Chapter Three

"Wait!" Eagle hollered from behind her which distracts her focus of escaping.

Eagle reached out to grab her cloak and pull her towards him before she could get away again. They dropped on the carpeted floor and the woman protested yet again but being a military man, he quickly restrained her again without difficulty and dragged her closer to the bed. With the help of the bed covers, he tied both of her hands and feet.

"Let go of me, you sadistic perverted leech!" The woman cried angrily on top of her throat.

"Look woman! Don't just escape and leave a puzzle after your cryptic melodramatic speech!"

There was a cycle of knock on the door again—definitely Lirva. The Captain from behind the door was waiting to barge open using his strength, he heard the reply before it happened.

"I'm fine, Lirva. Go back to sleep."

"But Commander, what's happening there, we heard a loud sound from your room!"

"I'm with my woman, it's been awhile that's why I got..." a pause. "Overly excited."

"My deepest apologise, Commander! We won't disturb you again!"

And they scram away and their heels fainted. Meanwhile, on the other side... Eagle cupped the woman's mouth while she struggled more and more under his restrains.

"Hush, you savage animal! If Lirva finds you, he'll lock you in the dungeon and throw away the key." He threatened. The woman ignored the empty threat and tried to make it louder. Eagle groaned in pure frustration. "Alright, I know how difficult our situation is—me being a victim." The woman's muffled voice sounded like—who're you calling victim? "...And you being the killer." He tsked. "I understand how you want to get your revenge on me but..." his tone was negotiating, actually, forcefully negotiating. "Please, at least let me show my apology." Her struggles abruptly lessen.

"Is this how you show your apology?" the lady hitman grumbled her protest that morning and shook her shackled left hand which locked on the bottom bed pole. Her feet were still tied in a knot while seating on the carpeted floor.

Eagle settled her short sword on the table. "Well, it's just that you're wild and untamed. I don't even know what you're going to do next." she showed her shackle. "That's for..." He looked for a logical reason. "Keeping you from escaping and for my own safety..." followed by a shining sarcastic smile.

The woman beamed green lasers. "You meant to say I'm locked up here like a prisoner and throw me later in the dungeon and sentence me for life! And for the record... for your own safety? Get real, I barely even hurt you!" he pointed at his small bumped forehead. "That was a lucky shot, okay! It doesn't count at all!"

The young Commander massaged his temples to keep his cool. "Alright, I admit. Until you finally decided to cooperate with me and answer my questions, I shall release you on your confinement."

"What if I'm called by mother nature?"

Eagle arched a brow. "Obviously, I can assist you on your needs." Though the woman's face is cloaked by the black fabric, which only reveals her eyes, Eagle see how angry she is, but he waved a palm before she could yell. "I am just kidding! Of course I'll release you, woman. After I saw how ugly and frightening your face is I won't~"

His speech cut short when her usual growled green eyes paled and now with paired with anguished. A pang of guilt whacks Commander Eagle's thick head. His killer already knew what kind of face she has under that gloomy cloak, that mask she's using is a humiliation mask, where one concealed his own humiliation. And he just unconsciously rubbed it in her face. Though she wants him dead, she's still a woman and even the nastiest woman deserves dignity. And he should sympathize of her because both of them shared a similar curse.

"I'm sorry..." His tone was sincere, but it was too late and before he reached for the door. "I prepared breakfast for you, eat it and I'll be back later."

The woman reverted back to silence but her somber eyes stayed until Eagle locked the doors.

Eagle rocked the chair back while resting his military shoes on the polished table, he wore a snow white button down army suit, his usual outfit at his office and outside of military base. He was alone in the medium size library room located at the east wing of his mansion, surrounded by shelves after shelves from historical, army to literature books. He succumb to a deep thought, a reason why he didn't notice Lirva, his Captain saluted him for attention, wearing a green military suit with a badge and a beanie. Lirva Raine is both a personal servant and a Captain of his own fleet. In the base, they strictly adheres military protocols but, in the area where no laws governs them… they were friends. Both of them grew up almost together and raised their ranks together ever since they were children.

"Hey, hey, hey Eagle." Lirva quirked his jubilance. "How was your night?"

Eagle let a gusty sigh, he forgot about how to edit the story for Lirva. "I couldn't get over her." close enough.

Lirva's face lit up. "The youngest Commander on history of Celestia, didn't get an upper hand of only one woman?"

His face contained with less zeal. "I did actually, however…" he shook his head. "She's so aggressive and so untamed."

"You like aggressive and untamed." He pointed out.

"Not anymore."

"Is she really that feisty?"

"Understatement…" He bore his eyes on his friend.

"Looks like it." he drew two circles, indicating the dark shadows under his eyes. "She kept you awake all this time?"

"I can't even blink, thinking she'll do something outrageous again."

Lirva held a warning finger. "Guess you found yourself a match, Eagle."

"I suppose so…" albeit not, since she can't even make him badge, "There's one thing that confuses me, though…" his eyes grew serious. "Ever since I touched…" he forced a stop before saying her long dagger, he edit his words. "There was something stirred inside me… and the burning need which I fight hard to control, dimmed until the moment I saw her face." Changed to fright of course! But there was really something odd about her… "On that time, I felt my rational mind got a foot hold on my curse." He looks at his large palm, "As if she was a distraction for it, allowing me to forget the raw need for everything." He clenched his fist. "I don't know what's wrong with me, or everything is a coincidence, but that woman knows something about the Celestia curse."