Victoriously Yours,

Perilously Ambiguous

"Let go of me!" She was launched over Yisrael's shoulder. Again.

Struggling to get free but he had bound her wrists from behind with his hand so all she could was move her legs.

And she did. Kicked him hard in his flat rock solid stomach only he kept striding forward.
"If you fucking spank me again, you are going to get it. I swear to your bloody god."

He didn't say anything, kept moving until they reached another deserted area and he dropped her down on a rough rocky pallet beneath the trees covered with stocky vines.

Before she could roar at his backhanded boorish  mannerism, he forced her arms over her head and began to bind her with the burly vines to the projecting sturdy branch.

She snapped at him. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

He didn't answer her. Again. And simply walked back to go and collected a fire board that was stocked behind a bush.

As he worked, she shot a glare at him. Hating how he moved with such assurance, the sharp lift of his biceps, the way his muscles flexed.

The gold band was fizzed in reflection to the flames

River already sensed his harshness and he looked flat out pissed. He was all bent out of shape and the bastard was going to take it out on her.

After he started the fire, it crackled and finally River saw the glimpse of the barbarian's face.

Something had set him off. The spewing of darkness spread around him almost sucking out the light.

It scared and angered her both at the same time. "Untie me this instant, Yisrael! I'm not your punching bag whenever you get miffed."

"I do as I please with you."

At that moment, she felt a sudden mortification enveloping her but she tried to fight it.

"You don't tell me what to do."

Like all the predators, he prowled to her. His hand went to her chin, angling her head back with his thumb.

He grinned coldly. A chill passed through her.

"You are afraid of me. Why?"

She swallowed. "I'm n-"

"Let me stop you right there. You cannot lie to me. Don't fucking fight with me."

Her breasts were rising and falling with hectic breaths. They were both getting aroused. His shaft rising while her panties drenching.

"I want you to tell me what happened with you."

Her legs and knees wobbled, making her almost fall had it been not the bind holding her up.

"Why do you want to know? It's done."

Yisrael stared at her. The leaves above them rustled.

He was not going to let it go.

Licking her lips, she closed her eyes, nerves getting shot and those thoughts came in like a flood.

"He was my uncle." She flinched when she said the words but it was almost like memory which was on live.

"I can still feel those hands touching me in places, bruising me and I had no idea what he was doing. He called me every Friday night to read me a story. I used to sit in my pink princess bedsheets bed. I liked Belle from Beauty and the Beast."

The additional information was given because it reminded her how small she had been.

"He lied beside me and opened some story book from my dusty shelves and as he spoke, the hands came. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know what to do. I thought- I didn't think-"