Perseous's Human Mate

Interrogation or Torture?

I woke up in a strange way. In someone's lap? The nightmare continues.

I was obviously groggy, my hair was a mess and my clothes or should I say shirt was uncomfortable in the position I was sat in. We were sitting on a leather couch, in a office based on the peeks I got from behind my crazed hair.

I was sitting on his lap, my back against his chest and my head purposely tucked into his shoulder. He had one arm wrapped securely around my waist and the other was writing something down. Looked like paper work he did on the side table. I raised my head not looking at him, I was shy that way and annoyed on top of that. I'm not a rag doll he can carry around.

I placed my bare toes on the cool hardwood floor to get up. My body began to move forward when the arm at my waist came alive and pulled me back to him roughly.

He let out a growl next to my ear causing me to stiffen," Don't move away from me My Hazel. Don't you ever try to leave me," he spoke his voice rough and cold like he was holding back. The arm around my waist tightened and then relaxed slightly to get the message across.

I rolled my eyes," I need to pee," I told him bluntly.

He stopped his paper work sighing. In one movement I was in the air, bridle position. I let out a startled squeak and grabbed on to his shirt making fists. I felt a small chuckle vibrate off his chest. "I'm not going to drop you," he spoke, his nose nuzzling the side of my head briefly.

"I have legs you know," I told him looking longingly at the floor.

"You were in a car accident. The doctor said rest and that's what your going to do," he said lowly.

He didn't wait for a reply, walking across the office to another door. He pushed it open seeing as it was a push door to another room. Kinda like kitchen to the dinning room doors at restaurants. On the other side was to my surprise his bedroom.

For the most part everything was black or navy, all dark colors. There was the bed I assumed we had slept in last night and there was the basics of the bedroom. Two night stands on either side of the bed, some shelves with books and a T.V. With a couch and coffee table. All furniture was black. Not one for variety I guess.

He brought me to another door, reluctantly he placed me on the floor. I quickly opened the door to the bathroom and scurried in. I closed it behind me leaning against it, space. Oh glorious space and freedom. I peed and then looked up in the mirror. My hair was in need of a hair brush and well, I really just needed to freshen up in general.

I looked on the counter to find a pink bag, I opened it and found there was all the things I needed. A tooth brush, hair ties, a hairbrush and other stuff. On the bag was a sticky note that read: My Hazel.

My chest softened, but I quickly shook it off. I freshened up but then looked down at the shirt. I seriously need a change, I felt kinda revealing seeing as the black T also had a low V neck. I opened the door cautiously, peeking out.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw him leaning against the wall directly next to the door. His bottle-green eyes seeing through me and his arms crossed over his chest.
He didn't say anything so I took this opportunity," could I please have another change of clothes?" I asked quietly.

He stood up, his eyes not leaving mine for a moment. It's like he thought I would disappear if he looked away. He took off the current shirt he was wearing, I looked away shyly seeing the glory that was under it. Some one didn't miss a gym day, I could tell you that much.

He handed it out to me, " oh um... I was hoping for something clean..." I mumbled.
My words triggered a stern look from him," it smells like me. I want it on you. It was washed this morning."