The Outlines

The Outlines

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I hated the blood. I hated the smell. I hated the sparring and fighting that my "job" entailed me to do. But it was normal for me. Well, when they ordered me too. Like the good little recruit I was. I sighed bitterly and looked at the dead hell-hound. I wiped the blood off on the blue midnight dress that was already ruined. I saw the mortals poking their heads out of their windows, just figuring I was a mad harlot that just got out of a scuffle. They didn't care. I sheathed my dagger under my petticoat as I sighed bitterly. I had always hated what I was, my monstrous side that put me in this life of servitude. I just shook my head and walked down the lonely streets of Boston. I smirked at the thought of my sister. She would die when she heard- I was suddenly pulled from behind. A cold hand locked around my throat, pinned my hands to my side, and with great strength pulled me into an abandoned store. I struggled with the fast pace of my attacker and cursed myself for being too slow. I kneed his shins hard. . But he was faster. He was not human. No normal mortal man could match my strength. I was just as strong as mortal man. This one was stronger. The masked man held my wrist with a tight grip and I went for my dagger. . His arm snaked around my waist as his hip pinned my body against the wall. "Who the hell are you!" I spat as I felt the attacker's hand go under my petticoats. My eyes widened as I felt his cool hand touch my thigh. I screamed and spat at him. "What the HELL are you doing-" "Always the language, Spade. What would Mary say?" His voice. My breath stilled as his hand yanked my dagger out from its sheath and his hand returned with my stained dagger in his hands. My heart sped up as my skin felt heated again. His body was pressed against mine tightly. "Beck," I gasped out as a smile crept up on his masked face. "No names, luv."
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I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

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