Dollface

Part 20

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I slept in one room, he in the other across of mine, we would rest and avoid talking to each other as much as possible, but it would still happen. He said some things, I said some things, we argued, and then he would throw me over his shoulder to force me to do what he wants.

At the moment, I was sitting cross-legged at the table and was about to raise my fork to my mouth when I looked up at Simon. He slowly chewed his food before pausing when he noticed me staring at him. Though he doesn't hesitate to stare back, creating this intense atmosphere.

I: Why are you staring at me like that?
S: You stared at me first.

My eyes dart to my plate, continuing the silence. I looked at the food with little interest, too busy thinking about how to fall asleep. Usually, falling asleep became a problem when I didn't know if I would wake up and be safe. I was afraid to close my eyes when it mattered. My body was lacking fuel, which led to poor concentration, it showed in our training sessions, but after four days I finally started doing things right.

S: Stop bumping your fork with your plate, it's fucking irritating, who taught you to eat? A pig?
I: No that can't be true, you never taught me how to eat.

I scoffed. Simon chewed furiously and stared me in the eyes as he stood up. I thought he was going to do something violent, but he nearly smashed his empty plate as he put it in the sink, and of course left it there as a signal that I should be the one to clean up after the both of us.

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I wake up as Simon throws open the door and he saunters over to my bed.

S: Get up.

He says, throwing the covers off me. I groan in response as I turn my head away and hide my face in my pillow.

S: Up now.
I: Ten minutes.
S: Five.

Finally, I did as I was told and got dressed for his class, the sun was shining, burning despite the early hour. I groaned and forced myself to do as I was told. I didn't want to hear a sarcastic or rude word from this man's mouth today, I wasn't in the mood.

S: Good, now that you're warmed up a bit.

He quietly moves behind me, keeping a fairly close distance. I visibly shudder as he places his hands at my sides. The warmth of his hands prolonged my silent shiver as I tried to ignore the reactions he was drawing out of me without any effort on his part.

S: - You're not going to take a man down with one punch, so aim for the throat. Whenever you hit hard enough there, keep him down for at least three seconds, which is more than you need to hit any other area.

He grabs my wrists and raises my arms into a position he taught me yesterday.

S: Cover with feint. If he's got you down and you can get up, don't get up right away. Make him think he's got you, then make your move. These are just basic tips now, simple.

I try to remain unfazed as he lets go of my fists and takes a moment to flatten my hand.

S: Don't punch him in the throat, you might miss the area you want to hit and it's slower than keeping your hand flat and hitting him with the side.

He instructed quietly as I nodded my head slowly. Then he grabs my hand and clenches it into a fist again.

S: If you can't get to his throat, don't punch his arms, shoulders or legs. That won't bring him down much. You're weaker, which isn't that useful, but you'd be surprised how many sensitive spots the body has.

And so Simon continued to explain these spots to me, as he spoke I was caught up in my own thoughts, the deep, raspy tone of his voice causing my senses to brighten, coming into focus within seconds, I tried not to let his intimidation make me cower under any lack of concentration that could possibly take over.

I gasp as Simon turns my body around like an object. My back pressed against his chest and his arm wrapped around my neck. Then I suddenly came to my senses and realized he was holding me by the neck.

S: What if he has you in that grip?

He whispered in my ear and let his hot breath flow over my skin, a cold shiver ran down my spine and my fingertips brushed against his forearm.

S: Hm? What's going to happen? Are you going to let him win?

I flinch as I try to rip his arm off of me, but it was so futile.

I: I don't know.

His lips brush against my ear, creating goosebumps that ride the surface of my skin.

S: Use your brain. Think you're intelligent, so tell me. What could you do to stop this?

Due to the distance between our bodies, I didn't. I really want to stop this, but I kept my mouth shut.

I: I-

I stammered, pausing to think.

I: Can I use my legs?
S: Yes, but how?
I: ...I don't know.

I practically heard him roll his eyes.

S: I thought you were smart?

He scoffed harshly.

S: What happened to that weak little thing that wanted answers? Is she still in the robe you were in?

My jaw clenched and I immediately became angry, without giving an answer I dug my nails into his arm. Simon laughed bitterly as I stomped my foot into the grass, narrowly missing his foot.

S: What's wrong, dollface? A little trouble there?

Without thinking too much, I sink my hand into a tight one first before ramming it into his crotch as hard as I could. After that, he would see stars, and I delighted in the moan that escaped his mouth, when I felt his grip loosen, I took the opportunity to push him away.

When I turn around, I see him kneeling on the floor, holding his crotch with his hands. I tried to hold back a smile and stared at his weakened body.

I: Stop calling me that.

I mutter, turning and making my way towards the house, not before I turn around and find him looking up at me with narrowed eyes, I shriek just as I see him lunge forward and pull me by my hips into the grass.

I slam against the soft cushion the floor provided, my breath thumping from the powerless lungs inside me. Then he quickly hovers over my body, squeezing my hands tightly before I had time to get up.

I: Get off me!
S: Shut up!

The awkwardness of our position haunted us, but we strangely didn't acknowledge it.

S: You're damn lucky I would never hurt you.

He growled inches from my face.

I: I didn't do it because I wanted to see you in pain. I did it because you deserved it.

I fought back.

S: You know what? You need to be taught to respect the hell out of me.

I scoffed.

I: Respect doesn't work like that. If you learn to respect me, I'll return the favor. But since you're treating me like a sack of shit, no, Simon.
S: I'm not treating you like a sack of shit. You irritate me and annoy me, so I hit you.
I: You treat everyone like one, but I'm even worse. For no reason either. I've only ever wanted to get to know you and do my best to cooperate, but you're just a horrible person.

Simon frowns at my face as I ramble on.

I: And you have so many reflections on yourself. First you insist that you want to protect me, and then you treat me like shit, and at the end of the day you still expect me to trust you.
S: I'm always trying to protect you.
I: Aside from those men who are after me, what are you protecting me from when you treat me like you're doing now?!
S: Me.

I look him in the eyes as he says this, and watch him as he pushes himself away from me. I sit up just as Simon gets up and storms into the house, slamming the door behind him, with a loud sigh I fall lazily back onto my back against the grass.