Cherry Bite

Cherrybite- Miss forbidden 11

Nate <8bite

"I don't think you're really getting this"

Nate swallowed. No she was attempting not to, she didn't want to accept what he was saying. She didn't want to acknowledge that it wasn't a proposal that she had a choice in. It was him telling her what was happening, he'd just been aspiring to do it in a more pleasant manor.

She'd taken what she'd seen as an opportunity to make everything seem lighter. Like making a charge for murder seem more like attempted murder. For the moment though this was manslaughter. It'd already happened. From how frustrated he was getting over her if she kept subconsciously taunting him maybe she'd get her murder charge.

He rose to his feet and she straightened up behind her chair clutching it tightly.

"But maybe actions really do speak louder than words."

Perhaps she'd already said too much...

The way in which he'd been looking at her in an icy silence hadn't exactly warmed pleasant thoughts. His fist rose and her muscles jared an inch in response. When she realised he only wanted to check his watch her abdominal softened but she felt cold sweat trickle down her spine leading to an unpleasant sensation and her anxiety never having left her was wrapping itself tight around her chest once again.

He offered her to make herself at home but she wasnt listening, she was watching his expression, his face, his attitude towards her. It was dark. He was dark. Everything was dark and sinister again, no light smiles, no attempts at pleasant there was nothing pleasant about the way he invited her to take a rest. It was a facade. This whole make yourself at home nonsense was a pretense, it being Julian's fault she was here, this place being safe...suggesting he was safer than the average crowd up there. She'd rather have the average crowd ignorance then one persons attention.

He was moving towards where he'd glanced before and she turned to watch him wearily. That was the way out and he wasn't hiding it...so where must they be in the middle of no where?

She wasn't gagged and there was no attempt to conceal their voices so they had to be somewhere that no one could here. She'd only been out for a few hours- they couldn't be too far from the cinema but far enough.

Nate strained to think of a place she knew of that matched the information she'd scavenged so far but it was difficult to think under pressure and even then she doubted this guy would pick someone obvious. If she were practiced in this she'd think long and hard about where to take people. Nate felt her complexion pale.

"I'm gonna go see if I can get something that'll...make you see the light."

"Get something- what..." she murmured her eyebrows furrowing at the idea of him getting anything unknown but he was leaving and she couldn't follow. For all she knew he might want her to, but he'd given her a valid reason to rest maybe he wanted her to sleep, could it have something to do with what he was getting.

She stumbled towards what she realised was a trap door her face drawn tight to check he'd really gone. Nate panicked. She didn't want him to get something. She understood the situation now she really had. Nate didn't want to make him anymore impassioned then he already was- impassive was better! Nate turned on the room and turned wild.

She threw herself into the fridge her hands grabbing at everything on the shelves looking for something and came away with nothing. She funnelled through books, flicking pages thick with dust barely registering the contents. Nate went about rummaging through the entire area- everything that stood obvious to the eyes sight she tore into it. She glanced left taking a breath to think to notice the door, shady and hidden by a steel rack. She tugged at it and the metal screeched an inch. She abandoned it. This place was thought out.