Dion's Toy [Rewritten ver.]

Chapter 1: Part 2

As no other choice left she remained silent while she kept observing her surroundings but nothing could be figured out as the carriage was going through a dense forest pathway, the half moon was not doing anything good either and other than that few men were surrounding the carriage while riding their horses. She was alone inside the carriage while the door was locked from outside.

As she peered through the window further, she noticed the man riding his horse who had forced her into the carriage a moment before.

She silently observed the man, his outfit along with the other that could reach her eyesight. This drastically different clothing could not be seen from where she came, the carriage itself was very shocking to see. It felt like she was in another world, it was not her place, she did not belong here.

But she maintained her composure while remaining on the verge of uncertainty.

Making any scene wouldn't be of any good idea, I better not hasten things up.

Then suddenly her eyes notice something, a vicious glare by those crimson red pupils, making her chill. As their eyes meet she hardly kept looking for three seconds then had to retreat. She took a deep breath, but he did not look away; she could feel his stare. He silently kept gazing at her, focusing more on each passing moment, like those eyes were scrutinizing her, from outside to her core, observing her every single move.

Only his crimson red eyes shone under the half moon; his entire face could not be seen in the dim light. But she could vividly remember his face, how it appeared when she was about to die out of disgust.  

After a while, a shout of "Stop everyone!" rang out, and the carriage, along with everyone else, came to a halt.   

Slowly she looked at the red eyed person to get off his horse and coming at her direction. When they got close to the carriage door, another man approached from behind. The man moved behind the door, opening the lock and making the door fully open while his eyes remained at the ground all the time, unlike the red eyed person who constantly making a hole onto her body.

He, not for any single moment removed his gaze from her.

Soon her heartbeat became faster as his hands came closer to approach her, she grabbed at the hem of the cloth which was thrown at her before getting inside the carriage.

Unaware of his next movement she moved a little further, but this move was useless as soon after that his hand reached her wrist to get her closer to him. He snatched her hand making the hem of cloth fall down on ground, revealing her most body part, and another hand grabbed her chin.

It was a tight grip at first but not seeing any drastic change in her reactions his grip loosened.

She wasn't looking scared enough. She wasn't giving enough reaction to him.

Then he moved her face right to left to check something. His hand then moved in a way as if to open her mouth, and he checked the inside of it as if he was trying to search if there was something wrong with her mouth and examined the little details.

"You can speak after all." finally the silence was broken by him. His use of the word 'can' seemed a little forced, as if he assumed she was mute  but he was found wrong.

"What?" She let out, confused.

"You use that tone in this situation ?" He said raising his one eyebrow, "Are you not aware of the situation you are in?" he said coldly.

There was no trace of emotion in his voice or facial expressions, but still it felt the words carried more weight than simple threats that would have made anyone shudder. There was a touch of irritation in those words, in that tone.

Though he seemed like a person won't  get irritated easily, he would just kill that person who could have gone to create his irritation stage but would be murdered in his hands before reaching that far.

"Where is this place? "Where am I?" she questioned in a tense, perplexed voice, making a slight change in the atmosphere and the reactions she was giving up until now. She somewherr felt like this man could be able to answer her questions. But she soon found out that she was entirely mistaken.

He remained silent not giving  any fuck about her questions and turned his back towards her while removing his hands from her cheeks.

Another man came exactly after he left while giving her the cloth from the ground. His head, too was lowered, like nobody present there was allowed to look at her.

"Miss, please come this way." that man indicated in a direction where some men could be seen preparing for fire and a tent.

"To ensure that we survive the night and reach our destination the following day, we are getting our tents ready."  He said indicating in the same direction. Without further thought, she followed the man, taking one last look at the dark area across from the fire, where the red-eyed figure had disappeared.

"Master will be joining us shortly. We are preparing his tent first." he said as he realized her looking at the other direction.

I can't stay like this.

She began searching for something along the way—a pointed object that could be used to attack an adversary. But for the time being, she was unable to identify who was an enemy and who wasn't. Her actions spoke for her while she watched in silence. 

The man suggested that she sit on the wood next to the tent as she got closer to the fire. And as she finally did, she saw something shining next to the fire: a dagger that did not appear to be used very often. She noticed that everyone was occupied setting up tents, so she took advantage of the opportunity to swiftly seize the dagger and conceal it inside her covered clothing.

I see how useful this piece of cloth is.

After a moment the tent was formed, another man came and politely asked her to enter it. As she entered slowly while her attention was outside the tent and the activities of the people there and soon her focus shifted inside the tent she was entering.

The tent looked luxurious unlike the other tents which was being prepared beside this one. There was one bed on the centre of it, it was dark inside. No fire stick was present, only the light which could be seen was from the outside where the fire was placed. She needed some time to adjust her eyesight in that dark room.

But then... "Walk fast." A cold yet serious voice, a very familiar one, vibrated across the whole place which was coming from the direction where the bed was placed.

She tried to look through the darkness, though she knew whom this voice might belong to. But she wanted to know for a better understanding of the situation.

It did not feel good. The person it belonged to was not in a very good mood and that feeling made her grip the dagger more under the clothes he had given. The aura, the vibe, everything felt dangerous, especially now that no one was around. The voice itself sounded like it was ready to eat anyone alive.

She wasn't wrong, he was, after all, a person who was perfectly capable of eating her, only her. Whether it's in literal form or something else more unholy than that, he was capable of it all, and he was soon going to prove it himself.