Innocent

~9~Xki

One second my hands are fiddling with her pants and the next my face is smashed against the wall with my arms held firmly behind me.

She starts speaking in Arabic, "ma hadha bihaqi aljahimi, 'ayu nawe min altaedhib hadha? hal taetaqid fi alealam alhaqiqii 'anani sa'asmah lishakhs ma bitaedhibi? 'iidha lamustni bihadhih altariqat maratan 'ukhraa sa'umaziq dhiraeayk wa'ateamahuma lilhayawanat alghamidat ealaa 'atraf alhayawanat baynama 'ushahiduk tunzif hataa almawta, wabaed dhalik sa'astanzif kula qatrat dam min jasadik hataa taeuda. hi kis min aljild waleizami. hal tafahama?" 

"I'm going to guess that that was some sort of death threat towards me, ok? I mean you practically asked for it with the way you were looking at my naked body while I was asleep. Who watches naked people sleep unless they want more?"

She lets out a huff, "I was thinking about killing you." she pauses, "I decided not to by the way."

She seems distracted enough so I attempt to rip my arms from her grasp, but all she does is laugh. 

"Do you think I am stupid? I was literally trained to be an assassin, you think I would be weak enough to loosen my hold on your arms?" she brings her mouth close to my ear and whispers, "If you want to have a fight you only have to say so." 

"Ok, let's do it, let's fight. It'll be a good assessment of how we will deliver you to the castle." she releases her hold and walks back.

"You should really stop telling me your plans, you might underestimate me now."

"When do you want to start?" I question.

"How about now?" I nod.

"Ready, go." we say at the same time.

I throw some punches but she just dodges all of them strategically. I was trained to know the weaknesses of men not women so that should make it more difficult. I punch her gut. She makes a rough exhale but other than that has no reaction. I manage to force her against the wall and get a couple hits to the head. Again she has no reaction, if I want to rank up I'll have to learn to tourture people better.  

I know she's trying to tire me out, and it's working. I punch her more and more and all that's happening is me getting angrier that she's not reacting. The skin on her face isn't breaking or bleeding which means that it has to be really tough skin. 

The thought comes to me, her harsh training. She was made to be stronger than any man could ever be. My eyes drift to the scars around her neck and part of her cheek. 

She finally throws a punch, it's a weak punch, I can tell she's holding back. I easily catch the punch, my hand almost completely covering her fist. She looks up at me and smirks. Oh no, that can't be good.

She swipes her leg out, her foot finds the back of my knees making me fall to my knees in front of her.

I throw my hands up in surrender, this was clearly a losing battle to start off with, "Ok, ok. You win."

"Imbécil." she says and walks away.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, "How many languages do you know? That was Spanish, right?"

"Are you talking about just verbal languages?" she asks.

"Well, now that you say that, how many languages all together?" she is so intriguing.

"I know Arabic, English, Spanish, and sign language in three different forms." she says nonchalantly.

"Where did you learn language?" I smile at her.

She huffs, "How many more questions until your done?" I shrug, "My mother taught me." she sends a deadly glare towards me.

"Why do people say that you have no soul?" she stops her movements at this question.

I watch another wall go up. The small lightness that was in the air is forgotten. This is clearly a touchy subject.

She stares at me for a while before saying, "Have you ever thought it is because I don't have a soul?"

"Well, you have a soul. You have emotions, I've seen them. Even if most of those emotions were ones that wanted me dead." 

"I don't have a soul or emotions, so stop trying to find whatever humanity you think you see in me." she stands up straight, "I need you to understand that I kill people for a living. I feel no guilt in killing all those men. For normal people that is bad, for you that is bad." she stalks towards me, "The humanity was beaten out of me. I was trained to survive torture if I ever got caught on the battlefield, do you know how they train a person for that? They torture them, they build a persons tolerance so high it can't be broke pass." she points to herself, "I was tortured, they used all the things I loved against me until I didn't love then anymore." this is the most raw she has ever gotten with me, her hands are literally starting to shake with anger, "Want to know what they did to me? Want to know what I used to love?" she pauses and breathes in, "They took my best friend and killed him in front of me, my father made me watch him bleed out slowly and painfully. My soul died with him. My humanity died on the day I met Primrose." she turns towards the door, "We should get going, your crew is probably waiting for us."

"I'll need to tie you up." I say as we leave the room.

"You think I'll run?" she questions.

"We're taking you to probably be slowly tortured until you die and you're not even nervous. None of this is adding up. Why are you just letting us take you to your death?" 

She smirks back at me, "How much information were you given with the mission? How much do you know about my history?"

I think, "Nothing, I was just sent on this mission. That's why I'm asking so many questions. Are you going to tell me why you're letting me take you back?"

She points to her head, "Guess that'll die with me."

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A/N

I finished writing this chapter at 3 in the morning, I didn't do any editing. If it's absolute crap, sorry, but I'm still not going to change anything.