~Run Fast~
I.
She stumbles into the kitchen, grabbing onto someone's arm for support, but both end up tumbling to the ground with a crash.
"What they hell?" The servant shouts, gathering up the broken shards of the bowl.
The head cook pushes through the crowd that had quickly formed around them. Tooth is shaking and her eyes are huge. "What's the matter with you?" The stout woman said, pulling her up by a scrawny arm. Toothiana clings to her, her breathing heavy. Is this really happening? He… Pitch didn't just ask me to be…
She looks up to the head cook's round, plump face. "I saw him." Toothiana says.
"What?" The cook's brown eyes widen. "What did her say?" She grips Tooth's shoulder's roughly as Toothiana struggled to answer.
"He said he wanted to see me in his room tonight." The kitchen seemed to go silent. People looked at her with shocked expressions of sympathy and fear. "He said to look nice." Toothiana paused and looked up into the head cook's eyes.
"Please don't make me go." She begged, clinging to the cook's flour-covered sleeve.
"I don't think you have a choice, Tooth." The cook replied, eyes going misty as she turned Toothiana's face up to hers.
No.
II.
Toothiana twiddled her thumbs as she waited in the massive room of the Nightmare King.
Every now and then her eyes would flit to the massive bed a few feet away from the balcony that looked out over the city. The thick covers were a bright red and the wood was black.
There was a large globe sitting on a desk that Toothiana approached slowly. A few little lights glowed in various locations on its surface. What are these? Toothiana wondered, lightly tapping the cool surface.
The heavy door clicked open.
Or perhaps… it had just clicked shut.
III.
Her long dark hair hung down to her back, it was neatly brushed and she'd left behind that silly bandana. She wore a long nightgown that grazed the dark marble floor. It was plain, but then again it was probably the nicest thing that she could afford.
Her eyes watched him carefully as he crossed the room towards her. She crossed her arms over her chest and seemed to try to shrink up. He resisted the urge to frown. Instead he chuckled and reached out, pulling her arms down. She would need to learn that she couldn't hide herself from him.
She would belong to him.
He pulled her body to his; she was so short, and so small. He liked that about her.
She feels stiff against him. He frowns. She's not supposed to be this way. She needs to do exactly as he says. That's how it always is.
"Relax." He says, leaning down to drag his lips across her cheek. She shivers but he's unsure if it's out of pleasure or not.
He grips her chin in his hand and leans down to her. He presses his lips against hers and chooses to ignore the small whimper that she lets out against his lips. Instead he pulls her closer, tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue.
She seems to go limp, not reacting to anything he does. Not even when he slips his tongue past her lips. When she tries to pull away, he just holds onto her tighter.
He bites down gently on her lower lip, backing her down against the bed.
She lies limply underneath him. When he pulls back he sees her eyes are still wide open, she's staring at him. A tear slips out of her eye and rolls down her cheek, Pitch wipes it away.
He would make her happy. He needed a wife and she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. If only she would just give herself to him!
"Close your eyes." He commanded. She takes a shuddering breath and slowly closes her eyes. Pitch leans into her neck, kissing her pulse and slowly trailing down.
He uses a pale finger to unlace the front of her nightgown. Then, she moves.
IV.
Crack!
Toothiana's fist hurts more than Pitch's jaw does as she scrambles out from under him.
He grunts and gently prods at his chin. A small white object falls from his mouth and clatters to the floor. A tooth.
She scrambles for the door. It's unlocked! She forces it open, ignoring Pitch's furious snarls for her to stop.
She sprints down the hall, but he's quickly upon her. Wrapping his spindly arms around her body, he pins her against his chest. "No!" Tooth shouts raking her nails across his face, earning a pained yelp from him.
He loosens his grip and Toothiana slams her heal down on the top of his foot. He crumples to the ground. She bolts for the wall, looking for the hidden door.
Clank. The door slides open and Toothiana disappears into the darkness.
V.
Three lines burned against the Nightmare King's gray skin. "Damn." He cursed. He looked up to see the fairy-like woman was gone. He growled in fury, stumbling to his feet. "Guards!" he shouts, summoning at least twenty men from down the corridor. "I want her found." He said quickly. "Return her to me unharmed."
VI.
Toothiana gasped as she stumbled blindly back down towards the kitchens. She burst through the door and pushed her way past the pots and pans to the small room where the women slept.
She tried to be as quiet as possible as she hurriedly put her scarce belongingss in a small satchel that she pulled over her head. She fumbled for her bandana tying it as quickly as she could, trying to be as quiet as possible.
A hand gripped her shoulder, whipping her around. Toothiana gasped only to have a palm clamp down on her mouth. "Shhh." The head cook hissed.
Toothiana nodded and the cook removed her hand. "What happened?" The older woman asked desperately searching Toothiana's face.
"He tried to-" She paused and looked at the head cook.
"I know." The woman brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "but what's going on? There are guards-"
"Guards?!" Toothiana jumped to her feet quickly. "I need to get out of here-" She quickly began possible plans in her head. The gates to the outer rings would be sealed of now, but maybe if she could scale the wall-
"I'll get you out of here." The cook said solemnly.
"What?" Toothiana asked, "but if he finds out then-"
"I know." The woman replied sternly, "but you aren't the only one to try to resist Pitch's rule." Her voice softened, "There is a chance that we could all be free, yet."
Toothiana nodded gently. "Show me the way."
VII.
Toothiana sprinted across the uneven ground of the forest. She had never known woods surrounded the entire city. But there was no time for that. They were chasing her.
On snarling black mares, Pitch's guards pursued her. Snapping at her satchel and hair as she stumbled across the paths.
The head cook has shown her a small crevice in the wall, just barely big enough for Toothiana to slip through.
The older woman had barely enough time to shove a dagger into Toothiana's hand, and then she was yanked back by… something. "Run!" she shouted shrilly the moment Toothiana tried to crawl back to her rescue.
Toothiana paused, how could she just leave her there? "GO!" The woman shrieked.
Toothiana whipped around and bolted, cutting across the grass and dodging between trees.
Just as Tooth began to sprint down a steep hill she felt fingers snare in her long hair, yanking her back roughly. She shrieked in pain and grabbed for the dagger. With a jagged yanking motion she ripped the blade through her hair, setting her free.
She skittered away, running deeper into the woods.
A stitch burned in her side as she stumbled on. She heard the rush of hooves behind her.
She spared a glance just in time to see a hand stretching out to grab her.
No.
VIII.
He caught sight of her from his hiding place in the trees. He saw her slice off her own hair. He saw her run. She was quick. She was trying to escape them. "Alright, sheila," He said, crushing a cigarette under his boot. "guess I'm comin' to the rescue."
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