Something Sinister • Ethan Landry

PART XIX

Droplets of blood ran down the outside of Mallory's leg while she stared down at the small cut that now inhabited her thigh. Really, it could've been a lot worse than it had been with the size of blade she had on that knife, in fact she was surprised it had only grazed her. Lifting her head again she met Ethan's eyes which now seemed to be dark and filled with some type of rage, she could only imagine it was due to his being tied to his own dining chair.

Shifting in the chair he holds her gaze, "untie me" he hadn't been asking, "now" he was instead demanding.

Mallory shook her head. He believed he held something over her, he believed she would just do as he asked and the smallest part of her wanted to. She wanted to do as he said and keep him happy but she couldn't, she had to stand her own ground as difficult as he made that. She followed his eyes which moved to her leg, watching the blood roll down. Taking the opportunity she bent down just enough to place her thumb on her leg, running it down just where the stream of blood had been, messing it up by trying to clean it.

Ethan let out some sort of a grunt at how childish she was being, "No" Mallory finally responded, swallowing harshly as she straightened herself and watched his head snap upward again, "you don't deserve to-"

"Mallory you have cut yourself" he interrupted, "untie me"

Was he trying to be protective of her? That had summoned a laugh from her. A small but audible laugh which confused Ethan. He had sliced her arm hours prior and now he wanted her to believe he needed untied to tend to her cut? It was laughable and so that's just what she did whilst shaking her head at his willingness to think she'd agree to that.

Stepping closer once again and watching his eyes trail between the cut and her face, "suppose it'll match my arm then?" Ethan's jaw locked at her words, his head then fell looking to his knees and so she knelt down, one knee on the floor with the other propped up giving him a perfect view of the cut on her leg. His eyes had squeezed shut for a moment before he met her eye while she let out a mocking aw, "what happened to you taking the credit for your work?" He wasn't so teasing anymore, "go on, take all the credit for what you did to me"

He had been silent for a minute while she tried to read his impossible expression, "that's the only part I regret"

Again she stifled a laugh, "do you regret playing with my feelings too?" He stared blankly at the girl, "I trusted you, you used that against me and then I find out you're the one going around murdering my friends when you're not kissing me" he knew she wouldn't believe him if he told the truth.

His eyes found her thigh once again, part of him loved it, he wanted to be the one to have inflicted that on her, watching the blood that came from within that perfect body roll down her skin made him want to touch it. He wanted to carve his very own name into her thigh so everyone knew who she belonged to. On the other hand however he hated when anyone else -including Mallory- hurt her, caused her pain.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know" he sucked in a breath, "if you just untie me"

She stood tall again looking down at him, "and risk my life?" Oddly she did still trust him, she hadn't known why and she might never have known why but she did, he had plenty of occasions he could've hurt her, murdered her even and he hadn't. She just couldn't allow him to believe she trusted him, "I don't think so"

"Fuck Mallory" he groaned throwing his head back, "you clean yourself up now, then I'll talk" he shook his head, he was so pathetic when it came to her, "just please-"

His eyes found the cut on her leg again, if he had been acting like he cared for the cut she'd given herself he was a stellar actor because even she was now starting to believe him and his pleading words, "fine, do you have a first aid kit?"