Match Made In Hell

Chapters 6-10

(the Disciple, the Patient, the Mother, the Other Woman, the Zahir)

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Chapter 6: The Disciple

Maca started to question whether all this was a good idea. Her hands were wrapped around Zulema's arm which was holding her chest firmly, pressing her back against the brunette's body.

Zulema did explain her what she has to do to escape, but she found it difficult to apply it. On one hand because she didn't exactly know how, and on the other hand, because she was distracted. Or maybe she just didn't want to escape. It's crazy what a difference another context and a different person makes. This is pointless... Does she expect me to kick her anyway? Maca started to move, but Zulema has already lost her patience.

"I could have killed you three times with all that hesitation." she sighed as she let go of her.

"Maybe it would help if you'd show me first how I am supposed to do it!" Maca scoffed.

Zulema raised an eyebrow. "Fine. You wanted it. Come, get me!" she spread her arms with a smug smile.

Maca stepped towards her and made an attempt to immobilize Zulema the same way she did earlier. She thought she was doing good. Apparently she was wrong.

"You think anyone would stay still with you holding them like this?" Zulema rolled her eyes. "You're basically hugging me. And it's vanilla, even for a hug..." she sighed again.

Maca held her more strongly, instinctively moving her fingers closer to Zulema's neck.

"That's more like it." Zulema smirked, and Maca's mind was immediatly flooded with several innapropriate remarks, but she decided to not utter either of them. Damn it! I am distracted either way...

She was snapped back to reality when Zulema made a sudden move and she found herself on the ground at her legs.

She looked up angrily at her. "You're an awful teacher! You think it was possible for me to memorize what you actually did?!"

"Yes."

"Well... you're damn wrong!" Maca stood up massaging her wrist.

"It's just you being slow. Did you hurt yourself? I tried to not actually push you, but you fell anyway..." Zulema looked at the blonde with feigned pity on her face.

"I'm fine." Maca let go of her wrist. She was fine, she was just not used to any part of this.

"Again." Zulema ordered.

"Ok, but do it more slowly!"

Zulema didn't make any remarks this time. For some time she didn't do anything. Maca was wondering whether she is actually expecting her to start choking her or she's just enjoying it too, when after some very long moments Zulema broke the silence. "I can hear your mind spinning." Maca could feel her chest rising under her arm. "Does this make you uncomfortable, blondie?" she blinked back at her with a sly smile. "We can find someone else you can practice with if-"

"Zulema..." Maca closed her eyes. She felt Zulema suddenly leaning forward, then she lost her balance and in the next moment she was once again by the brunette's feet.

"This is useless!" she whined.

"Get up, your turn!" Zulema interrupted her, she reached out a hand to help her up and before Maca could have done anything, she was once again trapped by Zulema's arms.

She tried to imitate her moves, but she didn't catch them completely, Zulema wasn't even trying to let her memorize them, she was just teasing her, distracting her even more. And now Zulema was holding her so strongly that she could barely move anyway. Distracting... Maca smiled to herself at the thought.