Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,5
A six-pack is carved there, so deep the lines look painful. I try to peer down to see the rest of him, but he begins sniffing again which has my eyes darting back to his.
A pulse of something I don’t want to look too closely at shoots through me, mixing with my fear at the stark, hungry look on his face. I don’t know whether he’s going to eat me or kill me, but my mind hangs on his fuck me option and I find myself shivering for a whole different reason before I drag my mind from the gutter. If this man is chained up, even inside a cell, then he is dangerous. Not to mention I can taste his power on my tongue, his strength and darkness. There is nothing soft about this man, he is a monster, a cold, dark monster.
“What’s the matter, little one, cat got your tongue?” he jokes.
“No,” I whisper shakily. “Where are we?”
He grins, it stretches slowly across his face, and drawing dimples on his cheeks, but it has a mocking edge to it that has me swallowing hard, and finally remembering my backbone. I sit up and push him away, hoping he doesn’t attack me. He watches me with interest as he sits back on the floor, his arms behind him, chained, and stretched to their limits just to meet me. I cross my legs and tilt my head higher, not wanting him to see how utterly terrified and confused I am. They have at least covered my body this time. I can feel panties on under the plain, loose white dress.
He sniffs the air again. “I can smell your fear, little one, no point trying to hide it.”
Despite his words, he hasn’t touched me yet, so I find myself relaxing, stupid but true. Even if he is a monster, he can’t be any worse than what those animals did to me. “I’m not, I’m just done being afraid. It didn’t stop them from raping me, it didn’t stop them from killing my sister. It didn’t stop them from throwing me in here.” I shrug, my voice catching over my words. Rachel’s empty, dead eyes flash in my mind, making me wrap my arms around myself to hold it together.
“Pigs,” he spits, and I tilt my head, considering him.
The dark surrounds him, almost shadowing his face and body, but I can still see his muscles tensing and the sheen of sweat across his tanned skin.
“Raping women, probably the only way they can get them,” he snarls.
“You offered to eat, fuck, or kill me,” I remind him with a horrible smile.
“I don’t rape anyone,” he roars, but I sit in the face of it. “It is dishonourable,” he finishes.
“Huh, you don’t rape them,” I mutter, and before I know it, he’s in my face again, those black eyes taking up my whole view.
“If I was to fuck you, little one, it would be because you were begging for my fat cock and come to fill you,” he says bluntly.
I suck in a shaky breath as a strange warmth unfurls in my stomach at his dirty words.
“They will be back soon enough, wondering if I have killed you,” he offers, before standing up.
I stare up at his face, my eyes dragging up his thick thighs and body. He looks like a mountain. He’s huge, towering over me, with strength and hunger in every line of his body, but all he does is turn away, his chains slithering with him as he moves into the darkness. His back is covered in scars, some look like whip marks, other burns, disrupting the huge, black dragon tattooed there. I gasp at all the proof of his suffering and he turns his head, looking at me over his shoulder.
“Do not pity me, little one, I have done worse to them, and once I get free from these infernal chains, I will rip them to pieces with my bare hands and wear their blood like a coat,” he vows, before disappearing into the dark.
His words should horrify me, but I find myself nodding with a small smile on my face. These men deserve death and if this…creature thinks he can give them that, then I should help. Maybe I could get him free somehow? Earn his trust? He might not kill me then. It seems strange, seeking protection from a monster against humans, but then again, the monster you know is better than the one you don’t.
I shuffle back