-Oswald Cobblepot-
She was sitting over at the bar drinking the usual, a gin and tonic. She was so beautiful with her long jet black hair and her emerald green eyes. She would come to the club often which was nice because I loved watching her. I had a plan. I wanted to take her soon. I wanted to make her mine, plain and simple. I watched as she smiled at the bartender, asking for another drink. I sat down at one of the booths thinking about how I was going to kidnap her tonight before she left the club. I then looked up and smirked, I knew exactly how I was going to get her. I'll use the end of my of my gun to knock her out.
That was when I noticed her staring at me. I wasn't sure what to make of this but the fact she noticed me made my heart race. I looked down at the table trying to calm myself. She was just so beautiful and she made me want to extremely dirty things. I craved her. I wanted to run my hands down her, to enjoy every inch of her soft skin on my fingers. I wanted to make her feel like she's a princess by worshiping her body, giving it smalls kisses. But at the same time, I wanted to show her who's boss. I'd make her scream my name. I thought about her laying in my bed under my control with me straddling her with those beautiful eyes looking at me as I...my thoughts were interrupted when I heard her say goodbye to the bartender. This was my chance. I quickly stood up from my booth and limped my way to the door to catch up to her. As I walked out I watched her walk a little ways down the street and began to follow her.
-Raven-
As I walked home I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me. I stopped and looked around but all I saw were cars passing by and the occasional passerby. I had just shrugged the feeling off and began to walk again when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in back of my head. Everything went black...
I awoke with a jolt, blinking a few times to get my vision back in place. This was not my room. I tried to move but found I was strapped to a chair and began to panic and struggle even more.
"Let me go!" I screamed out as I kept tugging the straps around my wrists.
Receiving no answer, I looked around the room. It was rather cozy, with a fire going, and candles lit which made the atmosphere somewhat relaxing. The curtains were closed to block the outside world, and there was a nice long table by the fireplace where a glass of red wine was sitting. If I wasn't kept captive I would be enjoying this, but because I was captive, I really wanted to get away from here. I heard a movement to my right and turned my head to follow it. There, in the doorway stood the king of Gotham, smirking at me.
"Hello. I apologize for keeping you restrained, but it's for my safety and to make sure you don't try to run." he said, his voice a bit raspy.
I glared at him not responding.
"Don't you ignore me!" he growled.
"What do you even want with me?" I asked trying to keep calm.
"That, my dear is a question with such a simple answer. I want you." He smiled.
That was it? He went through the trouble of kidnapping me because he wanted me?
"I want you to be mine. You will be obeying my every command. Please understand because if you don't it won't be pretty." he ran his fingers through his spiked black hair, making my heart skip a beat.
I watched as he walked over to me with those menacing blue eyes of his staring at me. I felt my heart race as I struggled even more to get out of the chair but I couldn't.
"Leave me alone! I would very much like to go home and forget this whole thing! And as for you, Mr. Cobblepot, I don't want to be yours. I belong to myself thank you very much! " Of course, this was all a huge lie, but he couldn't know that, could he?
To be honest the only reason I went to his nightclub was because I loved watching him whenever he wasn't paying attention. I loved the way he would get things done when something came up. I loved his spiked black hair, those crystal blue eyes that just took your breath away. I also loved the cute little limp he had whenever he walked and those fancy suits he would wear that fit his body so well.
The way he looked when i said that it was like I threw a dagger at him. It made me regret saying it. It... it made me want to tell him the truth... I lowered my eyes, sadly and said, "I'm sorry. That was really cruel of me to say. It was a lie anyway. I'm not usually known for lying. I do want you Mr. Cobblepot. From the moment, I first laid eyes on you!" When I looked back up, he was smiling again. God how I loved his smile... He pulled out a small knife, making me flinch, but instead of trying to hurt me, he cut the ropes binding me to the chair.
I slowly stood, rubbing my rope burned wrists, looking into his eyes.
"I'm glad to hear that." He said proudly.
"You knew? How?" I asked him quietly.
"Of course, I knew. You coming to my nightclub so often made it easy to tell. And then the fact that you would watch me all night when you thought i wasn't looking. Oh yes, I noticed you sitting there at the bar, drinking your gin and tonic and running those beautiful eyes of yours all over me." He ran his fingers down my chest slowly, making my heart race and i bit my lip, trying to calm myself.
"The thing is, Mr Cobblepot, I will not be your slave. As much as I'd love to be yours, I don't listen to people like you." I smirked at him watching as he glared at me now.
"Then I guess you are in for a treat when you don't listen to me." He laughed.
"Nothing you can do will break me." I snapped at him.
I had apparently driven him to his breaking point. Before I knew it, my back was pressed up against his chest, the blade of his knife at my throat. I gasped and stilled before slowly lowering his arm and turning to face him. His eyes were icy and full of rage and his nostrils were flaring from his heavy breathing, trying to calm himself.
"We will definitely see about that then, Raven, is it?" He slid the blade down my chest. The cool metal felt nice against my skin.
I tried to speak but nothing came out. I watched as he slid the knife around and I heard the tear of fabric. I looked down to see he was cutting my shirt open. I wasn't sure what to make of this. I was stuck between panicking and finding it really arousing.
"Don't worry, I don't plan to hurt you." He said staring at my exposed chest as he licked his lips. "Oh, and please call me Oswald." I tried to back away from him, but my body wouldn't move.
"If you want me to let you go, I want you to promise me something." He looked into my eyes, running his hands up mu sides, lightly, making my breath catch.
"O-Okay...W-What is i-it?" I stumbled over my words.
"If I let you go, you are to promise me you won't run away or try to attack me. Understand?" I gave him a nod and promised him I wouldn't run away or hurt him. "Don't get cozy." He reached for me and pulled me close to him.
-Oswald Cobblepot-
"One more thing. if you don't listen to me, I'll kill your father." I said with a wicked smile.
"Oh yeah, because blackmailing someone definitely puts them in a good mood or arouses them" She said sarcastically.
"I'm doing it because I know you'll listen to me, so it won't happen." I growled.
She didn't say anything. When I looked down at her again, there were silent tears running down her cheeks. I had no idea how to deal with a crying woman.
I put my finger under her chin and lifted her head towards me. I felt hurt by this, but I wasn't going to let it get to me, not one bit. But I couldn't help it. How could I treat such a beautiful girl like her as my slave? No Oswald, don't let her get to you. I said to myself you want to show her who runs Gotham, you are the king and you will do what you want.
"Stop crying." I ordered.
Only she didn't. If anything, she began to cry harder.
"Stop it!" I barked out.
How was I supposed to have any fun with her if she wasn't going to stop crying? I sighed and kept her close to me I ran my hands down her back forgetting she didn't have a shirt anymore. loved the way she smelled though, it was like heaven. I nuzzled her shoulder, trying to calm her down. I closed my eyes taking in her scent. I couldn't help it she was amazing. She made me feel weak but I wasn't going to show this to her, I'm the king of Gotham and she will obey me. I waited until she settled down but I couldn't get myself to do anything with her. I took my suit jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes all puffy and red from crying.
"Let's head back to my place so you can get some rest." I picked her up and called for my car to be brought to me.
I scowled at myself for showing her mercy but promised myself that tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow I won't show her any mercy.
