Defying Gravity

☁ Talk Dirty to Me - [Gabriel]

a/n; oh my gosh! I updated earlier than expected. I don't know why but this chapter motivated me. Yes, motivated me! Why that motivated me, well. . . you'll see once you've read this. And I've been challenging myself to update every 3-5 days so yeaaaah. Hope you guys will enjoy this! :) 

I love your comments on the previous chapters! HAHAHAH

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-Athena

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        A whoosh of wind passed by them as Malphas held Gabriel in his arms. There was a pause of moment. Gabriel couldn’t decide what to do; she wanted to strangle Malphas and at the same time she wanted to run away from him. It was maddening how Malphas had a lot of things up to his sleeves. He just couldn’t let go of his sexual attacks.

And it wasn’t like Gabriel could tell Malphas about everything. Sure, she met the boy he was describing, but she wouldn’t want to tell him about it. If anything, that boy he was talking about may be her only trump card left. If she told Malphas about the boy, Malphas might change his course of decisions and produce a new one which involved Gabriel losing the upper hand. Besides, she wanted to know more about the boy, and maybe, just maybe, she could tweak out some secrets behind the boy.

But she couldn’t also let Malphas kill Lot. The options he gave to her were all bad. One way or another, he was bound to know what she was hiding, so she decided to spill a little, though not everything was true.

“I choose none. Okay, fine, I’ll tell you some of it. But please leave Lot out of this. He’s not part of the deal.” Gabriel struggled to talk. She still had some wounds all over her, and with Malphas pinching the wounds, it made her want to smack him on the head.

Malphas smiled, pleased that Gabriel was finally willing to talk. He must have been frustrated with her. Gabriel thought that Malphas might have castrated her in his mind for many times already.

“Well said, Little Angel, though I wouldn’t mind you choosing the C option. I’d very much appreciate it if you’d scream my name.”

He wouldn’t stop, would he?

Gabriel winced at the pain her arm was having. She knew Lot’s persistence right before he attacked her. She knew he would try to stop her because he knew how dangerous Malphas was. Lot had ideas that Malphas could destroy her, but she was stronger than that. She wasn’t just relying on faith; she was dedicated to throw Malphas out and save Michael. Perhaps Lot thought that if Gabriel ever lost to the battle between them, she’d stop. Because, really, how could she survive Malphas when she couldn’t even beat Lot? Thanks to Malphas’s interference, they both had to stop. What Gabriel hated was that Malphas had to manipulate Lot’s mind, meaning, Malphas could also do the same to Gabriel, and that was the thing she was trying to avoid.

“Can we, um, stop for a minute?” Gabriel asked.

Malphas was already sitting down, and Gabriel flashed him a look. He met her eyes and the intensity between them grew brighter and stronger and deeper, until she looked away.

Gabriel glanced at Lot and found him sleeping. Malphas might have had something to do with it.

“Come here,” Malphas ordered. Ordered. Demanded. In that deep, rich voice of his that seemed to be speaking of authority.