Time seemed to stand still as Bard's hellish gaze bored down into Lizzy, even sending a shiver down her spine. The only two emotions that found a place in her at the moment were extreme terror over what he was going to do to her, and anger that he thought he had the right to do so. Just because he'd raided her village didn't mean she was suddenly less of a human. The sad thing was that to Bard that's probably exactly what it meant. With the countless villages he'd probably raided she was a face that would fade from his memory as soon as she was killed or sold to someone else. She could see Bard's temper being violent enough to kill the women that warmed his bed, but at the same time she doubted that many of them had been passed along to friends or to other vikings simply for the profit. The only question now was what option was going to be chosen for her.
Fisting her hands against the rocking deck her frame slowly started to scoot back, keeping her gaze on his unchanging face the entire time. Unlucky for her, though, the movement seemed to spark the beginnings of a reaction. With painstakingly slow gestures he slowly started to remove the dagger from his thigh. As it slowly came out, with his face creasing slightly and his breathing turning the tiniest bit ragged, a suffocatingly metallic scent filled her nostrils.
"Y...you could at least give me credit for hitting my mark," Lizzy's soft voice escaped into the space between them through her parched lips. With the words out and no hope of taking them back the only course of action was to wait for the worst, or best.
"Hit your mark?" Bard question, one of his surprisingly sculpted eyebrows lifting in wonder. As if in complete contradiction to his previous emotions, the corners of his rugged lips slowly started to tug upwards into a grin.
Before Lizzy could even move out of his path or even decipher his anticipated actions, Bard had latched onto her arm, swiftly dragging the girl's frame towards his bed. With a swift jerk Lizzy's body tumbled onto the soft spot, his body easily pinning her directly after.
"Hit my mark too, now didn't I?" He questioned, the smirk still across the warrior's features as he brought Lizzy's hands above her head, keeping them there with one of his bear like paws.
"Let me go!" Lizzy protested, her tone venomous as her glare bored up at the crude man. As if anticipating her next plan of action Lizzy's legs were soon completely pinned by his weight, preventing a kick that would most likely be aimed at his groin.
"Let you go?" Bard questioned, clearly enjoying the trapped, helpless, and overly pissed expression that his little pet wore. "Oh no, darling, it's a long trip back. I can't have myself getting bored now can I?" he asked, a soft pout covering his features as his free hand rested against her cheek, gently rubbing circles and warmth against her high cheekbones.
"Well, if you're needing suggestions..." Lizzy had started to trail off as his hand slowly started to trail down her neck, his touch at first gentle and then becoming rougher as they approached her chest. The man seems to have little care as to the small jerks that emitted from her or the expressions of discomfort that plagued her features. As he went for the hem of her dress Lizzy's heart started to pound her body thrashing as she fought to make any head way against his much large body.
"Darling don't be shy. This is much better than that wretched cage, now isn't it?" Bard questioned, still smirking as his fingers nestled into the folds of he soft cotton, easily sliding the dress off, leaving her in her underwear and a tight corset. "Pink, what a nice choice," he complimented, the compliment not reaching his rock hard facade.
Even without a mirror or any way to see Lizzy could tell that her cheeks were at least a deep pink flush. Despite everything that this situation told her his touch still held some effect over her. Whether it was from his handsome god like build and angelic features or simply from the fact that his touch and gaze were running across her barely clad body. No matter the reason she really shouldn't feel any emotions besides hate for this man.
"Oh is the little one enjoying this?" Bard asked, his voice still holding a light, playful look as his lips started to trail down her neck, taking their time as they somewhat Gently peppered against her skin, the softest bite coming through every couple inches.
"Enj..." Lizzy started to protest, but was once again cut off by Bard's lips pressing against her hot skin.Sending small shocks of surprise and possibly pleasure buzzing through her entire being. What a time for her body to betray her. Apparently she did have a line though, as when his free hand went for her corset strings a fight once again erupted, her legs fighting desperately for the space to kick. With lighting quickness the blood stained knife was pressed against her neck as his face turned gravely serious.
"Listen to me you little slut. Your body belongs to me now. Whatever I want to do to you is my decision not yours, got it?" he growled, eyes flashing with anger as he glared down at
Her, seeming to dare her to try something.
"Lit....." Lizzy started, the pattern of him cutting her off once again taking over. As the knife pressed against her skin, threatening to break the sensitive skin her whole body and voice stilled, her gaze meeting his as she tried to figure out his next move with the slightest bit of hurt creeping into his gaze over her latest nick name.
"If you try and escape tonight the men will tear you apart. I won't save you from them. Trust me there's no where to run or hide on this ship," Bard instructed, his thoughts quickly turning to sleep as fatigue started to seep into his being. Sliding the knife into his boot he easily wrapped his arms securely around her as she was pulled into his side. "Sleep now. You'll be thankful for it later," was his last instructions before his eyelids started to droop. The last thing that crossed his mind before drifting off was the hurt he'd seen enter his gaze upon calling her a slut.
