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I looked at the pathetic figure crawling towards me.
Another mannequin.
Another pawn.
Another prey that thought it was different.
But
The determination that shone through the eyes of that body told another story. It’s eyes full of molten gold tracking me, as if I was the one captured here.
She tilted her head up, chuckling softly.
“You know, I expected you to use me. But I wished you used me better.”
Her grin eerily stretched, her gaze locked onto mine as she broke her cuffs in two.
I spun my knife lazily. “Bold move for someone who doesn’t have a weapon.”
Around and around.
The moonlight that glinted off the blade seemed to delight her as she licked her broken, bloodied lips. Dust particles swirled in the distance between us as she dashed for my knife. I stood my ground, amused that she still had will left in her.
But what I didn’t expect, instead of wrestling it out of my grip, she merely pressed the serrated edge against her neck. Her delicate pale skin contrasted against the little velvet droplets decorating her neck like a forbidden piece of jewelry.
She purred, hot breath melting against my ear.
“You need me don’t you? I wonder how my dear old man will react when his prized precious doll comes back broken.”
For the first time, I felt my body flush. With excitement or anger, I had no clue.
I snaked my hand around her waist. How could something so fragile be so..intimidating?
Within an instant, I pinned my doll against the wall. Yet, even with the sudden movement, she barely even flinched.
Using the tip of my knife, I gently parted the locks of hair framing her face.
“How would you like to be broken? Personally, I think this should go.”
In a swift move, I yanked her luscious hair taut and sliced it off. Her hair drifted to the ground like a crow’s feathers as it took flight.
She merely hummed, fingers tracing my body. Without breaking eye contact, she pushed herself off the ground, winding and locking her legs around my waist like a snake clamping its jaws around its prey.
The sudden weight made me stumble, and now I was the one with my back against the wall.
I stare at her shrunken pupils, glinting with barely contained madness as she lowered her lips till we were about a fraction of a nail apart.
“It’s gonna take more than that to break me.” She murmured, pulling her head away, “Don’t keep a lady waiting for long.”
I respond back with a smirk, “That dress looks awfully tight, doesn’t it?”
She grinned, gripping my wrist with the knife in hand and slipped it in between the buttons. Her other hand gripped my chin forcefully. The pain running down my jaw only furthered the pleasure running down my spine. How exciting.
Skin as white as snow
Hair as dark as midnight
Lips as red as blood
Didn’t she sound like a fairytale princess? Yet the woman in front of me was the furthest thing from a pure innocent soul.
Using my other hand, I brushed my thumb over her lips. It made sense why people would think she resembled a sheep, with those big bright eyes of hers. But they never bothered to peer deeper. Maybe if they did, they’d find this particular sheep was a masquerade.
The police sirens were becoming more distinct now. The red and blue flashed vibrantly.
The buttons clattered to the floor.
The knife dropped.
My hands found their way to her neck.
Her eyes gouged into mine.
I'm yours.