*Abduction: Awakening VII
Posted on Saturday, November 10th, 2007I shoved her away from me and felt each tug of flesh as her teeth released my shoulder. I cursed, my hand reaching for the wound, feeling the hot wetness of my blood saturating the fabric. I jerked the shirt off of my shoulder and when I saw it, I looked directly back at her, the anger I had earlier nursed, ignited into a blind sort of rage.
Her look was defiant, her lips bearing traces of what she had stolen from me. My fist curled and I raised it to strike her. It wasn’t the first time she had felt my hand, but never had I hit her with this flame of hate spilling out of me.
She cried out when she saw it, and retreated, her arms curling over her head, her body melting down onto her heels until she curled into a standing fetal position. Her entire body trembled. I stayed my hand somehow, caught between apathy and pity, anger and pain. My shoulder throbbed. My entire body screamed for retribution.
I sneered - angry at myself for holding the blow and much as I was disappointed in her cowardice. I stood there, trying to leash the red tint of rage that fogged my vision, and level out my breathing which showed more of my inner conflict that I would have liked. I watched her and then kicked her back with my foot, forcing her to splay out on her ass. It was petulant, but satisfying.
‘Bitch.’ I spat the word out as I walked to the bar, my fingers already assessing the damage. I pressed a piece of alcohol-soaked gauze against the wound and sucked in my breath sharply. I looked back at her, reading the mixture of satisfaction, defiance and wariness that wore on my nerves. Her hand raised and wiped at her mouth, trying to wipe away the blood on her lips - my blood.
I would have liked to indulge the sadist in his wants right then, but he didn’t always see with cool logic. Still I remembered why I was here and I knew that he would have some satisfaction before I left this room. I knew my pound of flesh was coming and I repeated that to myself as I cleaned the newly formed teeth marks on my shoulder.
I discarded the wet mess of gauze into the sink and pulled off my shirt entirely. Ruined, it would never go back on my body again. I rolled my arm, my shoulder, and saw that the wound was already clotting. It would hurt for days. Animal bites always did.
I took a deep breath. She had marked me first, and in drawing blood, elevated her own problem. She wouldn’t just be bruised today.
I snapped my fingers and pointed ahead of me. I tried again, hoping to benefit from the smugness I knew she was now feeling. ‘Come here.’
Her head tilted at an angle that would have been amusing had the circumstances been different and I, not been bleeding and angry. She didn’t move, the tilt of her lip suggested even that she thought to best me. I regretted again not striking her. Pain translates to fear and fear is a powerful bargaining chip in these negotiations. Coldness entered my voice like an encroaching storm. ‘I will retrieve you and do so with any measure of force required.’
She pushed back a strand of her hair and stood, circling around one of the club chairs that was near her. I watched her, turning as she moved, keeping my gaze steady on the caged animal before me. My shoulder stung and I clenched my jaw, she was frustrating me, moving as slowly as she was, moving in no forward pattern, but in a semi circle around me. I mentally measured the distance between her and the door.
A moment later I placed myself between her and it. That it was locked didn’t register for her, perhaps, and I wanted her to think there was freedom beyond the gate it represented. When I stepped forward, she bolted and went again for one of the chairs.
I had had enough. I had afforded her enough calm, enough god damned peace.
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