𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat

Even though you have both feet firmly planted, you find yourself unable to move since your attention is riveted on him.

He stands motionless in the far corner of the room with a diabolical grin plastered on his face. Gone is his saintly halo.

He answered me, answered my thoughts, that can't be possible. He must have guessed what I was thinking judging from the fear on my face. Yes, that's it, that's got to be it....Why is he still fucking staring at me?

You avert your gaze from his blue eyes and turn to face the door; it isn't far and you assess the probability of opening it in time before being seized.

"There really is no point in running darling"

His voice startled you, causing you to turn back towards his smug form.

"Besides, isn't this what you wanted?"

He extended his arms wide and made gestures toward the various objects that are all around you. You wanted to speak but quickly hold yourself back, fearful for the repercussion should you talk without his permission.

Am I allowed to answer? Is he still playing this game? I have know clue what's going on.

"You may speak girl" he once again answers your thoughts.

"What I wanted?...to be tortured?" you say with obvious alarm in your tone.

You use the word tortured since there are numerous weapons hanging from every wall—whips, spears, daggers, ropes, chains, swords, ball gags, handcuffs, and all other kinds of restraints, including a fucking cage. These were what you could hear rattling against the walls as his thunderous yell shook the space.

"I'll be happy to provide pain if that's what you desire. I've dealt out punishment to a number of local residents" he beams a smug grin.

You recall the rumours that circulated across the community about priest Tom's punishments involving weapons. Even though you'd never given them any credence, you're now sure they are all true.

Nope, fuck no. I'm leaving.

You gather your courage and dash from your rooted spot, picking up the pace as you near the door. You extend your arm in anticipation to twist the handle, however, just as your fingertips graze the metal you feel arms wrap tightly around you.

Your diminutive size compared to his towering stature made it as effortless as picking up a feather to take you. Your feet dangled off the ground as he held you securely in his arms. But you struggle, slamming your fists into his arms while yelling for him to let you go.

"Oh calm down darling girl, this is exactly what you desired. All your fantasies, and thoughts of me—I'm going to make them come true, but with my own perverse twist on it" he chuckles, while your seemingly hard punches render no effect on him, "Remember the book you sold me, it gave me some great ideas, I have to thank you for the recommendation"

While your punches didn't hurt him, your erratic movements as you struggled in his arms caused him difficulty to walk. You may be little in comparison, but you knew how to put up a fight.

"My ...my, ...you're ..a ...wild one" he struggles to get out words while keeping tight grip on you "I didn't take you as a fighter, ...but ..you're ..strong" he pants.

"You're damn right I am!" you say fiercely before abruptly thrusting your head back, causing his nose to snap with a loud crack.

Tom yells in pain, letting go of his hold on you, and you bolt for the door without turning around.