Gore: Winterwidow

Chapter 15: Jilt

James's face was pinned down and something was placed over his mouth. It was cold and hard and the vampire realized they were putting a dog muzzle on him. Out of all the most mortifying and demeaning things to do to someone, it was this. But the vampire had other priorities and kept struggling with more snarls and hisses.

He desperately tried to find Natasha with his eyes and saw that she was being held by none other than Davis who was smirking triumphantly at Barnes. Natasha scratched and bit like a feral cat trying to escape his grasp, but it did little to nothing to him and he barely seemed to notice.

"Well, well. Looks like you lose again, don't you, freak?" he chuckled and only infuriated the smaller vampire more. "Face it. You're always going to lose, and look what prize I win this time..." He gave the ginger a squeeze and made her yelp in pain. "I'm gonna get used to that sound-"

"Don't you dare touch her, you bastard!!" James barked and grunted as he was torn up but still held tight and painfully by these two oversized thugs. "I'll kill you, you hear me! I'm gonna kill you!!"

That only made Davis laugh hysterically and his mindless men followed his example and guffawed as well. Natasha whimpered and kept trying to fight the ravenette's hold, but it was no use, he was just too big and strong.

"David isn't gonna beat his Goliath this time, freak," the large man grinned evilly and walked over to where James was being held.

Natasha was painfully close now and he leaned out desperately for her, his crimson eyes widening hopefully. But the ginger just looked away which made Barnes falter slightly. Was she upset that he couldn't protect her...?

"N-Natasha, please..." he whispered but then Davis's fist came out of nowhere and backhanded him into the two dumbasses holding him- wait, dumbass- Steve!! If he could just get his phone, perhaps there was a way out of here after all...

"See? Even your own girl is disappointed in you," Davis hummed and grabbed her breathtaking face roughly, having her turn to look up to him forcefully. "What do you have to say for yourself, you little princess..."

Natasha's face grew into a weak sort of defeat and she scrunched up her nose as Davis's brutish force seemed to disgust her. She then shared a look with James that seemed to have some sort of secret meaning behind it. The vampire wanted to say a thousand things to her, but then the glance was broken as Davis's grip tightened and threatened to crack her delicate marble features.

James couldn't take it anymore and he lunged at "Dickhead" with a snarl and a hiss, but was quickly forced onto his knees by a kick in the gut. Not Natasha... no please, kill him instead, kill him instead! Oh, this was all his fault! If he had just dumped that stupid, slippery woman, Lanna, then Natasha might be safe in his arms tonight. Human and soft. Her life wouldn't be one long open page with no beginning or end in words. There would be names and faces to remember on the pages and chapters of her life, including his. But now it was his and only his that he could see. The only name on the page was his, and the only page with a name was her life. Her life belonged to him, no matter how much he didn't want it.

Natasha winced as James was hit, but remained calm. Whatever she was planning, James didn't like it... If it involved her suffering, he would rather have his head torn off than watch it happen!!

"I'd say do what you want, but is it really necessary to hurt him?" the ginger hummed as if she didn't care and James gazed at her with an admonishing gaze. What was she going to do...?

"And what's that supposed to mean? I thought it would be suffering for you as well to watch this-" Davis swept his giraffe leg forward and crushed it against James's skull, causing him to what felt like breaking his neck, but somehow he was still alive, even from the crushing blow.