The dark figure seemed satisfied. Pleasures of domination. Staring at her with the utmost superiority, he smirked. She looked up at him helplessly. But there was something not quite reassuring about the look she gave. Speculation.
“What?” he inquired.
And without further warning she jerked back her head and let out the ‘liquid’ she had refused to swallow, onto her ‘target’ successfully. Revenge. The dark figure grew impatient, however, still maintaining his awkwardly false smirk.
“What did you do that for?” There was a pint of anger in his tone yet no hesitation whatsoever. He moved closer towards her. That agitated her. She started to shake uncontrollably…Not out of fright…but tension. She moved backwards until her back was hardly pressed against the cold stone wall. Clinking, her chains tangled as she wriggled her feet feebly.
“Stop it” she finally managed to utter under her breath, “Don’t come any closer”.
The figure let out a monstrous laugh that echoed through the stony hallways. The voice shook her. Her heart sank…but she did not panic. Not for a moment. Instead, she looked at him boldly and with such confidence that intensified his fretfulness.
He made a grab at her. She did not struggle as he pulled her closer to him. She could feel the heat given off by his body and as much as her mind told her she detested him… it aroused her subconsciously.
“Don’t come closer?” he whispered callously in her ear, “But you’re mine…”