AXEL

Precautions

Axel wrapped his hands around Kit's wrists and curled his fingers to pinch her skin. His harsh touch bit down on her flesh like the tight cuffs circling her wrists. A trail of blood ran down the side of his forehead, clumping in his eyebrow and she pulled on his tie, noticing how it matched the colour of his small wound. The tie slipped through her fingers, the smooth silk gliding off her skin as she tried to keep her grip on it. She could never seem to get a grip on anything in life.

They were bruised skin and torn egos. A hurricane of bodies rolling around on the floor to gain the upper hand. She threw her arms out, taking any chance to hit back at him and her hand dove through the barriers of his arm to dig her thumb into his eye. Axel flinched at her attack, his forehead crashing into hers and they both froze at the pain splitting through their skulls.

Axel leant back in a daze and Kit's legs lifted up to latch onto his shoulders, her knees bending to wrap her thighs around his neck. She pressed her palms flat against the floor and lifted her lower back up to pull him closer.

"Enough!" Axel yelled trying to break free. She tightened her muscles, the vein in his neck bulging and turning him a shade of light red. A smile stretched out on her lips at the sight of his dilemma.

Kit was like a snake, her legs wrapping around him like a predator catching its prey. Her smile as sharp as the blade she called a tongue.

His body shook furiously, saliva bubbling around his mouth and dripping down his chin like a rabid animal. His fingers sunk into her thighs as he lifted her off the ground and slammed her back down to the tiled floor. He stumbled to stand and massaged his throat, breathing in the air greedily.

Kit's yelp of pain reminded him of a wounded dog. She scooted away from him as he put himself back together. He had a habit of smoothing the creases out of his crisp shirt or straightening his silk tie.

Axel grabbed her ankle before she could escape and she fell to the ground once again, her cuffed hands stretching out to steady herself. She clawed away at the floor, her nails catching on the grooves of each tile as he dragged her out of the room. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her haunted screams echoing through the corridor and her fists pounded against the concrete when they entered the garage.

He dropped her ankle carelessly, her knee smacking into the concrete first and her boot bouncing back as she tried to kick him. He placed his shoe on the small of her back and pressed down to keep her in her place.

A deep low growl shook from the back of her throat as she tried to unpin herself. She could see the car from where she laid, the open trunk taunting her and welcoming her like an old friend. She wondered how many bodies had shared that space before her.

"I'm going to rip you to shreds," she spat out like venom dripping from her tongue.

"Now, now little bird. Behave." He laughed off the threat and pulled her up by the back of her jumper. The yellow yarn of the jumper complimented her olive skin tone but clashed with her fiery red hair.

"No." She snapped slapping his hands off of her arms as he forced her into the trunk. She clung to the fabric of his overcoat to stop herself from falling in, her nails pinching his arm and he tried not to flinch. Her green eyes swam with tears that she dared not to shed, she wouldn't spill anymore for him when he wasn't easily swayed. How could she kill someone that was already dead? It was as if he couldn't detect human emotions.

Axel treated the human mind like an equation, paying close attention to body language and speech. Were they emotionally driven or did they make calculated decisions? Kit was a master manipulator, she played on her fear and used it to disguise herself as the victim when she was, in fact, the threat.