Hostage
Trembling digits gripped the bejeweled handle of the dull letter opener with sweaty palms, beads of cool moisture forming upon her brow, as the silver door knob jiggled for half a second as the perpetrator behind the wood frame fiddled around with the key to unlock the tumblers within, This only lasted a split second, but to her, it felt like time had slowed down to an eternity. Finally, the door swung ajar, and a frighteningly tall man in a grey suit stepped into view.
He was...so beautiful.
His hair was a strange shade of white....or was it silver? Was it natural? It had to be. There was no away a man so professional looking dyed his hair that colour. It was short and neatly combed, but his bangs fell into his eyes. His facial featured looked aged and tired, but still so young. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with a diamond shaped jaw and a long, thin nose. And his eyes were mesmerizing. They were a dazzling shade of violet that seemed to almost glow in the dimly lit study. The fear she once felt seemed to melt away and she gazed at him in awe, her steel grip on the small blade in her palms loosened and lowered as she relaxed and stared in silence.
An exasperated sigh hissed through clenched teeth as the suited man reached into the inside pocket and fished out the gold skull key and inserted it into the knob. Once unlocked, he took a deep calming breath before turning the handle and slowly easing the door open. His eyes instantly landed on the girl, and anger rose once again in his chest. How inconvenient she was to him, however, not entirely bad to look at. Violet hues glanced her up and down; she had very long, fiery red hair. It was obviously natural because they matched her eyebrows perfectly. She wore no makeup, but her face was clear and pale as porcelain, as was the rest of her skin. Her lashes were long and dark, and her vivid, bright green eyes gave her a doe-like innocence. The silky strands of fire that framed her heart shaped face were disheveled, as well as her clothes. She wore what seemed like something a young woman in her twenties would wear to the club; a black tube top and black tutu with a fishnet body suit with black high heeled combat boots, but the fishnets had been torn, ripped, and stretched from their little...tussle from earlier that evening. Her body was somewhat plump and very curvy, her thighs bubbling at the torn holes in her fishnets. It was rather...tantalizing to look at. And the tube top she wore seemed to be a bit too small for her breast size; they were practically spilling out the small piece of fabric that wrapped snugly around her torso. Her belly had a small bit of pudge, yet she pulled off the whole sultry attire with mouth watering success.
And her smell.
Her scent was intoxicating, it almost made his dizzy. The burning sensation that nagged him all night long suddenly set ablaze and came to his full attention. His jaw clenched and his eyes shut tight for a moment as he desperately attempted to control the urge to dash across the study in a flash and devour her entirely. His throat cleared roughly and he took a deep breath before finally speaking.
“I beg your pardon, miss, but please, return my letter opener to its stand, so that we may speak civilly.”
