Bro stood behind her, grabbing her shoulders with firm hands. "You're already here, sweetheart. There's no point."
She still struggled underneath his grip, refusing to give up. "Don't call me that." She hissed, fed up with all the pet names, why the hell was he calling her that when he most likely planned on killing her.
"You'd better learn fast that I'll call you what I want to call you and you'll like it." His grip tightened.
She turned around and spat in his face, hitting it dead center. She was good at telling where a person's face was depending how their voice sounded.
Bro growled, wiping his face and grabbing her by the throat. "You'd better fucking watch it, girly."
She gasped as his hand closed around her throat. She nodded gently, as tears started to fill her eyes again. "Please." She begged, "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I don't even know what you look like."
"Get downstairs," he growled, releasing her.
"Just let me go, please." She begged, not moving towards the stairs.
"No. Get downstairs." He pointed, all the threatening he needed in his voice.
She followed his hand with her's to see where he was pointing to. "I need some way to get down the stairs without falling." She pointed out, assuming there wasn't a railing for her to hold on to.
"Karkat."
Karkat sighed, grabbing her hand. "Hurry up, damn it."
She latched on to him knowing there was no point in fighting now. She followed him tripping as they walked down the stairs and falling into him.
Karkat stumbled a bit, catching her on the bottom step. "Fucking blind girls," he mumbled.
She leaned against him for a minute trying to regain her bearings, "It's not like I choose to be blind." She sighed, listening carefully to the acoustics of the room. It helped her know the size and general shape of the room.
He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Alright, have fun." He started back toward the stairs.
"Wait." She called out, "Can I please have a new shirt at least?" She asked softly, fingering the giant hole in the front of her shirt.
Karkat turned to her, sighing. "Am I supposed to be your slave?"
"Please." She begged managing to look him dead in the eyes when she said this, hoping it would make him feel uncomfortable and pressure him into getting her a shirt.
He stared her right back, knowing she couldn't see him but doing it to add to the threatening effect nonetheless. "No."
"Why?" She asked softly, walking over to a corner to sit in it with her back to the wall. That way no one can sneak up behind her.
"Because I'm not here to wait on you."
"But I can't go get one for myself." She sighed bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs.
"Then /deal/."
"Please." She said softly, as if she had already given up on the argument. She put her face to her knees, closing in on herself.
Karkat turned, starting up the stairs.
She listened to him as he went up the stairs, tears streaming down her face yet again.
She locked her dead eyes on the door as she heard it creak open. She was starving, it was hours since she was locked down there and she hasn't eaten since breakfast.
Karkat practically stormed down the stairs with her plate of toast and cheezits, and a bottle of water. He threw the water bottle towards her, walking with the rest of her food. "He told me to stay down here and watch you so you don't choke," he muttered, taking a seat next to her and setting the plate in front of her.
She reached around for the water bottle, it rolled away when it landed and she didn't hear where it went. She sat up and started to eat the toast with one hand while still looking for the bottle with the other. She wanted to be done eating as soon as possible, it made her nervous
to have Karkat down there with her.
Karkat stood up, kicking the water bottle back into her reach.
She grabbed it, "Thank you." She whispered before going back to eat. Both the bread and the cheezits tasted stale.
He muttered something like "No big deal," before going back to watching her eat.
She nodded and went back to eating, after a couple of minutes of blindly staring at him she put her toast down and wiped her hands clean on her shirt. "Can I feel your face?" She asked softly, reaching out towards him.
Taken by surprise somewhat, he didn't answer for a minute. "... What?"
"Can I feel your face?' She asked again. "So I can know what you look like?"
"Well why do you wanna know what I look like?" He moved back a bit.
She shrugged, "I just do, I hate not knowing what things look like. I usually can get by pretty well by sound but..."She trailed off, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Karkat looked away, not wanting to look at those stupid pleasing eyes... They were actually starting to make him melt. No, fuck no, he couldn't let that happen. "Fine. Touch me."
She nodded and slowly reached out to him, gently running her hand across his face taking in every detail. She ran her fingers over his lips and across his cheeks to his eyes, before running her fingers through his hair.
He closed his eyes, permanent scowl on his face as usual, though he had to admit that he kind of did like the touch.
"Why are you always frowning?" She asked him softly, not removing her hand from his face.
"'Cause nothing is worth smiling about," he muttered.
"Why do you say that? There is always a reason to smile." She sighed, "Even now."
"Yeah, maybe in your world of butterflies and rainbows."
She laughed, "Yeah I so live in a world of butterflies and rainbows." She traced her hand from his lips, down his neck following every curve of his chin and neck. "I just learned sitting around and sulking will never get you anywhere, so you might as well as try to look for a reason to smile."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to look for one." He snapped.
"Why not? What happened that made you so angry at the world?" She asked softly, removing her hand from his face and going back to eating again.
He growled a bit. "None of your fucking business."
She sighed, "It must have been pretty bad if you don't want to tell me. You can tell me you know, it's not like I'm going to live much longer." She sighed, guessing they were planning on killing her.
"I don't think he wants to kill you. Knowing him, he probably wants you to suffer."
She laughed dryly, "Yeah, that makes me feel so much better. But even if that's the case you can still tell me."
"No." He stood up.
"Please." She asked softly, reaching out to him, not wanting to be alone.
"I don't think so."
"Why?" She asked softly, not letting go of him. She really didn't want him to leave.
"Get off me," he muttered, shaking his arm away.
"Please don't leave." She begged him, blindly reaching out for him again.
"I have to."
"Why?" She asked. "I don't want to be alone down here."
"Sucks to suck," he muttered.
"Really? What happened to make you so angry and douche? You can't naturally by like this." She snapped back letting him go in frustration.
"Maybe I am!"
"No, I know you're not." She sighed, "No one is naturally this angry at everything. Something had to happen, just tell me. It's not like I'm going to judge you."
"Don't fucking pressure me!"
"I'm not pressuring you." She whispered, 'I just want to help you."
"Well it's too fucking late to help me, shitstain." He turned for the stairs.
"Why do you think that, you can always try to fix it." She sighed, "It's never to late."
"Shut the fuck up." Karkat opened the door.
"Okay, I will. Please don't leave me." She begged, really not wanting to be alone.
"Nope."
"Please, I know he wants to hurt me, and bad. Please don't leave me alone down here."
Karkat clenched his fists. "I don't care!"
She crawled out towards him, her eyes filling with tears as she realizes what she got herself into. "I just don't want to be alone. Please don't leave me."
"Shut the fuck up!" he shouted again, running up the stairs and slamming the door. Shit, he couldn't let the guilt get to him now. He could feel tears burning his eyes.
She jumped when she heard the door slam shut. She sat there facing the door hoping he would come back down, but after a couple of minutes of nothing, she crawled back to her corner and curled up into a ball sobbing and trembling in fear.