“Tell me,” he whispers against my ear, raising goosebumps. I bite my lip against a shiver, gnawing it so hard it splits open, but I don’t allow myself to move away. He leans a little closer, breathing in deep. “Tell me everything you know.” I say nothing. I test the strength of the ties that bound me again, and just like last time, they don’t give way. The fibers bite into my skin, raising irritations, but I don’t care about that, I don’t care about the bruises and the scars. I don’t care about the extensive amount of times I’ve been in this exact same position. All of my limbs linked to a chair that was nailed to the floor with nothing to keep me company, but the beating of my own heart; a simple reminder that I am still alive. He breathes in and then out slowly. I know what he is doing; I feel it all, he was close. He was trying to make me think about nothing but his closeness. He wanted me to panic because of it, but I was stronger than that. I was stronger than him. “Cat got your tongue, princess?” he hums, moving to the other side of the chair, so close our legs were touching and I was looking him dead in the eyes. He was a bland looking fellow, middle-aged with a day old beard sprawled across his cheeks, and brown eyes that flicker flames of a nonexistent fire. He was ruthless and I was the only thing standing in between him and what he wanted. I open my mouth to speak, blood trickling down from my chapped lips, onto my chin. I lean forward, tangled brown hair sticking to the sweat glazed across my forehead; our noses were almost touching. I could see he was searching, trying to read me, but I had no words on display. I smirk, bloodied, sinister teeth peeking out from under my lips. “You’re gonna have to torture m... ... middle of paper ... ... it time after time, as if there were enough people in this world for people like me to drop like flies. Except I knew who I was; a monster, a murderer. I was Ryder Scott and Ryder Scott did what she had to do to survive. My chin was held higher but the sick feeling in my stomach sunk even further. “There she is” Brooks smiles cheerfully as I walk into the room, hands in my jeans pockets. “All cleaned up,I see.” I nod, “My eyes haven’t been this swollen since Moscow, so thanks.” He chuckles and turns his head, addressing the young man at his side. Immediately, my posture straightens and my fingernails dig into my palms because I know him. “Ryder,” He smiles, straight, white teeth glow from under his lips. “Alexander,” I breathe. His black hair is shorter and pushed up in front. His jade eyes flick over my appearance, quickly and without an ounce of shame.
" Thanks for your help Violet " I say as I walk up the stairs.
“‘... now comes the part it makes me sweat even to think about. See, he starts to swallow me. Feet first. Like going down in
I breathed out, realizing that I had been holding my breath for a long time. I brought Sohrab closer to me and to my surprise, he leaned his head against my shoulder. He didn’t flinch with discomfort.
He had his hair slicked back perfectly, with brawny arms, clear brown skin and pretty white teeth. When I finally gained the courage to talk I said,
"You really could be more gentle," I rolled my eyes and took his hands off of
cracks a wicked smile full of razor-sharp teeth as she sees his head turn, and
“You’re very different.” He spoke in a quiet voice his face eye level with her waist. Her hair fluttered with her nodding head, her lips smashed together knowing she should protest or run or scream, but her body was frozen. The air around them felt very thick, like everything was in slow motion.
I blinked rapidly and bit my lip, looking around nervously. He was going to sweet talk me to stay. I let out another scream. "Too many people!" I said and clung tightly to his stiff body.
I don't remember how or where we are standing anymore. The only thing I remember: his gaze towards me is oblique.
like it was in slow motion. He put his hand around my insanely big muscles and quickly
The rope suddenly snapped. I fell and I fell until I hit something soft, something beating. I found myself lying, on my stomach, against what looked like a human heart.
I stare at his eyes and slowly pull my shirt over my head, and throw it on the floor next to him, before leaning back against the mirror, his eyes are on my body, my legs, my stomach, my chest, and my lips before they meet my eyes. The light brown has replaced itself with an almost black, and my heart thumps in my chest, he stalks towards me and grips the counter on both sides of
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
...r lungs were filled with air as we panted hard, but when we made eye contact, we both smiled at each other.