Creative Writing Passages Part Two

The Woman and her Hounds

He tenses as soon as he hears the barking.

That dreaded barking.

A cold shiver starts to crawl up his spine as he looks upon the growling snarling beasts.

His hand instinctively goes to his dagger sheathed at his waist before remembering himself. Reluctantly, he drops his hand to his side.

"Call off your beasts, if you will. I wish to speak to you," he says, the slightest hint of a tremor in his voice.

He eyes the dogs as they eye him, their yellowing teeth bared at him.

"I mean you no harm," he adds as if that will open doors.

From deep within the shadows, a woman dressed in a ragged dress steps out, two dogs at her sides.
She touches one on the head, then the other.

She looks over at the man, her green eyes holding the slightest trace of sanity.

"I hear the words you say. But your words speak of falsehoods," she says, her voice cold as ice.

"I only wish to speak to you," he says.
"You don't have to live like this. It does not have to be this way."

The woman smiles chillingly and that shiver caresses his spine.

"I'm exactly where I want to be," she says. "What more could I ask for?"

The man swallows as he looks at the snarling dogs; her guards.

She notices and smiles even more coldly. "When the time comes, you'll wish you had killed me."

He stares at her, seeing the dangerous but still beautiful woman. "Please," he whispers.

But he barely got a word out before she nodded and the dogs lunged, their teeth bared.

The man didn't even get a chance to scream as he fell backwards, pinned down by the snarling dogs.

The woman watches her Hounds tear her captor to shreds, his screams echoing throughout the prison.
And a smile crosses her full lips.