Ginger's Heart 01: Body Heat [1st draft]

Chapter 10

Ginger only had a moment to think as Toby flashed them, some how, into a dimly lit room with a rumpled bed. He lifted her rather easily and tossed her carelessly on to it.

"You can't say no now," he growled, practically glowing with a fluorescent light.

Maybe this was something that happened with every horny fairy. It was pretty fucked up if they all turned into lightening bugs when turned on, definitely a mood killer, for her anyway, but she didn't let it show as she tried to go for the weapon inside her coat. It had to at least incapacitate him for a bit, long enough for her to cut his head of with her knife. It wasn't easy, but she'd done it before with one of the witches. Anyone would die if they lost their head and if that didn't work they'd definitely be goners once she carved out the heart.

"Well, I'm saying no. This whole glowing thing, is it limited to you?" Ginger asked smoothly, propping herself up on her elbows.

She cringed as the smell of sex permeated off the sheets. She'd been around Bubba too long to not know what that smell was.

"Dude, you could've at least washed the sheets. You sleep here too."

"Actually I don't. No one knows about this room. This is just where I take my ladies," he whispered, crawling up to her.

Ginger had to admit as creepy as this was, he looked pretty hot advancing on her. She felt that burning twinge between her legs again. Seriously? Come on, get it together! She consoled herself. This guy is a creep and beyond that steals girls to rape them and she was getting a burn. Please!

"So basically you bring underage girls here to rape them?"

Toby licked his lips as he loomed over her. She felt his hand slide up her thigh just as her hand finally grasped the hilt of her knife. Her choice location would clearly have to change for her weapon.

"Basically, of course most think they're saying yes, but for some reason my 'wiles' aren't working on you. What are you? Clearly you're not human."

"Wrong. I'm human. Maybe you're getting rusty."

His shout of laughter almost made Ginger's hand slip from pulling the knife out. She really needed to become more professional. She watched as he shook, his head thrown back, realizing this was the opportunity she needed only a little to late as his sparkling eyes dropped back down to her blue ones.

"I do not get rusty pet. I don't usually enjoy what physically forcing entails, but I can't pass you up. I might even decide to eat you. Haven't had flesh in so long."

"Oh? You're a murderer too?" Ginger asked, hoping to catch him off guard so she could shove the now free knife into his heart.

That got him, just as she suspected it would. He paused, pulled backwards, frowning, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion as he searched her face for any sign that she was playing. "Too? What do you mean too?"

She leapt to her knees, but knew she wouldn't have enough time actually get him, so she played it off as sexual enthusiasm as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, knife in her right hand. "I'm kidding," she whispered into his ear, biting his lobe gently. "Just please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want."

She squealed slightly as his hands harshly gripped her ass pushing her into him. Ginger knew then she'd completely brought him back to his horny ways. He would think her next move was to further the sex escapades, but in realty it was her trusty knife slicing into his back, going between his ribcage to his heart.