𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 || 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter 7 - Innocent

          Ophelia practically flew down the stairs, her feet had never moved so fast. She was not particularly gifted athletically, but in that moment, she was practically Olympic material. She was spurred on by the fact she could hear Lucius' thundering boots behind her, and his shouts of her name.

"Ophelia!" he growled as he chased her down the stairs into the cellar. "Cease immediately!"

She decidedly took a short cut through the kitchen, navigating around the kitchen island she rushed to the door on the other side of the room, pushing through it she could see her room just down the hallway, not even fifteen feet away. Safety and sanctuary were in sight. Or so she thought.

Two strong arms wrapped around her waist, tackling and spinning her into the wall of the narrow corridor. Ophelia's head bounced off the stone wall, she gasped in pain, that would certainly be sore in the morning.

"I will tolerate your venomous words, but to raise a hand to me Ophelia, was very unwise indeed," Lucius hissed into her ear as his body pressed her into the stone, his arms rested either side of her head, caging her. Her hands pushed against his chest, her fingers accidentally slipping through the wide unbuttoned opening and pressing into his warm, firm chest.

"Get off of me!" She cried, attempting to kick and knee her attacker. He smirked, enjoying her pathetic attempts at fighting back. He used his own knees to trap hers against the wall, closing what little space was between them. Ophelia attempted to wriggle, to worm her way out, the only result was rough grazes from the bare stone on her lower back where her cropped cardigan left a slither of skin exposed above her brown corduroy skirt. She refused to look at him, instead focussing her eyes anywhere else. Honeyed ringlets fell in her face, obscuring it from view.

That just wouldn't do, he wanted to see the fight leave her eyes, and the look in her face when she realised that she had lost, and he had won. He pushed back her soft curls with one hand, grazing her cheekbone as he tucked them tenderly behind her ear. His hand slowly traced her jawline, before roughly grasping her chin, his thumb pressingly deeply into the bone. He yanked her angelic face up so he could get a proper look at her. She opened her mouth to speak but she closed it, swallowing hard as he shushed her menacingly.

"Quiet now Ophelia. Give up the fight, it is hopeless." He ordered as his thumb caressed over her plump bottom lip.

"I will never give up the fight," She spat, the defiance in her eyes however had already faded somewhat.

"And I will never give up pursuing you," He told her darkly, "Are we to always be locked in this battle?"

Ophelia gave him no answer, she swallowed hard, she searched his icy blue eyes for any sign of a decent man, but all she saw was anger, lust and triumph.

She decided if he had won, the victory would at least not be sweet, she reached up, her left palm aiming for the pink mark that scorched his cheek from her last slap, however her hand never made contact. Instead, he caught it in his own left hand, squeezing her wrist hard she whimpered and cried out beneath him.

"If it is violence that you choose Ophelia, it is violence that you will get," he hissed, making good on his threat he grabbed the girl by the waist roughly, his fingers digging into her flesh, and with minimal effort launched her over his shoulder like she was nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"No! Let me down!" The governess yelled, as she beat upon his back with her tiny fists, she attempted to kick her legs, but he wrapped a strong arm around them, holding them tightly to his chest. "Lucius! Let me down!! Let me go!"