Erron Black X Reader |Pt.3
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Pt. 3 | The Big Bad Wolf
His dark, espresso-colored eyes lazily fell over the captive female, eyeing the silent, somber woman as she sat across him.
She was still bound and helpless, her face set blank as she slept, yet again escaping reality through her slumbering moments.
‘She’s out again,’ He thought to himself, emitting a low blow of air that flew up to the flat under-piece of his hat. By then he’d quickly caught on to her ingenious, little plan, taking it in with growing exasperation,
“ Nearnin' three days and not a bite,” he told himself before standing, rolling his shoulders with a low, little groan escaping him before he strode over to her.
He knew that if she kept up with her act, she’d starve before they made their way to their destination, something that would definitely reduce his pay, bringing the number down to zero if she so happened to perish while under his watch.
‘That has to be your plan...right?’ He mused while he stepped towards her slumped form, quickly reaching over to where she was, soon looming over her just as a shaken breath left her.
It was as though a cold gust of wind had violently struck her, but he knew her reaction had nothing to do with the weather.
It was still sunny out, the last bit of heat the day could provide slowly dying out, but not enough to bring anyone to such violent shivers.
‘Sunny... Well as sunny as it can get in this godforsaken place,’ He told himself, looking up to see the blinding brightness of Outworld’s star spread its last bit of light out to the realm before it retired.
'Pretty soon we'll see sundown,' He thought to himself, '...And I can't help but wonder...Just what are you're thinking of little miss...’ He wondered while bringing his eyes back down to his sleeping captive, his gaze instinctively drawn to her.
He’d formally wasted what felt like short minutes gazing at her, when in reality they were hours of silent entrancement.
It had occurred earlier too, soon after her messy outburst, following his discovery of her lovely orbs.
Even after he'd been cautious, moreso, unwilling to fall under any little spell she would have set for him, he still found himself entranced by her.
However, he reasoned that technically, it was part of his assignment.
So silently, he sat back and watched, interested in just what lay deep within the crevices of her mind, haunting her.
‘Just what does she see?’
He briefly wondered just what had her so shaken and helpless, however, the interest was easily overrun by the annoyance he felt at the small act of rebellion, because all it did was make his job harder.
- All it did was threaten his pay, and that was what it was all about.
The pay.
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“- Not a scratch on her,” The masked man said with an icy undertone present in his already curt way of speaking. “Do you hear me?” He pressed on.
With rolling eyes, Black agreed, not needing to be told twice about the done deal, because by then, it’d become almost insulting.
"- Got it." He replied back nonetheless, his tone calmed as he wiled out all of his annoyance from the short response.
“That is the only rule I have; that you bring her to me in one piece.” The cloaked male added while handing the brunette a sack of golden coins along with many other little treasures in the bag, none of which could outweigh the value of the woman within the mysterious man’s sharp eyes.
“Here. This is only a small portion of what is to come,” His new employer said with a nod full of certainty, promising so much more in exchange for the job.
“Riches await you, So long as you complete your task.” He added while he blew out a little huff of amusement, well aware of who he spoke to, having personally asked for him, because until then Erron Black hadn't had a single blunder to his name.
He knew the language the native Earthrealmer spoke, aware that so long as there was profit, there was a way to convince him.
And that was just who he needed,
- A man willing to spare no expense if it meant success.
Holding the bag within his own hand, Erron stared down at the handsome pay with widely peeled dark orbs, struck by a small stun of disbelief,
“You mean to tell me there’s more than this?” He asked with a small chuckle, tickled by the high pay he started off with, weighing the contents with his outstretched hand.
‘All this for a woman,’ Black thought while shaking his head, amused at how much the man before him was willing to pour into his hands just to have the female delivered to him.
Black was of course, a man; one who’d lived a long life.
During all his time living, he’d become aware of just how much a single woman could reign over a fool, but even then he was still in awe at the situation he was in.
But who was he to complain?
‘I’d be a bigger fool to let you take your business elsewhere,’ He thought while he chose to stay silent, swallowing down his own opinions.
“There is plenty more, but remember Erron Black, your pay will depend on the state you deliver her to me.
Take care of her throughout your travel, and make certain she is steered from danger,” He specified while he lifted his chin up, aiming to the sky as he gazed at it.
Simultaneously, while his sight properly aligned up to the heavy clouds, the sky above them roared with a mighty cry, the vicious sound echoing for miles to where the man hoped it'd reach his darling beauty.
'Hear the sky cry out; be aware of my existence as I am yours,' He thought to himself.
“Do whatever it takes, and do not fail me,” he then went on, his already dark eyes dimmed, “ And If you have to get rid of anyone that blocks your path, then do so,” He added, caring of only the end goal.
All he cared about was having (f/n) with him.
“Soon... Soon the spring will be invaded by the rain, and they will exist as they should. " he declared.
" Together, as one.” He added softly, the mask which hid his face not only hiding his identity, but the small smile that played at his lips as well.
The expression was touched by a linger of sweetness that then reached his eyes, infecting every bit of his being.
“My dear goddess… soon she will be within my arms,” He mused aloud, the change in tone apparent.
“Only you are worthy…” He added lowly, still referring to the woman and all her splendor.
“- Very well,” Black murmured while taking hold of the brim of his hat, lightly tipping it as he performed a single nod, a hidden smirk curling his lips as he agreed with the condition, taking in all of the other man’s odd behavior with astounded amusement that had yet to cease.
‘All this… All this for a woman,’ Erron thought to himself while he was also handed a scroll that gave him all of the information available.
‘It’s easy pay,’ He mused while his dark eyes scanned over the illustration of the woman, making sure to remember it down to the last detail.
With his small, personal booklet in hand, he recorded down every bit of information he had of her, including her location.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the precise location, but it narrowed down the search considerably.
‘ (F/n)’ He thought to himself while he scribbled the name onto the once blank page,‘ That’s your name little missy..,’ He thought to himself while he found himself staring down at the dark ink delicately painted onto the paper in hand.
“I’ll get back to you soon,” Black said before he whistled loudly, the call responded to by his snow-haired steed as it approached the two men with an assertive bray, letting his master know he was at his disposition.
“Good boy,” Erron said while his palm fell over the side of its long, strong neck before easily mounting the creature with a leap up,
“ And don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” He repeated while taking the reins of the saddle, turning to his employer with a wide grin, “ Very soon...with your goddess,” he added with a tickle of amusement, shaking his head at the praising address.
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“Hey...You,” Erron said while lightly tapping the side of his boot onto her leg, repeatedly doing so until the action caused her to stir, the (h/c) haired young woman seemingly bothered by the disturbance, but not enough to immediately wake.
Instead, A fussy, little groan then fell past her, the small sound rousing a grin from him as he detected the annoyance weaved within it,
“Rise and shine Darlin',’' He said while nudging her again.
Her dark lashes slowly fluttered up as she opened her (e/c) colored orbs. Soon, her glazed eyes slowly found his as she looked up to see who woke her, a little pout then performed right as her sights landed on him.
“-Glad you’re awake,” He said flatly, eyeing her shining (e/c) colored eyes for just a moment before his own strayed, falling down to what he had in hand instead.
“I’ve noticed a certain someone hasn’t been eating,” he started, “so... here," he said while shoving the piece of meat over to her, immediately glaring at her as she turned her head, her lips pursed together as she showed her notable disdain, not even wanting to give any consideration to the offer.
‘After being kidnapped by him…
Tied up so uncomfortably...
Forced to be so close to him…On that damn saddle too!’
She thought with a little huff, the muscles in between her legs involuntarily squeezing, causing the soreness that previously settled onto her to become more prominent.
‘After seeing only just part of who you truly are… I wouldn’t dare take anything from you,’ She thought with hard resolve.
‘Because despite what you think…
Despite what you may find amusing…
I’ll make sure to find my freedom.
I’ll make sure that even if I don't get to escape… I’ll ruin every bit of satisfaction you can get from delivering me!’
There wasn’t anything she could do while being tied up, and she despised the fact.
‘I hate you! I really hate you!’ She repeated while yet again her muscles strained, ‘And I don’t want to get on that horse again!’ She added while biting her inner cheek, not thinking she'd ever get used to it.
They’d spent nearly two days on foot, and in her opinion, it was much better than the other form of transportation.
‘I’d rather walk,’ She thought with a low blow of breath being released, deciding that it was much better than the humiliation he put her through during the first time.
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“There you go!” he mused, watching her glare at him as he perfectly sat her on his horse’s back, having let loose of the binds on her legs to do so, but not giving the same treatment to the ones binding her hands together.
He played it safe by altering the position of her arms, tying her wrists up in front rather than back for the ride.
“Come on, lighten up doll,” He told her, reaching up to give her thigh encouraging little pats, the little contact causing her to jump at the first tap.
“It’s much better than walking,” He assured her, knowing she was already dog tired.
Soon after, an actual shiver then ran through her as he mounted the creature himself, sitting right behind her, his arms draped over her bound ones to take the reins.
“Don’t wanna chew gravel, right?” He asked her, his strong arms at each side of her, holding her still,
“- So just stay still...no squirmin," He advised her.
Momentarily, her eyes fell down to the dirt ground, swallowing hard as she realized that if she did struggle against him, she’d only end up hurt.
‘He's right...I’m so high off the ground…’ She thought while hanging her head, her chin aimed to her chest with hopelessness.
Anxiously, she tried to squeeze herself tiny, not wanting any contact with him. Little by little, she tried to inch forward, her torso leaned ahead to try an attempt at even the slightest bit of distance, failing altogether as he took the opportunity to press his chest to her back each and every time, knowingly irking her.
‘I don’t want to be pressed to you,’ She inwardly cried, straightening her back from the uncomfortable slouch she had set it at.
‘The very idea disgusts me…’ She added while the warmth of his body was shared with her via the contact.
‘And the action itself...’ She went on, trailing off while her stomach churned, her heart set into anxious mode as she slowly caved.
By then the air began to mellow down and grow colder, the woman begrudgingly appreciating the comfort of his heat whilst the wind began to pick up, and the sky began to darken furthermore.
She tried to not think much of it, wanting to put every bit of memory she had of him down a deep, dark abyss to never think of him again, but finding it nearly impossible.
‘I detest this more than anything in the world…’ She thought while her vision began to blur, her stiff shoulders falling as she was lulled to sleep, the slow, careful beating of his heart which bounced off his chest and melted with hers providing a strange sense of comfort that overwhelmed her.
The rest of the travel was silent, save for the occasional soft hums he released out of sheer boredom, something that was normal during his travels.
What he did find surprising was that throughout the ride, she'd let out not a peep.
'I guess they're not all bad then,' He told himself, beginning to think that perhaps she had a nice dream every now and then.
' Or don't tell me…. ' he then thought while grinning, a stupid little thought coming to him and livening him up,
'Darlin'...have you taken a liking to me already?' He mused with a powerful grin, the thought so far stretched, it was almost comical.
'The second you realize what you're doing… I know it'll give you all the more reason to want to kill me,' he went on, by then having the sleeping woman leaned back to him, for the most part, cradled by him as he made sure she was safely secured within his grasp.
"And here I thought you hated me," he said whilst he came down to her little ear, certain that it'd be an action that would bring her back to reality.
-And he was right on the money because not a second after she stirred.
She had awoke to the sound of warm chuckles and what was the unmistakable touch of gloved hands grazing her forearms with slow strokes.
Groggily, she answered back, emitting a soft groan in response that was preceded by yet another sound of amusement by him,
“I see...” She heard the awful man speak, “Taken a liking to me already sweetheart?” He asked her, her tingling spine shooting up stiffly straight as over the course of her entire body, cold shudders raked her.
The events afterward happened in a blur, perhaps because she tried hard to forget it, that, or her mind was so frazzled by him that she could barely focus.
It was all fuzzy to her, but through it all, she could hear him chuckle, the deep, warm sound twisting her already knotted stomach as she tried to sleep yet again, attempting to ignore him after he had the nerve to sit her back down and tie her up again, moving her around like a little sack of potatoes.
‘ Just one,' she decided with certainty, biting her lip, convincing herself that she just needed the chance, whatever slim it may be, to slip away.
‘ And then I can go back home.
I can make my way back…
And I can wait for you there,’ she thought while for just a moment her mind drifted back to the hazy vision of the woman.
‘ I’ll wait for you there,’ she said again, ‘ because I know deep in my heart that you'll make your way to me.’
Sure he'd been able to catch her easy, but she wasn't going to let him win in the long run.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, and what was much more, she'd make certain she'd get away.
'I need to get away from him.
Far ...Far away from him.'
"hm...What a rude, little lady," he said lowly, taking the piece meant for her in between his own teeth, taking a bite as he watched her, studying her and every twitch of her face as an array of emotions broke through.
It wasn't like he had anything else to do but watch her anyways, so entertained, he watched her display her truths.
She went from stubborn bitterness to a hard resolve, slowly but surely melting in a softhearted expression that was touched by sadness before she came back full circle, her lips pursed as she willed herself into the same bullheadedness.
'I won't take it…' she thought to herself, ' I don't want to…' she went on, trying to convince herself, 'but…' she thought while she swallowed hard, trying to brush away the empty feeling she felt, and what was much more, the desire she had to sink her teeth into the savory, smoky scented piece.
Her pressed lips then loosened in the slightest, the bottom one lightly sinking into her mouth as she continued to watch him, (e/c) colored eyes trained on his chewing mouth.
Longing invaded the lovely shine of eyes as she watched him, but stubbornly, she continued to deny him the satisfaction, not wanting to give the man any more reason to reign over her.
However, despite all the effort she made to seem collected, her stomach rumbled, the sound immediately drawing his eyes to her pathetic, little figure.
Catching the little twinkle in his eye she swallowed down fiercely.
Instantly her face grew warm, color blossoming over her cheeks from being so easily put to shame, all by her own roaring tummy.
“ Stubborn too.” He added with amusement, eyeing the warm color sitting on her shamed face.
‘I see… so that really was your plan,’ He mused, watching her determination slowly crack. ’Good to know,’
It'd been a hunch, but now he was convinced she purposely starved herself, be it for the reason he’d assumed or not, that was her intention, and now he was certain.
Seeing his notable enjoyment at her dismay, she tightened her teeth together, glaring at him viciously, still willing to keep up her front despite her humiliation, which always came at his hands,
“ I'll die before you get me there!” she said through gritted teeth, her words filled with malice as all the while, her face showed the same evident embarrassment that had yet to leave her even while she desperately tried to fight it.
‘ I swear… I swear I’ll find my way home,’
“You won't get a single coin for me! Not One!” She taunted him, snorting, picking at the mercenary like a madman poking a sleeping bear,
‘Because I know well enough that whoever paid you to take me wants me unscathed,’ She thought with assurance.
‘So you can either let me go….Or let me die,’ She went on, the latter being a path she didn’t want to take.
‘I don’t want to die…’ She thought to herself, pained at the thought, her heart aching, ‘ I don’t want to meet an end where I feel such incompletion, but...but if I were to continue to live, What would be my fate?’ She wondered, afraid of all of the horrible things she could be subjugated to.
‘What awaits at the end of this journey?’ She wondered helplessly.
‘Who...Who awaits me?’
“Oh really?” He said amused. “You think so?” He asked her, continuing to eat, unbothered by her threats, interested in provoking her in order to see just how far she’d really go, because he hadn’t known she could bark so much.
He thought she was meek.
He figured she was easy to break, but he was slowly being proven wrong.
At the sound of his entertained tone, she strained against the tight ropes, “I know so !” She answered back, roaring at him with a voice that held a dangerous firmness within it,
“I don't know who paid you to do this…” she started, in her own mind trying her damn best to figure out just who in the world wanted her so bad that they'd pay some armed mercenary to whisk her away.
"But they won't give you anything seeing me dead!" She cried out, her arms still attempting to pull away from each other, wiggling on her seat on the floor, attempting to do the same with the restraint on her legs.
“I’m starting to see that you’re really stubborn,” he muttered, watching her waste her energy, seeing her waste the lovely, flickering flame that had him entertained.
“You’re barkin’ at a Knott. Wiggling so much won’t get you anywhere, so all in all, I’d say that once we get there, you’d just wasted that breath of yours,” He informed her, watching her continue to shift with the knowledge that she’d stay bound regardless of what she did.
'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!'
Fuming, she stopped squirming, refusing to answer him back, instead looking up at the sky, her nose turning up to it as she inclined her head back to gaze at it fully.
Up there in the sky….
‘ Does anyone see me?’ She wondered. ‘Can anyone save me?’ She continued to ponder, wishing that somehow the ropes that bound her became unwoven, somehow unthreading.
(F/n) continued on, ignoring him instead as her thoughts strayed up to the sky with a yearning gaze, sadness dancing with the little shining specs in her (e/c) colored orbs.
‘If you know I need you…
If you know where I am…
If you come to me in my hours of sleep…
Then why don’t you save me from this nightmare? From this horrible isolation and sorrow?
Why don’t you show yourself?
Why have you abandoned me?’
Hearing no reply back, Erron took a step closer, staring down at her from his upturned chin, glaring down at her with an irked twitch to his brow.
“So...After all that, you're ignoring me again?” He asked her, approaching her again and crossing his thick arms above his chest.
He saw her jaw move, tensing up and tightening as she kept her eyes up to the dark sky, seeming to grow more and more annoyed by his presence, and nearing an approach to yet another explosion of hers.
He knelt down to her, his eyes fixed on her, staring at the woman dead on yet, still being ignored by her as she continued to reside in her thoughts instead, choosing to do away with his presence the only way she could.
“Really now?” he said with a low sigh,” After all that bark you plan on giving me the cold shoulder ?” He asked her, receiving a cold, desolate silence in return, irking him, the woman easily crawling under his skin with her little act.
'Stubborn little brat…' he thought while huffing.
“...I’ve said all I need to say to you,” She said lowly, still not bothering to look towards him, instead, gazing up at the air, the dark, night sky soon in her line of vision,
“...You rotten man,” She added with a clenched jaw.
"Alrighty then,” he said with a nod, “That's just fine,” he told her, shrugging disinterestedly. “Fine by me if you keep your mouth shut,” He retorted, “But you know… I can't have you starved,” he informed her.
“ Dying on me…” he added nonchalantly.
“So eat,” He told her, receiving a brisk and snarky No in return.
“ It’s not good for my business, you know?” He told her, and as he spoke he could see a thick shiver run through her, rattling her as he put in his complaint.
“Bringing in a dead body won’t do me any good,” He added, almost as though him telling her about his little dilemma would convince her otherwise.
“Screw y-”
Not letting her finish, he caught her nose in between his two fingers both his thumb and index pressed on either side, squeezing tightly and cutting off her airflow.
At that, her eyes bugged, arms flailing to tear his hand away, but as she did, she was left with the same helplessness as the restraints which bound her didn't budge.
Being trapped, she couldn't really fight back, and the best she could do was shake her head, but even then, his grip was firm, causing tears to bubble in her eyes as the sting of his press and lack of oxygen overwhelmed her,
“Ah!”
It didn't take long for her to gasp, her mouth flying wide open, and with a quick hand, he shoved the last of his morsel in her mouth, offering her a satisfied grin while he succeeded.
She would have spit it out had it not tasted so heavenly, especially while she was starved.
He watched as she begrudgingly ate, satisfied with himself, "’atta girl," he muttered, making her scowl, her eyes once again glowing with a fierce fire.
“ If looks could kill,” he started,” by now I’d be dead, dead, dead,” he mused, “ right honey?” He asked her, making her scoff before she swallowed down the bit of food with a dried mouth,
‘ How dare he…
How dare this… this… rotten man toy so much with me!’ She thought with dismay, convinced that every thing he did was to bother her.
If it wasn’t bad enough that he’d caught her and had her at his mercy, he seemed to enjoy picking at her and making her suffer.
‘But then again…’ She mused while a sudden thought came to her as she saw an open window, ‘It's to my advantage…Right?’ She thought to herself, slowly finding her voice, her (e/c) colored eyes drawn to his boots, not daring to look up at him, knowing her eyes could betray her,
‘If he finds me to be so vulnerable…
If he thinks I’m so helpless… then wouldn’t that mean he sees no threat in me?
Wouldn't that mean that he doesn’t expect me to get the best of him?
Isn’t he too confident?... Enough for me to take my needed chance? ’ She wondered with hope.
‘I’m nowhere near as strong as he is...’ She thought with certainty, ‘But maybe I don’t have to be,’ She thought while momentarily bringing her eyes to the weapon strapped to his side.
‘Maybe I just have to be smarter,’ She added.
‘If I can get it away from him... and maybe even use it myself...’ She trailed off, biting her lower lip,
‘If he can get closer to me...and give me just a moment...’
“Can I...I have some water? ” She asked him softly, making him chuckle.
“ You have to be sweeter than that honey. After all that big talk I'm a little hesitant to get closer to you… Who knows right? “ He asked her. “For all I know you could try and bite me.
From that little devilish look in your eye, I can only assume you're on the shoot.” He told her, betting on the chances of her planning to escape.
“I’m parched,” She told him, which wasn’t too much of a lie because she actually was thirsty.
“ I haven't had anything to eat or drink,” She said to him, giving him large doe eyes, the sudden look of plea hitting him with surprise.
Again, her little stars were shot to him, causing his jaw to lock at the sight, remembering just what they did to him the last time, figuring she was making the same attempt,
'She's a damn witch,' He told himself, convinced she had some sort of magic to her as he reached towards his water canteen, unscrewing it as he approached her yet again.
He then kneeled to her, coming closer to her level while his right hand began to tilt the opened container just over her mouth, his left hand momentarily running his fingers over the soft skin of her chin, lifting it up with the tips of them to make sure she didn't spill anything.
"Open up," He murmured, his actions making her frown, the expression instantly washing over her as he leaned in.
"C-Can't you let me go?" She asked him, having expected him to untie the restraints to let her drink," I can drink on my own," she said softly, barely uttering the words, because as she spoke she knew she was being too hopeful and that he wouldn't take a bite to her bait.
- But she had to try.
She had to take every chance she could.
Adorning a little smirk, he chuckled, " I sure hope you don't take me as a fool darling," he said while watching her stiffen.
"Insincerity...It really isn't in you, is it?" He asked her, having noticed how little she could hide her true self.
"You want me to let you go, don't you?" He asked her, placing the canteen aside, moving it out of the way before he trailed his left hand down from her waist to her thigh, moving down even more to reach her ankles where he'd tied her up.
All the while she stared at him wide-eyed, watching him undo the knot that held her before he made his way to the other tie, both knees pressed to the ground as he placed himself before her, his arms fully around her figure.
" You know...All you had to do was ask," He told her, his grin present as he was pressed to her, momentarily working on the binds while she basked in his strangely warm, sweet scent of leather.
"If you'd just kindly asked me before...there'd be no need to try and fool me," He murmured, the thickness in his voice causing her to swallow down strongly.
"After all, I'm a sucker for pretty girls..." He informed her, her face blooming with color at the statement.
During then the tip of her nose was pressed onto his chest, breathing in his smell with tightly shut eyes,
'It's overwhelming,' She thought to herself, having already been surrounded by the scent while they'd rode on the hooved creature, but not having been encased by it as she was now.
It was inescapable and tantalizing.
Unlike before, now she was facing him, and it felt so much more intimate to be pressed together in such a manner,
'-But...wait...what...what's going on?' She wondered with confusion while the pit of her stomach warmed, a strange, yet sweet, and warm feeling spreading out to the rest of her body as it was surrounded by him.
" You think I'm the big bad wolf, don't you?" He asked her with a small hum, hearing her reply to him with a nearly soundless sigh, having nothing more to really respond with.
' No. I think you're awful...I know you are...' She thought to herself, trying to ignore the strange, and foreign feeling that washed over her.
'You're...You're the worst,' she reminded herself.
"But really... I'd only bite if you gave me a reason to...If you'd tempt me to..." He added while drawn so close she felt uncertain on whether or not he could actually feel the wild pace her heart ran with.
'You must know what you're doing to me...
Whatever it is you’re doing to me...You have to know...' She silently spoke, wanting to draw back from him, yet left stupidly stilled.
Unwillingly, a little, anxious whimper escaped her, causing his chest to rumble with yet another chuckle, the sound surrounding her, causing her skin to bump up, the woman becoming thoroughly flustered.
'You must be enjoying this...' She thought with perturbation. 'Toying with me like this... making me feel so helpless and small...I...I...Just why do I even feel like this to begin with?'
He suddenly stopped, his voice low, beneath his breath, sounding clear as day to her as she was at such a close range, daring to ask a question that needed no answer,
"Am I making you nervous?" He asked her, teasing her, causing the tension between them to thicken furthermore.
It had always there. The same thick, uncomforting feeling as the villain was pressed so close to her was always present, however, somehow, with just the single teasing utter, he'd made the air became almost unbreathable and suffocating.
'Is it just me? ' She wondered, suddenly feeling warmer, the feeling somehow similar to standing near a blazing fire.
She felt so nervous and small, her vulnerability making her feel delicate beneath the rugged man who she was growing certain remained unmoved.
" what do you want from me?" She then asked him, her chest heaved as she shook, wanting to know just what his plan was.
She was aware that he was dangerous.
She knew he wasn't there out of the kindness of his heart, and that the only reason their paths crossed was because of who he already was.
‘You’re someone who’s done awful things.
You’re someone who doesn’t care about anything but himself and what he can get back.‘
She knew it, and yet, within such a short time, the warmth of his body had already become familiar to her, melting over her sweetly, and leaving a mark that now responded at any form of closeness.
‘You’re not someone I should be comfortable with in any way...
So why is my body responding in this way? '
"Why me?" She asked him in search of a concrete answer.
Why her of all people?
" Someone just wants you that bad..." he replied, answering briskly.
"Who?" She asked him anxiously, all while pleading.
'Just who,' she thought with fright.
" Can't say," he answered back because truth be told, he had no idea.
He'd only ever met the man once and during then his voice was slightly muffled by the mask he'd worn. And if that wasn't enough, he'd also worn a long hood, hiding most of himself save for his dark gaze.
The almond-shaped eyes clicked in his mind, but not enough to give him certainty on just who it was.
" But we'll see when we get there," he told her.
"In the meantime-"
" Why don't you just let me go?" she interrupted him, questioning him in the same hushed tone of before, "You can let me go," she assured him, her glimmering eyes pleading as she inclined her head back, gazing up at him.
' If there is any good in you, please... please let me see it.
Please let it shine through.' She thought with growing faith. ‘ This feeling...give it reason.’ She went on, searching for a soft spot within his glaring dark stones, trying to weave through to a portion of his heart that held mercy.
"And why would I do that? What do I get in return?" He questioned her, scoffing at her plea, because she couldn't really believe it was just that easy, right?
Did she think she could give him puppy eyes and she'd be set?
His resolve then hardened even more as he looked down at her, challenging her, letting her understand that if she thought a look from her eyes was enough to bind him again, she was sorely mistaken.
It wasn't going to happen another time, because he was a strong man, one that wouldn't be caught off guard.
- One who would cave down to no little woman.
Just then the ropes fell, and in that instance of freedom her hands went up to his chest, intent on pushing back while he did the contrary, slowly falling onto her until she was left supported on her elbows.
' Do you understand..?' he mused while he was coming close to her, ' I'm In charge...and for now... I make the rules.
So don't think you have anything over me.
Don't think you can play me in any way. '
Her hand then moved to snake over to the side his gun was strapped to when he spoke, stopping her,
" Tell me Darlin', if we were to cut a deal....what would I get from you?" He asked her, the question making her eyes widen.
The featherlight hope within her grew, her eyes gleaming with the lovely look of trusting faith causing him to shake his head in disbelief. He was amused she really had so much optimism in her despite being trapped beneath him, and that all in all, she was stuck at the mercy of a man that made his living spilling red.
" Anything," she said nodding, starry-eyed and happy, "Anything you want," she breathed.
"Oh? And How much is that ?" He asked, interested, "How much can you give?" he asked her, "You might be able to buy your way out of this," he informed her, knowing there was no way in hell she could, but entertained by just what she'd give,
What did she think was valuable?
" I already told you, you can have anything you want!" She said desperately, not understanding why he pressed on so much.
Didn't he understand that anything was better than being sold off?
Didn't he get that all she wanted to do was make her way back home?
"Just let me go home and leave me be!" She exclaimed.
"So..." he started, dragging out the word with a little teasing grin, "You're willing to give me anything I ask for... You want to be free that bad?" He asked her, and with a furious nod, she agreed again.
"Please..." she airily murmured.
' I don't know what I've done...
What I've done wrong...
But if it gets me back home, I'll owe you my life.'
A miserable, little smile touched her face while her wet eyes looked up at him, holding onto the small string of hope he'd tossed at her.
"Well..." He started, idly running the fingers of his left hand beneath one eye to catch any escaping drops, the sweet touch giving her a soft form of comfort.
The hand so close to the weapon withdrew fully, moved to his kind hand, offering a lax hold to his wrist that assured him she was thankful and appreciative.
‘There is something in you then...something that is good,’ She began to think.
"Now that you mention it, there is just one thing," He said to her, continuing to smile, leering down even closer to her, the proximity causing her breath to hitch as he fully climbed over her, caging her down.
" I know there's one thing you could pay me with," he added. " Hell...I don't think you've shared it with anyone yet," he said chuckling, running the same hand's fingers down over her neck, falling to her chest to where his touch became nearly nonexistent, ghosting over the bosom until he went down to her ribcage.
All the while, his eyes were glued to her ripening face as it glowed and realization dawned onto her.
"Mind sharing it with me? "He asked her, his husky voice falling over her little, heated ear as he whispered the offer.
'Did it cross your mind?' He wondered, 'Or are you that innocently foolish?' He went on, interested to know what went through her mind.
During the entire time, he'd been just toying with her, but even then he felt a small twitch, growing excited as he caught a whiff of the sweet scent she carried around.
The smell that emitted from her (s/c) flesh was eerily similar to fresh wildflowers, and it was only really noticeable as he brushed his nose over her flesh, the little arousing aroma only just letting itself be known.
' I'm starting to see how you could make a man go stupid,' he thought to himself, recognizing that she was arousing from sight to scent.
"Not! Not that!" She cried out, literally shaking at his fingertips, the woman growing as delicate as a brittle leaf,
"Get...away..." she said with harsh pants, her voice trembling.
"But you said anything, right? " he said in a low murmur, reminding her of just what she had said, making her realize just how stupid she was.
' You thought you'd strike a chord in me and that I'd cave.
You really thought this world worked that way.'
"So convince me," he said whilst his lips grazed over her neck, the little contact tickling her, causing her to shiver.
A little sound that she'd never produced before set free from the confinement of her strongly heaved chest and soon after, A sweet, virginal moan struck him.
With a tight bite to his lip that slowly raked over the flesh, he then took a long breath through clenched teeth.
"No... no..." she shook her head, tears bubbling in her eyes as she wanted to pull back every promise she made, swallowing down the words of compromise she had given him because by then she had become thoroughly frightened.
" ...Off," she weakly begged, her hands which were still on his chest fisting his shirt before she resorted to pushing her balled hands toward his chest, feeble, shaken strikes bumping him.
'For just a moment...For just a measly second...I actually trusted you!' She thought with growing anger.
' You made me think that there was a shred of kindness in you when you're nothing but a sick...
Degenerate...
Awful...
Rotten man!'
The little quakes that had overcome her ceased, as she clenched her teeth tightly, barring them with a low snarl, "Get off of me now!" She demanded, her voice suddenly stern and certain, filling with spite.
Her right hand flew up to his face, her palm greeting his flesh with a vicious contact that echoed out, the quiet silence of the desert land interrupted by the clash.
His head moved with the force she used on him and blankly, he stared off to the side, feeling the bothersome sting left on his cheek after the well-deserved assault.
"You actually went and struck me..." he said slowly, his brown eyes glaring down at her, darkened down to near black as he watched her fierce features then melt, regret gleaming in her eyes as she realized just what she did.
His tongue slowly ran over his top lip, a heavy breath passing through his parted lips as he inhaled, sucking in a low breath.
His two hands then reached for her wrists, one pinning her left over her head with unkind force, the other lifting up her right hand back up to his face, forcing the offending hand to lay over the stinging spot it had struck.
Under her touch the spot was pulsing hot, throbbing with pain which overall left him impressed,
"I didn't think you'd actually go ahead..." he said chuckling, no true show of malice or rebuttal being reflected.
'Serve's me right, right?' He thought to himself cheekily.
" I Didn't take you to be so brash," he admitted to her, because despite the spikes of strength that glowed in her eyes, he hadn't figured she'd be brave enough to actually take a strike at him.
"Not with these hands," he added, continuing with the same amusement, feeling her shake, the little quake present even in her fingertips.
‘These little hands that were so sweet to patches of weeds, ‘ He thought to himself as he remembered how sweetly she interacted with her garden.
" Little miss sweet and innocent; Miss I wouldn't hurt a fly..." he jeered, "She has some poison in her, doesn't she?" he said while watching her, the said venom which had previously brewed not there, replaced with fear.
"It's a real shame..." he murmured, pressing his lips over her stinging palm, giving it a quick, playful peck that lingered.
' I know it hurts darling'...it hurts you more than it does me, doesn't it? ' He mused while his lips rested on her warm palm.
‘ I can only assume you detest violence. You loath it as much as you say you hate me.
Maybe because... To you, I am violence.
To you, I’m a complete nightmare. ’
There was so much shame in her eyes that she shut them close, not wanting to be ogled by the man that had already greedily drunk in their sight.
' It is such a shame...
A shame I can't touch you,' he thought with the same excitement.
' It’s A shame your nothing but an inexperienced girl at that,' he added with a shake to his head, his mind wandering to territory he knew shouldn't be threaded upon, but was unavoidable.
He dared her to stop him again, willing to take her command if she found her voice,
' Tell me no and I'll stop.
If you can...
If those pretty lips can form the words...I'll step back now,' He thought while in the end, she stayed silent, leaving his warm mouth stuck to her, not moving from the little spot it’d landed on.
Afterward, he let her limb fall, retreating and ultimately, leaving her little body to lay with haggard breathing that was difficult to ease.
It was then that her hands reached up to her risen chest, scrambling back further from him, wanting to run, but left a wobbling mess.
Her erratic heart was in desperate need of a steady hand to grasp it, and helplessly, she clutched her chest, her wide, teary eyes following the man, afraid of him, and yet, somehow excited.
It was all too much for her.
What was much worse, the present excitement she fizzled with had her in a poorer state, the woman wondering why her body had grown so hot, as well as questioning why the sight of him caused her chest to ache so much.
' I can't stay here... I just can't,' she told herself, watching as he seemed unaffected, the light of the fire being put out by the sand he gently kicked into it.
'I have to leave...' She told herself, letting the precious time slip past her fingers as she stayed motionless instead, watching him in quiet silence until he decided to pay her mind again.
As his eyes landed on her, she couldn't help but shrink furthermore, much more as he went to her, the bind in his hands yet again, having already given her enough time to enjoy being unbound.
'She didn't try anything,' He told himself, somewhat surprised. ‘She didn’t even move an inch,’ He observed.
" Time for some shut eyes darlin," he murmured lowly, suddenly seeming somber, all the traces of amusement he typically wore drained out, the overall sentiment having been vacant throughout the entire two hours of calm quietness.
Reaching towards her, he pulled her dangerously close to him as he carefully knotted the rope around her wrists and ankles, each twist done with slow carefulness, making certain it was secured, yet kind.
‘Since you’ve been good...I suppose I’ll be nice.’ He silently spoke to her as he finished up restraining her, doing so in a much more comfortable manner, leaving her arms before her rather than behind.
" We're heading out in the morning, just before the sunrise," he informed her while draping a small, woolen blanket over her, her little, balled body covered by it.
"So rest up..." he added while going back to his previous spot across her, keeping his eyes on her until he was sure she was out.
Again, the same small sounds of discomfort he'd become familiar with drew from her, making his lips press together firmly, his head shaking.
Inclining his head back, he then stared up at the stars, leisurely counting them until somewhere along the count he closed his eyes a final time, his eyelids grown to heavy to blink open.
‘A good night’s rest,’ He thought to himself. ‘That’s all I need.’
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