. I doubt I should be thinking about his lips, or his still perfectly pressed suit and matching tie. “Lift your dress,” he says to me. My eyes widen, and that’s really not helping me to not look at his lips. I really wish I didn’t want to. I’m not even sure if my knickers are still in one
“You forget yourself, Lucinda,” he says calmly as he holds her against the wall and licks up the side of her face. “Do you need another reminder, hmm? I thought we had dealt with this order of control.”
She doesn’t say anything in reply, and I’m not surprised because I can see the colour rushing to her cheeks as she struggles for air. I’m frozen in place, just watching whatever this is unfolding in front of me. I should stop it. This is bullying, I’m sure of it, but something about this whole scenario seems allowable, necessary even. Maybe this is a game, or an ongoing argument. She doesn’t look scared, well, perhaps a little, but it’s more like this is something she’s done with him plenty of times before. He brings his face close to hers and watches her reactions carefully, inspects them for more information than she’s actually showing with her movements as she continues to struggle.
“Your scent becomes less palatable with each passing day,” he says, extending his arm and backing away from her as he lets go. She grabs at her throat and very nearly collapses to the floor beneath his feet. Her arms scrabble her back up it before she actually hits the deck, until she’s glaring at him again.
“Get out,” she spits, still rubbing her neck. He smirks, and quick as a flash, he has his cane at her chin, tipping it upwards and away from his gaze.
“I am taking your new toy with me.”
What new toy?
“No, she’s–”
“Mine to do with as I see fit, hmm? We have discussed who owns what, have we not? That belongs to me,” he says as he waves a hand in my direction. My eyes widen as I realise he’s talking about me. Do I hell belong to him.
“I don’t think I fucking well do.” I’m sure that shouldn’t have actually left my lips. I’m so confused as to what the hell is going on, but I’m damn sure I don’t belong to anyone. If there’s the slightest possibility I do, it’s to Roxanne. She’s the one who rescued me after all, and I do owe her some amount of thanks. He slowly turns and looks back at me, and there isn’t the slightest hint of amusement or pleasantry in his eyes. They’re hard, focused, utterly deviant, and inexcusably vicious as they sparkle with undisclosed irritation.
“Your toy is untrained I see, an appealing prospect,” he snaps, still looking at me without the slightest hint of turning away. I can feel my body trembling a little as I try to hold his stare and defend myself. I can feel the need to flick my eyes away from him coursing through me, telling me to give in, give up, to not be stupid and put myself in harm’s way. But there’s part of me that simply can’t move because I’m somehow held here by his emerald watch. Maybe he’s a wizard, or a warlock is possibly a more correct assumption.
“She’s not ready, Pascal,” Roxanne says quietly, and then she grunts at something. It’s enough for me to turn and see what. He’s pushing the end of his cane into her face, squashing it into the wall and obviously causing her pain.
“Stop, please,” I say, taking a quick step forward to protect her with my arms stretching out to him. I’ve no clue what I’m going to do but I can’t watch her squealing and hurting. “Please, don’t hurt her. I’ll go if–” He smirks at me and scans over my body.
“Your toy is also sweet natured, how deathly tedious. Does it know nothing yet?” There’s another grunt of pain followed by a gurgling sound as he sneers a little and then licks his very attractive lips. I doubt I should be thinking about his lips, or his still perfectly pressed suit and matching tie. “Lift your dress,” he says to me. My eyes widen, and that’s really not helping me to not look at his lips. I really wish I didn’t want to. I’m not even sure if my knickers are still in one
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