An HOTD Fanfic-Why Not?

CHAPTER 6: Confrontations

Question: What do you think of Althea and how do you think I should improve her?

Muffled sounds could be heard all around Otto's chambers. Who might be making these noises you make? Well, it's the owner of said chambers, of course.

"I really hate it when you ignore me, Otto; it hurts." Althea coquettishly muttered in his ear as she lay next to him, her hands tracing his abdomen. Otto, on the other hand, had a cloth wrapped around his mouth and limbs to prevent him from moving and speaking. His body lay in an x position similar to the one on the Bolton flag. More murmurs and grunts were released from him as he struggled to get free.

"What was that? You want me to release you?" She said it out loud as she stared at an empty space in the room, Otto tilted his head in confusion, wondering why she was staring at an empty space but addressing him. She quickly looked back at him with a cynical look in her eyes.

"Sorry, the voices, I'm kidding, jeez. That's not what they really said." she added that just to piss him off, it seems like her little joke didn't land well with him because he let out another groan; this one was clearly loud and sounded very annoyed. She looked at him intensely, her eyes were on him but her mind was clearly somewhere else. A few moments passed by and she sighed out before removing the cloth around his mouth. She immediately regretted it.

"Pardon the disrespect, princess, but what the hell was that for. You can't just knock out somebody and tie them up on the bed." He bellowed, his face puffed with anger. She quickly kissed him before he continued on a tangent. It seemed to work because he slowly melted into her, though his limbs could not move and his head could.

"Get me out of this Althea." He whispered as his mouth left hers. She smirked at him but did not listen; instead, she sat on top of his lap and stared at him.

"I don't know; I quite like it like this, you having absolutely no control over your body, forced to be submissive and at my mercy." She leaned towards the side of his face and gave it a long lick. He shuddered at the coolness of her tongue; it sent a tingle down his spine all the way to his Her breath was all raspy as she grabbed his beard, pulling it towards her face. He stayed silent, not knowing what to do, things were moving too fast.

"I hate it when you of all people ignore me, Otto, my darling Hightower; it breaks my heart. You don't want to break my heart, do you? The consequences are quite dire." She laid flat on him and hugged him, hiding her face in his chest. At first, he thought she had decided to sleep but the thought flew out the window when she started sniffling.

"Are you crying?" He raised his head to get a good look at her, Althea suddenly stilled and sprang up in the air, scaring him.

"I got you, Otto, and no, I'm not crying, just wanted to mess with you." She smiled as she stood up and started untying the ropes that bound his limbs to the bed. And walked towards his window to sit on the ledge. Otto watched her as she sat there, staring out and thinking—what he didn't know but it seemed serious enough for her to have a grave face on.

"Althea, what is all of this about? When did you come back? Why in the Sevens did you tie me up on that?" He rubbed his wrists to relieve him of the pain as he walked towards her. The room stayed silent for a few more moments before she spoke.

"My mother died; that's why I've been away for the past two years, plus other reasons." She turned to look at him; her face looked gloomy but no tears could be found in those galactic eyes of hers. Otto, on the other hand, held a look of pity as he brought her into his arms and hugged her tight. She clenched on to him as if scared to let go.

"I'm so sorry princess. I'm here for you," he whispered into the nook of her neck, as he rubbed her back in a soothing motion. Her lips rose into a delightful smirk as she put her head on his shoulder.