Chapter four-Razor sharp edges

As quickly as he moved away, she was right there, coming in closer. He could feel her cold breath against his skin. Still moving away from her, he realized he had little space to go as the chain became taunt on his ankle. Finally he felt her hand on his chest as she pushed him back down hard on the mattress. He found himself looking back at the ceiling again, right where he started.

"Now, I'll have to teach you a lesson," came a threat as she came into view. Her dark features were hard to make out while her pale skin was almost the only evidence of her in this darkness. She was almost hovering over him. It was clear, she was enjoying herself, making him feel so helpless. There was the sensation of something sharp on his left arm now. It felt like a knife being dragged across his skin, starting at his wrist and going up past his elbow. Slowly the sensation made it's way up. He realized it was the tip of one of her extended nails. The tip of it reached his shoulder, to the smaller cut he had received earlier that night. Inhaling sharply, he noticed how his reaction brought a grin to her face. "Do you see now Fullmetal, how we have all the control? We decide everything." Nodding quickly, he was trying not to shake so much under her weight. "Good, don't forget that." Her voice came out almost like a whisper as she started to bring her razor sharp edge down into his wound. He started to yell out when her other hand covered his mouth. Leaning into his ear, she hushed him like he was a small child. "Shhh, there's no reason for that." He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pain, but once she realized it was starting to become dull, she dug in deeper, getting another scream from him.

Satisfied, she released his mouth and removed her nail. Breathing hard he could only hope she was finished making him pay. A warm trickle of blood moved down his arm as his cut was now reopened. He watched her shift her weight, bringing her face closer to his arm. There was a sudden wet sensation as she licked up the blood. He tried to move his arm away but she held him there. Moving her mouth up to his cut, she pushed her tongue more against his injury.

"Ss..stop that." It sounded like a plea more then a demand. She moved her mouth up his neck, pressing her entire body against his. Edward could feel his face turning red from embarrassment as he felt her breasts push up against his chest. "Um...ah" She moved farther, reaching his ear.

"I don't think you can afford to loose any more blood." Letting out the breath he was holding, all Ed could do was remain where he was. He closed his eyes, hoping she would stop soon. Her hands roamed all over his body, making him more rigid and uncomfortable. At any point she could injure him again and he didn't like her touching him. She was bringing out a reaction in him that he tried to fight. Maybe it was because he had never been so close to a women or had ever had this much contact with one. Whatever the reason he had to calm himself down, not wanting her to find another weakness. Pulling up some from him ,she regarded his facial expression and pouted in response. "What's the matter, don't you like me." Her tone sounding almost innocent.

"No,...it's just that I uh, ddon't want you stabbing me. I won't try to get away again." He wasn't sure what she wanted to hear. She smiled back deviously, sliding her fingers up his chest.

"I can control myself, don't worry, although I do enjoy causing pain. Now, lets clean that cut on your forehead." She decided as she leaned down to the floor and grabbed the towel. Edward wished she would at least get off of him as she straddled him higher to get closer to his face. Carefully she wiped off the blood along with the sweat. He was hoping she didn't notice how flushed he looked. She got his face all cleaned up and realized he was still shivering.

"Do I scare you so much? Or maybe I make you nervous?" He clenched his jaw, thinking that if he didn't say anything else she might leave. Placing the towel down, she remained where she was on top of him. Finally he started squirming, trying to get her to move.

"Come on, get off of me." She sat up some and let out a laugh.

"So I do make you nervous, mmm? Interesting."
"No, I'm just cold," he admitted, looking away from her. She didn't seem to understand anything about humans and enjoyed toying with them.

"I can make you warm." She offered, coming back down completely again, trying to warm him with her body. She could hear his heart beating loudly as she laid her head on his chest. He released a worn out sigh as if giving up. Right now he just really wanted to get back to his research and his brother.

"Lust...get out here," Envy's voice came from behind the door. She obediently got off Edward and left the room. They were speaking outside the door in such a hushed tone that Ed couldn't make out what they were saying. Were they going to let him go, or were they going to keep him here even longer.

"Up to your old tricks I take it." Envy grinned at her as she stepped out. She shrugged and smirked back at him.

"I was told to keep him comfortable. Besides when will I get another chance to mess with his innocent little mind."

"Well that is true. Anyway, it's time to dump the shrimp. I figured we could hit him upside the head."

"You want to give him a concussion while we're at it? He's still pretty weak, we could just wait till he falls asleep again."

"That's no fun at all." Envy slouched in disappointment. "Fine, I guess we can wait a little longer." Neither one of them went back in the room. Ed let out another sigh, calming himself down some. Hopefully there wouldn't be any more situations like what he just experienced. He'd take boredom over his personal space being invaded any day. But the same problem remained, he was trapped here.