Fate: Diabolical

A Fine Line

His slanted smile was sexy, but his eyes were scary. He bent his knees, lowering his stance as he crossed his left foot over his right, moving in a slow circling motion around me. I mimicked his moves in turn, keeping my distance and still holding the knife out before me which shook more with each step as my weak arms struggled to support it. His gaze dropped to my quivering hands and his smirk widened

‘Don’t drop the knife little one’ he purred ‘I live by few rules, but my number one is that the minute someone turns a weapon on me, there’s no backing down. I hope you know how to use that’

His maniacal smile chilled me as I considered how mad a man would have to be to enjoy having a knife turned on him. Our steady circling had me with my back to the window. Weighing my options, I glanced towards the open door, measuring the likelihood of getting there before he caught me –

‘Thinking of running? Clever girl, that would definitely be a smart move. Go on then – why don’t you try?’ 

He dared me as his deranged chuckle filled my ears and my throbbing head. Should I do it? Could I do it? Is this all over? The shortest flash at life which began barely an hour ago? In a desperate frenzy my body chose the next step on its own as I pulled my shoulder back and threw the knife at him with everything I had left, and without stopping to check if my knife found it’s mark, I dashed for the door, my tight hamstrings burning up my legs.  A giant hand grabbed my leg and my body lurched, crashing me face-down to the ground. Screaming, I tried to kick out, but it was like the hands of children battering hopelessly against the doors of their metal cages. He caught my other foot mid kick, dragging me backwards by my ankles, the rough floor burned my skin as my fingernails clawed at the wood. He crawled up my weakly thrashing body, easily manoeuvring my jerking arms and legs and threw his full weight down on me, forcing the breath from my lungs and crushing my body flat to the floor. His right hand was now in my hair, pressing the side of my head against the wood as he laughed loudly and for a long time, sending vibrations pulsing through my body.  

Tears finally came as my face was smooshed against the floor, my cheek so distorted it forced my right eye closed. He continued to laugh heartily above me, and I waited in dread for it to stop, truly believing that my death would follow. I spared a broken-hearted thought for the family I wasn't even sure I had, and the friends who I would never get the chance to remember; for the life that would never be fulfilled, and for the woman I was… whoever you were, I hope you were happy and I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.  Slowly the laughter wound down and the weight above me breathed heavily, amusement still clear on his breath. I closed my other eye and waited for the end, feeling him moving with purpose, surely going for the killing blow. He lowered his head down beside my neck and I waited for the blade to follow… but instead, with his hot breath caressing my skin I felt something else…Did he just…? Did he just kiss my neck?! He chuckled lowly as he breathed into my ear, feeling the involuntary shiver that ran down my spine from beneath him.

‘Little alley cat’ he whispered slowly; his voice slightly cracked. The hand in my hair loosened as he started to run it through my hair, massaging my skull which his large fingers. I could feel my body ease and my throbbing head alleviated as tantalising waves took over. Mmmmm. So, battered and bruised was my poor body that it felt beautiful to be touched so intimately, as if it had been a long time since I’d felt loved or safe…. Safe? How absurd a word to use right now. But I can’t deny it, when I was apart from him I thought clearly, but now whilst so wonderfully close to me, those enticing fingers in my hair and his soft tongue gently lapping at my neck… I had a terrifying thought that he could do anything he wanted to me and I would still melt willingly under him. I moaned as his teeth gently nibbled at the lobe of my ear and that made him chuckle. Raising his hips up to give himself room, he grabbed my shoulder and span me round to face him – taking my arms immediately in his hands and putting them above my head, lowering his hips back down to rest lightly on my groin, which was growing hot. My heart skipped at seeing those eyes again, as if I had missed the feel of them on me… Our eyes locked a moment, before he lowered again to my neck with a sultry smile. I felt something deep in my core tense and retract gloriously under his soft lips. His kisses lashed at my neck, my jaw, slowly working up. My heart almost exploded in anticipation of the kiss. I craved it, I needed it! Knowing it was coming next, I closed my eyes and parted my lips with an expectant moan when –

‘You do know the door is open right?’