"Your Loves Whore" Wolf Alice
*TW*
The sharp scent of ammonia brought me back to reality. I was awake in an instant, coughing against the suffocating cloth. A harsh ringing reverberated within my head. My eyes squinted tightly against the debilitating pain. Fingers were intertwined with my braided hair against the back of my skull, holding my head just above frigid concrete. My wrists laid in front of me, bound together with abrasive rope.
"There she is, my girl is finally awake." He pulled the cloth away. Rigid breaths overtook my body as I tried to calm my irritated lungs. Slowly, I was able to look up to him. Alvar.
"Are you okay, darling?" His voice doused in sickly sweet poison. Unsatisfied with me being unresponsive, he grabbed my jaw. He squeezed, hard, forcing my mouth open. Unintentionally, I yelped in pain.
"Was that so hard? Use that pretty voice." His grimy hands were still attached to my face, only loosely. The grip he had on the back of my head clenched, much harder. He wanted an answer, I'll give him one.
"Fuck off." I rasped. Every syllable scratched my throat worse than the last. He smirked, finally accepting my answer.
"That attitude of yours makes you...desirable for only so long. Better be careful, my Adalynn." He pushed the hair that clung to my face behind my ear.
"Stop fucking touching me." I spat. He chuckled, letting my head hit against the hard floor. He stood, walking to the doors of my cage. Alvar swung the door shut, the clash of metal bounced off the walls, ringing in my ears.
"I will see you later my darling." I rolled my eyes as he walked away. He called a guard, signaling him to watch me. That won't fucking change me leaving, but more power to this asshat. I stood up, making my way to the guard. I wrapped my hands around the cold metal bars.
"Excuse me, sir. Uhm, what am I doing here?" I used the softest voice I could muster. False innocence coated every word. The guard swiveled on his heel to meet my gaze.
"The boss is obsessed with you," His eyes greedily traveled up and down my body, "I can see why." I smiled, forcing the bile that had made its way up my throat, down. Oh, he'll be easy. Alright, just like old times. I licked my lips, peering at him through my eyelashes seductively.
"Could you help me, please?" I bit my lip, furrowing my brows in feigned distress. He laughed, moving his hand to where the keys laid. "If you help me first." I cocked my head to the side, confused.
"Sir, I'll do anything to get out of here. Please."
"You better." He unlocked the door, pushing his way in, leaving the door ajar as he did so. He swung his rifle off his shoulder and brought his large, predatory hands to my hips. I'll make this swift. He grabbed my wrists, loosening the restraints so they fell to the ground.
"Now, you aren't that titan shifter bitch, right?" Rory. Rory was shot. She was killed. Rory's dead.
I'm going to make this motherfucker choke on his blood. If he's helping Alvar, he is lowlife scum. Worse than the shit on my shoe. I clenched my jaw, putting my hands against his chest, putting some space between us.
"Come on, take it off." He said with utter lust.
"You first." My hands moved to his belt, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and stealing the knife that rested on his hip. To kill a man with his own knife is fucking comical. He groaned in anticipation of me. I laid the knife against the ground, so he wouldn't notice I held it. His jeans fell to the floor, leaving him vulnerable.
"Get on the ground." I smirked.
"Demanding, it's hot." He responded, complying. I grabbed the knife once more, hiding it from his view. I tentatively crawled on top of him, sitting on his abdomen.
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