Disney Genderbend

Paal (Pocahontas - Pocahontas) Chapter 3

Cold, tired, and weak from the blow you were given to the head, you woke up nauseated and dizzy in a setting very unfamiliar to you. It was hard for you to see exactly where you were once your vision began to clear because the only thing illuminating the space around you were dim lanterns that lined the walls.

However, they in fact could not hide the cloaked figure that was slowly walking towards you. And every second that they got closer, your heart would beat faster and faster.

"Who a-are you? W-What do you w-want from me?" You asked the figure as they drew ever so near.

You had tried to move, but you were bound to a wooden chair in the middle of the room with your own arms tied to the armrests and your chest tied to the back. You watched in horror as a hand that was hiding inside of the figures cloak, reaches out towards you causing you to flinch and draw away from it as you closed your eyes ever so tightly.

When you felt something brush lightly against your cheek, your eyes slowly began to open. The figure's face, which was now directly in front of yours was hidden by the hood of his cloak. You were trying to make out his features but could only see his mouth and chin.

However, just that tiny bit of exposure frightened you because of what was on the figure's chin. There right in the center was a birth mark in the shape of a crescent moon.

You only knew of one person in the entire world who had such a birth mark and soon the figures touch became cold to your skin as your body began to shake in fear. You knew too well who the person in front of you was, but your theory only proved to be even more correct after he began to speak.

"Heh, there's nothing to be afraid of, little (y/n). Be a good boy/girl and I promise to not hurt you~" Just the sound of his voice made you feel even more sick than you already were.

"H-How did y-you get here, Clark?" You asked with loathing, but the shaking made you stammer your words a bit.

Which was something you absolutely, positively hated above anything else.

You hated not being in control of your body at times like this and the fact that Clark had this power over you made you hate it even more.

His laugh was cruel and devilish to your ears as he pushes the hood back from his head and stands in front of you in all his evil glory.

"Did you actually think that you could get away from me so easily? I mean come on, John is smart, but he isn't smart enough to know not to get drunk at the pub the night before your about to leave. He has a loud mouth when he's drunk, always has and always will. A few of my associates heard your sorry excuse for a brother pour hi is heart and soul out to the female bartender before he walked home in a drunken daze, his best friend Marlo helping him along the way. You know he should be more careful with the certain information, it could always end up in the wrong hands." Clark says rolling his eyes at the story he tells you.

You remembered that night very clearly. It was raining by the time Marlo brought John home and he had even told you what John had done. However, it never occurred to you that the information could possibly be leaked to Clark. But now that you think about it, what he said did make sense.

Clark's father was one of the wealthiest business men in England and his reputation of being a good man was true in its word. But three day's after Clark's eighteenth birthday, Clark's father died and he ultimately inherited the company and gained control of everything.

His mother had hoped that by becoming the head of the company, Clark's attitude and personality would become much more mature and serious. Unfortunately for her, she was dead wrong in so many ways. In fact he became even worse over time, which is what lead him to set his sights on you alone and caused him to pursue you, even though he knew it was entirely wrong to do so.