Bloodlust | lrh

3. Go to hell

A door creeks open, the sound sending shivers straight up Soka's spine. She can't help but shake. This is it. I'm going to die.

As footsteps slowly approach her, she can't bring herself to look. She doesn't know who or why this person is finally coming to see her, but she can only assume the worst. When the sound of his walking stops right in front of her, she wills herself to glance. Luke towers over where she sits in a ball in the far corner of the room.

He crouches, analyzing every inch of Soka's face. Her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest, but she keeps it at bay so the boy doesn't use it against her. Luke lifts his thumb to his tongue and slowly brings it to her cheek. He smears the dried blood away, feeling Soka quiver under his touch. It brings a small smirk to his face.

Soka plays submissive well, but unknown to Luke, the girl is eyeing the keys hanging from his belt loop. She only let's herself think about his black jeans and black button down for a short moment. He's terrifying and awe inspiring all at once, and it splits Soka's attention. She doesn't quite understand how a person so nice on the eyes can have a soul so wretched.

Soka's plan is simple. Hit him. Grab the keys. Run.

"You have more going on in there than you want me to think." Luke grips Soka's jaw, yanking it forward so he can burn holes through her eyes. The girl is of above average intelligence, and he can tell. This one is different.

With his attention away from the rest of her body, she uses all of the force she has left to punch him right in the neck. The boy collapses, coughing and taking harsh breaths after getting the wind knocked completely out of him. Soka is unclipping his keys before he even fully hits the ground.

Luke was prepared for this before he even stepped through the door. He's been hit like this before, and every time it gets a little easier to get himself back together. A hand is thrown out, grabbing Soka's foot just enough to make her fall. Luke finds his way to his feet, looking down on a girl who doesn't think before she acts.

Soka feels his hands come back to her foot, but this time Luke pulls. He drags her body across the room, her torn and dirty clothing sliding effortlessly across the hardwood floor. He only stops when her side slams into the wall. It's her turn to catch her breath, as the impact is so hard all the air escapes her lungs.

"You're making this too fun for me." Luke looks down on the girl with amusement. He brings his foot to her throat, kneeling down next to her before she could even get her breathing back. He is suffocating her, but he's going to stop before she loses consciousness.

Speaking was not an option for Soka, so she does something so instinctual that she wishes maybe she thought about it first. She spits in his face, coming to the end of her strength and energy. Her head falls back to the floor while she glares at Luke. He takes his foot off of her throat, but she only feels a sense of victory for a short second.

Luke reaches down, ripping the shirt she is wearing nearly in half up her torso. He tears off a chunk of it, bringing it to his face to wipe away Soka's last attempt to fight back. She rolls onto her side, clutching her chest for dear life. A loud cry escapes her lips when a foot plows into her stomach. It's the first of many kicks, and by the end of it she almost wishes he would just kill her.

In his world, Luke doesn't find himself talking all that much. He uses violence to communicate, and that isn't going to change. He leaves the girl limp and nearly lifeless, only exiting the room for a minute before returning with something in his hands. The boys told him she shot one of them, and it was all because they stole a book. He now holds the pages that Soka so desperately wanted to see, the beautiful place where she wishes should could escape to.