Little Lamb

27 ❦ pin me down among the trees

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Pretty lilac bruises covered my warm delicate skin. Remnants of his artwork from the night before. It was a twisted masterpiece with the intent of pleasure I never imagined would come from my own captor.

The look in his eyes, that desperate hunger full of desire as he consumed me, haunted my mind.

Damn Riggs. I hated him, loathed him with every fiber of my being. Yet somehow, I liked him so much it terrified me.

Was it wrong? Letting him take control, letting him do these things to me? Absolutely. But it felt so right. Maybe I'm just drawn to the things I know will destroy me.

I had been awake for a while, folding a few clothes and mindlessly sorting through my things.

The soft rustle of the camp surrounded me, a peaceful quiet settling in. The morning air was cool, the tent dimly lit as sunlight filtered through.

Riggs stood in the doorway of the tent, watching me as I folded my clothes. My oversized shirt clung loosely to my body, falling just above my thighs, revealing the bare skin of my legs. He quietly admired me for a moment before clearing his throat.

I jumped slightly, turning to see him standing there. "You're up early," Riggs said, his voice low, his eyes locking onto mine.

I straightened, giving a slight smile. "Couldn't sleep," I replied, the oversized shirt shifting as I moved.

He circled behind me, standing so close that I could feel his warmth. His eyes darkened as they landed on the faint bruises and marks peeking out from beneath the hem of my shirt.

With a slow movement he lifted the fabric, exposing more of me. His fingers grazed over my skin, tracing the marks he'd left on me.
"Look at that," he murmured, his voice a deep, rough whisper. "You still wearing my marks, Lola."

I bit my lip, my breath catching in my throat.
"How do they look?"

"Beautiful," he says. His hold slightly hardened. Making me gasp softly. "I'm sure there's a few sore spots you're nursing this morning, aren't you?"

I give him a small smile. "A little."

He let go off me and watched me. "I will give you something to ease the pain later," he says.

"For now. You should clean yourself up. Come on, I'll take you to the waterfall."

I blinked at him, unsure what he ment. "The waterfall?" I asked, frowning slightly.

He gave me a slight smile. "Yeah. Waterfall's just outside the camp. There's freshwater there it's better than what we've got around here."

I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought of a waterfall. Grabbing my things, I hurried after Riggs, my heart racing.

As we walked, the dense forest gradually opened up, revealing a glade bathed in soft sunlight. A waterfall cascaded down the rocky cliffs, shimmering as it tumbled into a crystal-clear pool below. The surrounding stones were smooth, with vibrant green moss creeping along their edges.

Riggs glanced at me. "Not bad, is it?"

I gasped, taking in the beauty. "It's gorgeous."

He led me closer to the pool, where I set my things down on the cool stone, still in awe. The steady roar of the water crashing below was soothing, helping calm the nervous flutter in my chest.

Standing a few paces back, Riggs watched me carefully. "You're not thinking about running off, are you?"

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I'm just trying to wash up. I promise, nothing more."