her hand shoots out and aims with purpose, lusting for his cheek to land on. She has absolutely every intent on making it a powerful and resounding 'slap' that will echo through the corridors long after her close departure.
IT WAS NOTHING HE HADN’T FELT BEFORE. she wasn’t the first to send a stinging sensation over his cheek, && he knew she wouldn’t be the last. it was a common enough action when he decided to have his fun. his expression showed no rage, no seething anger or even annoyance. but his eyes, they burned with a flaming desire to maim her. instead of reaching for his sword, as he so desperately wanted to, he simply chuckled, metallic taste of blood gracing his tongue from where one of her rings caught his lower lip.
in two long strides, he had her backed against the wall, chest pressed to hers && one hand raising to wrap around her throat. Black Jack Randall didn’t apply enough pressure for it to hurt, not yet anyway. for once, he was going to take his sweet time. there was no one around in the dimly lit corridor to help. her darling Jamie’s cell wasn’t far, he would make sure the Scot heard every noise he drew from her. every cry, ever plead, every beg for it to end, or for him to end her life.
‘ that wasn’t your best decision, Claire. ’ his voice was bordering on casual, as if they were two old friends catching up. ‘ I allowed you to leave, for Jamie’s sake, yet you came back. you’re loyal, I’ll give you that. loyal yet ….. SO VERY STUPID. I tend not to give second chances, no exception will be made for you. that wouldn’t be fair. ’ with each sentence, his grip on her throat tightened, other hand moving to grip the wrist of the hand that struck him.
‘ perhaps I shall take your hand first, present it to Jamie. it’s sure to get some rise out of him, he has been awfully quiet as of late, it’s not providing me with much entertainment. or perhaps I’ll just take you. yes, drag you kicking && screaming to his cell, where you can see the broken shell your husband has become, while I work on breaking you. ’ he paused, allowing TWISTED GRIN to curl at bloodied lips. ‘ which would you rather first ?? we have time to get around to doing both. ’
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