Cadence

37. Rabbit

Cadence

Trying to pull my hand from his vice like grip, I spat out all of the curse words I could think of. Switching the language I spoke in between each one.

"Mudak."
(Asshole)

"ukolot'."
(Prick)

"Chlen."
(Dickface)

That one earned me a cold stare from over his shoulder, one small thought at the back of my mind told me I shouldn't be insulting the beast of a man.

He had grown. Like properly grown. He was more muscular now and could easily snap my wrist like a twig, with a singular motion.

But the thought was small. And I didn't care. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I think.

Opening a door with his foot, he shoved me inside and threw my body to the bed, like how a toddler would do with it's favourite teddy. My back bounced off of the bed, but as soon as it hit the mattress again so did he.

His body weight came down on me, his rough tattooed hands gripping my own and forcing them above my head.

"Well this is a very promising position." I slapped myself inwardly. Stupid fucking mouth.

The man was holding me down, with not even his full weight and I couldn't move. He was like a double decker bus, that was straddling my small body.

"malyshka, ya bez kolebaniy privyazhu tebya k etoy krovati. ne ispytyvay menya. ya budu terpeliv. poka ne budu." His voice held so much promise, that I didn't doubt the last words he spoke for a second.
(i will not hesitate to tie you to this bed. do not test me. i will be patient. until i wont.)

I know I was pushing my luck, from the swearing at him, to hitting him in the chest when he wouldn't let me go, and believe me. It hurt me a lot more than it did him.

"Understood?" His cold stare met my own.

Groaning I gave in, I needed this man off of me, "Fine. I'll play nice." For now.

With one last warning stare, he let go of my wrists and got off of the bed. He straightened the invisible wrinkles on his suit with a hand, and walked towards the door.

And then he left.

***

Sitting on the edge of the windowsill in my new room, I watched as a rabbit hopped around without a single care in the world.

The sight reminds me of how I used to be, completely blind to my surroundings and unaware of the dangers that the world held. That was until my parents passed of course, their death completely shattered my innocent view of the world.

And turned it into a cold one instead.

I wonder, how things may have been if they didn't die, would I have met Nicolas? Would I be here now?

The mystery will stay a mystery I suppose.

A knock sounds at the door and I look over my shoulder to the sound.

"Master vants you downstairs." Nicolas' made Silvia speaks, her accent thick and I can tell this is the first English she has ever spoken.

"Tell him, if he wants someone to boss around, to go back on his merry way to his strip club." I smile a fake smile, who does he think he is bossing me around? He killed my parents for fuck sake. I'm not doing shit.

She looks at me warily, not understanding a word coming from my mouth then raises her eyebrows, almost like she just figured out the answer to all my problems.