"Well?"
He blinked, seeing her blindfold was off. How'd she get it off? He shook his head. There were more important things to attend to. Her blindfold could wait. His hands traveled down to her waist where both her hands were bound together by part of her torn shirt laced with Antidote X. He glanced hungrily at her bare, flat stomach, gaze floating up to her chest that was hidden from him by a layer of green cotton.
A growl erupted from her throat as one of his hands slid down her thigh.
"Who do you think you are?"
He very well knew the answer to that as of now. He was her master for now while she is his prisoner. For all he knew, he was God right now in the little confinement. Nothing less than that. His one hand still on her waist slid down to her other thigh. She was ready, she was always ready, so there was no need to question his actions. But still, another low growl came from her throat, her eyes glowering.
"You're not going to live long enough to enjoy any of this. You have no idea who am I if you think you're going to live."
He almost chuckled, but he held it back. She was threatening him, adorable! His hands went to her belt, and he slowly slid out one end from the buckle, just to tease her. It worked. Another growl came from her, and her hands raised to try to hit him. He simply pushed her hands back down, keeping one hand holding them down as he sild out her belt. She squirmed a bit to try to make him release his grip, but to no success. When she failed, she groaned and hissed at him.
"Do you know what I can do to you once I'm out of these bonds? What do you think I am? Some sort of toy?"
He paused for a moment. That was a hard question. What is she? Obviously, she was Buttercup, but what is she? His forest green gaze scanned her. She was beautiful, that's for sure. Flawless, ivory skin, short, silky, onyx hair, bright, mint-green eyes, and a hourglass body. But that would describe many other girls and besides, she was suppose to be a perfect little girl.
She was strong too. Even though her blood now has Antidote X tainting it, he found it slightly difficult to keep her bounded hands down from hitting him. Thank God her legs were strapped down or else major damage would have already been done. But strong wasn't something uncommon for someone like her.
So what else could she be?
A smirk curled his lips as the answer came to mind. It was so obvious. Because as of now, while she is in his captives, there is only one word to describe who she is. She wasn't some sort of toy, she was a bit more than that.
"No, my dear, you're mine."
A/N: Purposely short, and purposely a cliffhanger (partially). LATE New Year's gift. :) Questions, comments, concerns? Reviews? :3