Alliar

"Take off the dress." He commanded, his voice sending a shiver through my bones.

"Please." I whimpered, trying once again to push myself into the wooden post. I looked around for the final time trying to find something, some way to get myself out of this mess but there was nothing; everything I tried to use against him, he would only over power me in a second and he was well and truly blocking my exist so I couldn't run.

"I won't tell you again."

I cringed at his words and rested my head against the wood, closing my eyes tightly I put my hands behind me to grab a tight hold of the wooden post, partly to keep me from falling. This has to be a dream, just a terrible nightmare and all I had to do was to wake myself up.

I felt the firm callus touch of a hand on my collarbone, running along the small amount of exposed skin as his finger trailed around the edge of my ratted dress. This was no dream, this was the end of my life, to be taken and trashed against my will like some whore for their amusement and only to be killed when he was done with me.

His hands ran down my front, down past my breasts and stomach until both his hands grabbed hold of my hips firmly — surely leaving a deep bruise on my body. If I was going to die then I sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for him. His harsh grip sent me over the edge. I reached out and pushed him in the chest hoping to get some space between us — or bet yet, for him to fall on his ass — with all my force, only he didn't do so much as even step backwards. I knew I should have taken those strength training lessons from Arthur a little more seriously. Looking into his eyes at that moment I saw my death playing out in front of me in the black holes that were his eyes. There was no fighting him, he could over power me in a second as my pathetic shove just proved, maybe I could run? Maybe he wasn't as fast as he looked? Even if I did run I would surely be caught by the guards outside, and what then? I would be killed no doubt about it.

The question was now, did I just give up and let him have me until I could think of a plan? Or did I run now and try to escape even though I know for a sure fact that I wouldn't get far?

I didn't have time to think of my answer as my captor soon made it for me. His eyes darkened even more if that were even possible as his grip on my hips became so deathly tight that pain began shooting through my body at an alarming rate. "Ow!" I screamed as he spun me around and shoved me into the wooden post so that his hands could begin pealing my dress off me without my hands stopping him in protest.

"Don't!" I all but commanded this time, as tears sprung in my eyes and started running down my checks uncontrollably.

I could almost feel his smirk from behind me as his warm breath fanned my now exposed shoulder. Was he seriously enjoying this? One hand reached out in front of me and grabbed a hold of both my wrist before I could protest and he stretched them out over the bed making me bend a little to keep my shoulders in place.

He tugged my dress down off my body with his free hand, while his other hand firmly keeping my wrist locked together so that I couldn't move. My dress landed in a heap pile around my ankles, his forceful grip moved back to my body until he forcefully pushed me down on the bed. I moved to swing myself off the mattress and run when his hands once again grabbed hold of me — clamping around my ankles — his eyes holding a deep and threatening warning. He tugged on ankles, dragging me back to him before he climbed up onto the bed and hovered over me. I screamed as I kicked out at him but he only dug his nails into my skin, further, almost drawing blood. I clamped my knees together as he grabbed hold of my wrists and moved them above my head.

I screamed out again and kicked at him — this time actually hitting him in the lower abdomen — trying to free myself. He glared at me in anger as he registered the kicked. He pulled back for a moment and suddenly I thought that I had the upper hand — that is, until he took the dagger out of his belt and smirked at me. He brought the dagger closer to me, his skilful fingers tilted it slightly to the dim light dance along the crystal like surface. My breath seemed to leave me as I interrupted his movements. Was he going to kill me? Or simply just scaring me? Either way I was most certainly fearful. Leaning back in to me, he began running the danger along my skin, the cool tickle of the blade against my skin had me holding in my breath.

Up my centre, across the sensitive flesh of my breast and circling around my throat, he traced it. He pulled back once again, sitting back on his heels as he placed the dagger on the table beside the bed before he pulled the rest of his belt free. I was still frozen to the spot, my eyes following the dagger and carefully watching it on the table — I could reach it, but not before he could. The sudden leather feel on my wrist and the strong sting of resistants bought me back to my assailant.

He had tied my hands together and to one of the four bed post to keep me from moving — giving his hands free usage of my now totally exposed self. With a self-satisfied smirk on his over confident face his hands began to make their way down my body, purposely brushing against my curves and my skin that had never once been touched by a man.

I tried to be strong, I tried not to let him see me cry, but with his rough hands colouring my hips in bruises and his lips leaving marks all over my body as he thrusted himself into me again and again —  each time more forceful then the last — I couldn't seem to control myself. I pulled on my restraints and bit down on my bottom lip trying to stop the moans escaping from my lips and stop my traitorous body from reacting to him but it didn't help. Kneeling in between my legs his hands repositioned themselves on my waist as he lifted my body off of the bed and in to the air as slid his length into me once again making me scream out as the sharp pain once again shot through my core.

My body was building, the feeling in the pit of my stomach as my muscles clenched and tightened around his length buried deep inside me sent me over the edge. Exploding with sensation I felt my body rock as a wave of unwanted pleasure threatened to break me in two. He kept going with his assault until he found his own release and almost collapsing on top of me before his hands caught himself.

He looked down at me for a second, his eyes showing nothing — well at least nothing that I could read — while my own stared back at him, no doubt with hateful tear stained eyes. He breathed in deep before reaching up and releasing my wrists — a fact that surprised me. Maybe he wanted me to run? Maybe this was a game to him? He pulled out of me and rolled over to the other side of the bed before pulling the fur blankets over himself leaving me with nothing but a thin sheet to cover myself with. I rolled over teary eyed as I balled in on myself and covered myself in the thin sheet trying to ignore the shakes of my body either from the cold night air or the sobs that were taking hold of me.

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I opened my eyes half expecting to find my room back home at the castle but when I was confronted with the blue walls of the tent and my cold and blue naked body only half covered under the thin sheet I was given, while, my captor in question was snuggled under two warm fur blankets with a slight snore leaving his sleeping figure. I turned my head and stared at him in disgust as I watched his chest rise and fall and found myself wishing I could have a feather pillow to hold over his face and suffocate him, if only I had a pillow to commit the murder I would do it regardless of the fact that he would wake up and kill me the minute he found me, but as it seems there was only one pillow in the bed and his gigantic head had claimed it.

I narrowed my eyes as I regarded him. Shifting a little, my eyes caught on a flicker of light on his bedside draws — the dagger. Looking back at the sleeping man next to me I considered slicing his throat and smiling as I watched the blood pool out of his body. I could do it, I may not have killed anything myself but I have watched my brothers kill birds and deer's and other animals all the time, surely killing a person was no different than watching an animal, surely I could do this.

It was him or me. Or at least if I was going to die then I was going to drag him down with me.

Gaining confidence I didn't think about what I was going to do when this was over but merely the here and now. Slowly and quietly I moved my bruised body over until I was lightly straddling his hips, my weak thighs aching as I held myself just off of his body so that my weight didn't wake him. My body was covered in Goosebumps and blue form the cold weather and the deep bruises that were colouring my hips and waist with red marks all over my breasts and collar bone.

Looking back at his sleeping form I saw he was still fast asleep. Taking another breath I reached out for the dagger, carefully taking it in my hands and gripping the hilt tightly before dragging it back over to the Reaper King below me. It would be quite a story, the most feared man in all the kingdoms killed by his bed toy of the evening whilst he slept — I was sure half the country would pay for my glorified funeral as a thank you gift. I waited patiently until I heard another snore before I made my move, making sure that he was asleep I let the dagger hover over his throat, my hand freezing just above his vulnerable flesh.

I could feel the warmth radiating off him, feel his breath on my skin, the blood rushing through his veins, could I really kill him? Kill anyone for that matter? To feel as a living and breathing thing go's ultimately cold and lifeless beneath me? Yes, yes I could.

Pressing the dagger to his neck I went to slice it when a hand quickly caught my arm stopping me. Startled I looked down wide eyed until my eyes found the dark black ones staring up at me intently with... a hint of curiosity? I didn't know, he was impossible to read.

"Do it." He tempted me as he stared into my eyes. He let go of my hand and let his arms drop down by his sides as he rested into his comfortable pillow and fur blankets waiting for me to slice his throat — all the while, his eyes never left mine. I hesitated once again, it was hard while he was staring at me, waiting for me to end his life. Shaking away my hesitation I pushed the blade to his neck once again. Just as I was about to slice his throat my body was shifted and I was quickly thrown off of him and onto my back, the force of the hard feathered bed hitting my back winded me for a moment and made me somewhat light headed as I tried to recollect myself.

"You should never hesitate." His deep husky voice floated through my ears as I came back to reality. He had flipped me on my back and was now in between my legs pinning me down as one of his hands held my two wrists above my hand and the other held the dagger against my throat. "If you hesitate you die."

"Good to know, shall we try it again." The words slipped out of my mouth without a filter.

He didn't seemed pleased with my response as he pressed the blade further into my throat drawing blood and sending a sharp and rather uncomfortable pain shooting through my neck. "Careful there little Miss, you might wake up without a tongue."

I stared at him, refusing to look away like I knew I should have. If he was going to kill me then I wanted my eyes to be the last thing he saw, to forever haunt him through the rest of his days, even if the idea of death scared me and I prayed that when it did come it was painless.

"Better no tongue then to be stuck here under you!" I spat out with pure disgust. It looks like my pride has entered the picture again.

He smirked. Smirking, why is he smirking?No he should be looking murderous, not happy, why is happy? Panic suddenly began to set in. "Why thank you for letting your feelings known, I'll be sure to defile you some more before I kill you — slowly and painfully I might add." He seemed amused. What kind of man was amused by this?

I shivered at the tone in his voice and recoiled as he chuckled and slide off the bed — taking his dagger with him. I reached out for the fur blankets and quickly covered myself up as I watched him pull on his shirt and trousers, carelessly. "Where's my dress?" I asked after a brief look around the room. Where the hell could it have gone, he was asleep for the entire night, I was almost sure of it and it should be at the base of the bed where it was left.

"Now how smart of me, would it be to give you clothes?" He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression riddled with confidence. Well I was hoping you were one of those stupid men who can't perceive anything more than their next blood rush. "And besides" he continued, facing me and leaning towards me with a sinister smirk on his lips "you won't be needing clothes."

I narrowed my eyes at him before reaching for the dagger once again. He spun around quickly and pushed me back being sure to pin me up against the bed post. "Lesson number two; don't be predictable."

"Why are you giving me lessons?"

"Because your mouth is beginning to annoy me. Now try that again and I'll be killing you a lot quicker than I planned too."

"But..." I started to protest but he quickly cut me off, reaching over he grabbed hold of my chin and tilted my head up to face him, his gripped was tight and pinching me.

"If you say another word I will cut out that pretty little tongue of yours." He warned, his voice was threatening.

I licked my bottom lip quickly before biting down on it. Somehow I didn't imagine him as the type to make empty threats.

He walked away and out of the tent as he pulled his shirt down all the way and shifted it on his body so that it fit better leaving me completely alone in this cold tent.

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