His Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

4 Coming to her Rescue

Its been days; work has taken over and I found myself thankful for it, as ever since that audition I couldn't get Maria out of my mind. I told myself that these feelings are absurd and perhaps it is just because I have been single for a while and therefore been feeling a little lonely. Today I was back at the studio and as much as I told myself to brush off the absurd feelings I couldn't help but hope to see her by chance again. I had no such luck, the day passed by uneventfully, I have been called back to do more screen tests for the same scene and a few others from the script, this time I was reading with potential female leads though I was not yet sure if the role was mine, guess the producers weren't either. 

Rick was not there today but they screen recoded everyone I read with, this felt monotonous to the point that I began to despise the role as this was not counting the few girls I read with the other day as well with Rick still not being able to make a decision. I also hated it because none held that spark as with Maria, not to mention they have not done anything to change or update the script. It was already pretty late as I exited the studio, probably past 9pm. As I left through the doors my thoughts were quickly interrupted--

""PLEASE!....HELP ME!" I heard a girl screaming from the alleyway beside the building, my feet moved faster than my brain processed, in a second I was following the sound. I stumbled upon a scene; some guy holding a girl, it was dark and he was wearing a hoodie, his hand was over her mouth as she struggled to get out of his grip. 

"Let her go!" I yelled at him instantly.

"Or what?" his voice taunted me in return and the knife he held in his hand glistened under the light as he put it closer to her throat. I could barely see the girl from over his shoulder but I could feel her fear as if it was my own.

"Let her go, I dare you to take me on, someone your own size!" I say in an attempt to scare the asshole off. Just then he turned himself around with her and my breath caught in my throat as I finally saw her; eyes damp from her tears and his knife still at her throat, my Maria. 

"Try me," his hideous voice sounded. The rage I felt inside me was nothing I have ever felt before, I was ready to kill as I witnessed his hands on her. I had to be smart about this, one wrong move and he could cut her throat.

"How is it fair to try you when you are hiding behind a girl with a knife," I say and slowly inch my way towards them.

"I say it's more than fair, even fun," he says and slowly lowers the knife, for a second I thought it worked but I was wrong and in that very moment he swiftly cut her left arm with a triumphant look on his face. Pushing her to the side so hard she fell to the ground, he picked up her purse she dropped and I finally had my opening. I punched him with all my might causing him to drop the knife which is when I attempted to punch him again but the shit was quick and ran down the alleyway. I went after him cause lord knows I was ready to kill him, I turned the corner after him, then another. The rage burned me to the core as I lost him.

I gave up and ran back, "Fuck, he's gone," I say as I round back to the studio and see her on the ground and quickly I am leaning down beside her, "darling are you alright?" I cup her soft beautiful face in my quivering hands, my heart pounds so hard I feel it ache at the sight of the blood gushing from her arm which she is holding tight with her right hand. Those doe eyes of hers wet from tears, makeup smudged, pleading she just looks up at me and my heart breaks.

"You're hurt, we must get you help, show me your arm," I say, trying to get her to show me how bad her cut is.

"I'm fine, really," she says bravely and does not move her hand away, I've already understood she's the type of girl who is proud and does not like to accept help when she needs it but too bad, tonight is not the night to be proud.

"You're bleeding, you're not fine, come, we have to get you help," I say and luckily for me she is sitting in the perfect way; I scoop her up bridal style and in a moment she's at me,

"No, no, I'm alright, I can walk myself, you can put me down, really, it's fine," her face pleads with me as if something more horrible just happened, like I am the one who assaulted her when all I did was pick her up. I chuckle at that thought and her expression, ignoring her request to put her down, how can I when she fits so perfectly in my arms? I carry her towards my car and stop just before it; she's quiet, like she's barely breathing and I get scared for a moment but then I look at her face and discover she is staring back at me in awe. Eyes sparkling with something I cannot place, if I could drown in that look of hers, I would. 

"Are you sure you can stand?" I ask, too afraid to put her precious body down and simply just not wanting to.

"He only cut my arm last time I checked, though at this particular moment I am not certain of anything," Maria's gentle accent caresses my ears and at that I reluctantly begin to lower her, not taking my eyes from her for a second.  If she was not bleeding and needing help I would not have been able to restrain myself but of course she looked away from me, always she looks away, I want to scream and say am I really that scary to you that you must look away? Instead I open the car door for her.

"I'm going to get blood all over your car, I really shouldn't," she looks at me briefly and then at the inside of the car, of course this girl will think of my car before herself.

"Get in before you lose consciousness from the loss of blood you silly girl!" my voice comes out sterner than expected but instantly she does as I say. I run around to my side and speed down the road thinking of how badly she is bleeding and rage takes hold of me again. 

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Hello, if you are wondering about Maria's side of the story; her thoughts and how she got here in the first place then check out the original story Sinful Pleasure: 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/253036753-sinful-pleasure-a-henry-cavill-story