SAS/ITEOTS: ONE SHOTS

Shot Three: Chapter 20 of ITEOTS

*My version of it.*

I stared at them, eyes wide, heart racing. And then before I knew it, I too was racing. I subconsciously picked up my skirts and ran as fast as I could. I went up the stairs, tripping a couple times but nonetheless I ran.

I kept running, looking around wildly hoping to not be seen, but I was mistaken. I looked behind me, regretting that immediately, for just around the corner did he show up.

How did he get to where I was so fast? I had a head start! I didn't dwell on the matter for long. I ran again.

I found myself at a dead end and I panicked. I didn't dare look behind me. Oh why had there not been a way out? Why had I not left the hotel instead!? Stupid Lilly!

My thoughts and insults screeched to a halt when I felt him touch me. Feeling as though he'd burned me, I slapped his hand away, whirling around. I felt a prickling sensation on my nose and half panicked. I can't cry!

We stood there for a moment, I glaring at him, he looking at me with no expression as usual. Even his eyes held nothing. But I couldn't stand the silence any longer.

"How dare you? For these past few weeks you've been stuck to me like a leech and now you - you..." I took a deep breath. "What did all of that ever even mean to you? All those... These clothes!" I grabbed the skirts of my dress. "And this jewellery and the game.. The stupid game of charades! What is this to you, some kind of a sick joke?"

He didn't answer. I didn't expect him to. I went on.

"And you ... you bloody bastard, telling me, convincing me, manipulating me. What happened to the day when you wanted me as yours and yours only? What happened," I took a shaky breath. "To me being your so-called wife? I am sure, that no husband who willingly married this.. this lovely, demure girl, would ever, ever dare lay his hands on another girl for..." I struggled for the right word. "Pleasure."

"It wasn't for pleasure Li-"

"Then what the bloody hell was it for!? And don't you dare call me Lilly, Lillian, Mr. Linton or anything at all!" I snarled, pointing a finger in his face.

"But you're my little Ifrit, aren't you?"

SLAP!

"You dare call me that, just after I said not to call me anything at all?" He grabbed my wrists and slammed me against the wall. His eyes were stormy but I dared not fall into those pools of death.

"That's because I don't listen to you. I'm your employer. Not you."

I rammed my heel onto his foot and he released me.

"And you dare touch me too! Only god knows where the hell those hands have been!" I rubbed my wrists glaring at him.

"They've been nowhere."

"Don't lie to me! I saw your hands in places they shouldn't have been!"

"You saw nothing." I'd just about had enough. Grabbing his lapels and using all the strength I had, I slammed him against the wall.

"I know what I saw, Rikkard, and say what you wish, but you will never get that image out of my head." I whispered menacingly. Wh... where on Earth did I get all this? It was usually he who slammed me against walls and now me?! To him?

And then before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my face and crashed his mouth on mine.

This was bloody outrageous! I tried pushing him off of me but it was no use. Somehow, he'd managed to wrap his long, strong arms around mine. But I now recalled a way to get him off me. Trying valiantly to not succumb to his kisses like the hundred times I had before, my hand snaked up from where they were on his lapels, over his neck and jawline and onto his ear.