Confessions of a Wanton

15 Does this smell like chlorophorm?

🎶 Sold me - Seether 🎶

I'm frozen. I can't move. He's sitting on my suitcase. Looking ready to kill. The bundle of clothes in my hands dropped to the floor.

What do I do?

Silver eyes flashed to the bite in my neck. I shiver as his lip curled. I don't think he's ever looked at me like I'm repulsive before. Why does that bother me?

I can hear Damien and Mabel laughing beyond the door behind me. Damiens laughter is a balm to my soul.

"Get dressed." He threw my clothes at me. They hit me square in the chest and I barely get it together in time to grab them before they fall.

He's staring at me. Waiting.

I guess he won't kill me naked? Should I stall? Scream? No. Killian may try to kill Damien. And Mabel is here. I don't want to get her hurt.
I stare at the clothes he's chosen. Jeans, tshirt, bra, even a pair of socks. I don't think I'd ever wanted to wear underwear more in my life.

He scoffed. "Hurry up Char, your window of opportunity to escape is closing." Escape? From him? Or Damien? Either way I quickly pull on the clothes he gave me.

Escape sounds good.

Clothes will help me think. Enough to escape from him.

Maybe even kill him?

I don't think I can right now. Killian can hit me, he's faster than the guys I fought last night. I would make a sound and Damien would come running.

Possibly to his death.

He looked away from me as I put the socks on, holding up the curtain to look outside, by lifting from the middle. Sunlight streamed in through the crack.

His eyes looked even more silver in the light. Reflective.

I grab a phone from the pile I'd dropped on the floor turning away from him as I pretend to be slow with my socks.

Shit I'd picked up Damiens phone. They looked the same.

"Let's go." He's right behind me, I didn't hear him move from the window. I don't get it. I can't smell him, I can't hear him. I've never had that problem before.

He reached around me, handing me a pair of shoes. I pocket the phone, not before flipping the tiny switch on the side to silence it. If Killian had wanted me not to have it he'd have told me to drop it. He thinks it's mine. I'm going to have to roll with it. By flipping on silent, any sounds that may occur that I may not have chosen won't tip him off on what I'm doing.

He knows I won't contact anyone for help against him. I know they would die. He knows that I know that. I'm no fool. But a phone can be a lifeline.

I don't know where I'm going. I don't know if he's planning on killing me when I get there. I need a plan.

I slip the off brand sneakers onto my feet sitting on the floor to do so. He's watching me the whole time. I can't betray any emotion here. I need to be like steel.

Like I was before Damien marked me.

I stood up, following as he motioned me to the doors, he waited standing to the side for me to get in front of him. I lifted the curtain. Hands clenching so tight I'm drawing blood.

I look outside. The sun is shining brightly, as if my inner turmoil isn't wreaking havoc on my entire psyche. I don't want to leave. I slide open the door.

To keep them safe, I have to leave with Killian.

There's a knock on the door. The one leading into the bedroom. I can smell Damien on the other side, hear Mabel breathing behind him. Killian lifts a brow at me. Holding out a hand.

"Char, are you ok?" The knob is turning.

Damien. My heart clenches.

I grab Killians hand and suddenly, I can smell him. The familiar scent like a blow to my senses. I'm momentarily immobilized as he throws me over his shoulder quicker than I can blink and is running out the door.

I hear Damien roar. Behind us. I look up just as we hit the tree line. I don't know how we got there so fast. A few seconds ago we were in the room.

Damiens face is furious, staring right at me. I can only hope that he can feel how much I don't want this. I'm even more scared that he does feel it.

We're running through the woods now. I don't know how Killian is dodging trees, going this fast. If I'd have tried it myself I'd have tripped by now. I can hear Damien running behind us. A surge of hope streams through me.

We can end this with Killian now.

As if sensing my thoughts Killian held me tighter to him. Before grabbing my waist and tossing me forward. Like I'm not some 160 pound woman, made of flesh and bones. Like he's not running at a breakneck speed through the woods. He tossed me like he'd toss a rag doll.

I hit something, hard, with my back. The breathe knocked out of me. I can't even react as a pair of beefy arms wrap around me. Vice like as the person they belong to pivots away from Killian to start running.

Killian has stopped. He's smiling. It's a chilling smile. "Take her home."

I look up at my new captor to see the man I'd knocked unconscious the night previous. Why the hell hadn't I killed him?

We cleared the tree line. I'm so stunned by recent events it's making me slow. Slow gets you killed. Before I can hit him he's leaping. Curling down around me. Protective. Right through the open doors of a large vehicle.

I hear the door slam and feel the vehicle lurch. I begin to panic. I'm being fucking kidnapped!

Damien and Killian are still in the woods.

Together.

I open my mouth to yell for help, when a cloth is placed over my face. I'm being pinned down by someone heavy. I can't move.

The world goes black.

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