Kill Or Be Killed

Chapter Twenty-One

Scale #: 3

Cat stirred, drifting in and out of consciousness, a warm sensation surrounded her, lulling her back into a safe blanket of dreams. Ones that didn't consist of her muscles screaming at her in pain; ones where the pleasure could easily wash away the stinging. Although, the ache in her shoulder is nowhere near as profound as the one between her thighs.

A realization that caused her eyes to fly open, sarong at the ice bucket that was still sitting on the nightstand. From where... She looked over her shoulder, shifting just enough to see the slumbering man behind her. Her heart seized as she slowly started to panic, holding her breath so she didn't start to hyperventilate.

She had to calm down otherwise it would be impossible to think rationally.

Although it seemed it was already impossible to keep her thoughts straight with him touching her. Taking a steady breath, she slowly started to inch her way to the edge of the bed, sliding out from under his limp arm. Every other second, looking back to make sure the smooth lines of his face were still relaxed with sleep.

Swallowing, she dropped one leg to the ground, then the other, awkwardly wiggling her way to the ground in her attempt at being stealthy. Once she was free, she waited a couple of moments, waiting to make sure she hadn't woken him anyway. But the only thing he did was shift slightly, hugging his pillow closer to his head with the arm under it, while the other tightened where she had just been.

Taking a deep breath, she tiptoed over to where her plastic bag of clothes sat, wincing with each step. That man's monstrous appendage had definitely bruised my inside, possibly even rearranged a couple of my organs.

Reaching for the extras a kind nurse had given her from the lost and found at the clinic she'd gone to almost right after the attack, she paused. The bag had already shifted noisily, which meant if she were to pull anything out, it would definitely wake him up. Having stashed the gun outside the free clinic, only to pick it up when she'd left again, she wondered if she would be able to get it out from where it was hidden in the spare shirt.

"You'd have one shot, kitten, better make it count, otherwise your punishment will make last night seem mild." His voice makes her jump, turning to see him still laying in the same position, with his eyes closed and everything. His threatening promise sent a ripple down her spine, one she tried to ignore. The evidence that he knew its effect on her showed as a smug smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Cat didn't doubt for one second that he'd been holding something back last night as he'd assaulted her. Not when he clearly had plenty of strength to do whatever he wished. After all, how else had he gotten away from those men alive? "If I shot you, would you even die?" She asked under her breath, closing her arms and shifting her weight so that she was covering herself as much as she would without drawing unnecessary attention to her.

Her question made him roll to his back, folding his hands behind his head as he opened his eyes to look at her. "What would make you ask that?" His eyebrows furrow, because of her inquiry, not because he was still stark naked without a care in the world.

Turning her head away, not that it mattered since the blush crept down her neck, to keep from having to look at him. Opening her mouth to remind him of his ability to find her when she'd left no trail. Or of the human speed he continued to display. Not to mention the sounds he was brown to make, like the ones from the night before. Only to snap her mouth closed again, knowing no matter how logically she tried to word it, it would make her sound insane.

"Are you wishing you'd gone out and bought some silver bullets for that thing?" His eyes jerk to the bag less than a yard behind to her left.

Cat's head snapped back in his direction with wide eyes. Was he serious? But when he started laughing, she just reached in to grab her clothes. The gun falling to the bottom of the bag with a heavy thud. "Fuck you, asshole," she muttered, storming into the bathroom.