No Fear

Chapter Eight

Tom Pov:

Before I enter Tords office, Paul explains that you always knock and ask, "Permission to enter?" and you wait until Tord responds with, "Permission granted." before walking in.

Tord really likes control huh? He won't even let people come into his office without them asking for complete permission. It's sickening, but I guess I have to deal with it.

Paul tells me to do it on my own, I sigh in disappointment of myself, but I still oblige by knocking on the door and asking, "Permission to enter, Your Highness?"

What? Were you expecting for me to do it perfectly? Nah, I'm going to have to tease him a little bit while I'm here. After all, he's still my archenemy.

Tord obviously knows it's me by the fact he says, "Permission Granted, Thomas." I turn to say goodbye to Paul, but he's already out of sight.

I deeply sigh before opening the door. I see Tord looking at me with a odd look, but I ignore it as I close the door behind me.

Tord smirks slightly when he says, "You've always had a good fashion sense Tom."

"Thanks," I say, coldly.

"Take a seat," Tord motions to a comfortable looking dinner chair, I'm just wondering why the hell he'd have a dinner chair as a seat for the guests.

I silently take a seat and Tord starts to talk again, "I assume Paul told you you're here to hear the rules."

"Yep-ah," I say with subtle rudeness. I'm in his base right now so I can't be too disrespectful or he might actually do something to me, and there's several things he could do to me...

"First rule, constant permission. This base runs on my permission, it goes as far as if you want to speak, you get my permission." I hold back a groan as I cringe, he really is a controlling bitch... well all communists are like that anyway, but still.

I reply with a head nod, I'm trying so hard to stay quiet. I have to be respectful or I'll never reach the higher ranks. But the fact that I hate him with all my being makes it hard.

"Second rule, you follow all commands from the ranks higher than you, especially me," Tord continues. I fucking hate that rule, I used to be the one giving orders, now I have to fucking take orders from psychopaths?!

I lower my head, I bite my bottom lip harshly to keep back my urge to cuss him the fuck out and I furrow my eyebrows. I'm starting to get pissed, I just hate the thought of taking orders from any communist bastard.

"Third rule, don't die," Tord simply says.

I can't help but mumble, "No shit Sherlock."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Red Leader,"

"Never talk back to me, consider that another rule," Tord stands up and begins to walk around his desk, I panic slightly.

The fact that worries me is if I make one wrong move I could die from either Tords gun or his many soldiers. I know I could beat Tord in a fight, but fighting a hundred soldiers without a weapon is ridiculous.

Tord walks behind me and slides his fingertips across my shoulders, I shiver from this and I lower my head further. Tord then stands in front of me and commands, "Stand up."

I manage to fight my urge to disobey him, I ignore my independence and stand up. But I keep my head down, I really don't want to look at him.

Tord places his thumb on the top of my chin and the knuckle of his index finger below it, he slowly lifts my head to look at him. Fuck...

"Just pretend you enjoy this, that's a order," Tord says in a commanding but somehow soft voice.

Tord lowers his face to mine and presses his lips softly onto mine, why did he have to say it was a order. Now I have to pretend I like it...

He slides his hands on to my hips and I hesitantly wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back. I fucking hate this, I'll never love this.. I fucking swear on it.

It becomes rather passionate when it turns into a open mouth kiss, I tightly squeeze my eyes closed and I make my hands behind his neck into tight fists. I make a loud noise of surprise when he shoves his tongue into my mouth out of nowhere, my head slightly gets pushed back from him pushing it into my mouth with such force. I grip his hair as he forces my tongue to touch his, he keeps playing with it like a fucking popsicle or something.

He surprises me again by pushing me against his desk, he lifts me on to it and lays me down on it, he stands between my legs.

He pulls back from the kiss and saliva connects our lips, we both pant intensely and look into each others eyes. I flinch when he slides his hand under the overcoat and turtleneck, but before he can go further I take both my hands and weakly hold his hand to tell him to stop, he actually stops and looks at me.

I begin to plead with tears in my eyes, "P-please don't Tor- R-Red Leader.. I.. I'm not ready for that.. P-please d-don't..." Those pleads are completely real, I'm really pleading for him to not go any further. I'm sincerely scared for him to go any further, which he seems to know since his eyes widen.

"Tom.. are you.." I look up at him with pure fear, he surprisingly shuts up.

"P-please... Red L-Leader... Don't do it.."

He looks down at me silently for a few seconds before whispering to me, "I won't."

Doesn't he want to see me scared? Doesn't he want to see me cry? But if he really did, wouldn't he have done what he almost did? Why is he being kind when he has the opportunity to see me suffer?

After that, Tord personally escorts me to the bunkbeds again and orders Paul to wake me up tomorrow and show me around instead.