His voice was quiet by her ear, his golden claw over her mouth, gilded tips just digging into her skin:
"Don't scream."
She could see Cerberus out of the corner of her eye, held loosely but confidently in his hand. She tried to shake her head, but he stopped her, pulling her back against his chest and suddenly she could see his hair as it draped over her shoulder. The only sound she made was a squeak of fear, to which he shushed her gently:
"Quietly Yuffie."
She could feel her knees shaking from what could only be fear and the hand covering her mouth moved to gently caress her neck, leaving three little bloody trails in their wake from her cheek to her throat. The rhythmic gliding of metal over her skin did little to calm her, much as his soft, regular breathing by her ear did little to assure her of his sanity.
"It's alright to shake."
He knew she was scared, and she could sense his satisfaction. She could barely breathe with his hand around her neck like that and her nerves were going mad as it was. Slowly, the morning light began to filter in through the window and she could see her reflection in the mirror on his wall. He ran the three barrels lightly along her jaw:
"You're so beautiful like this."
How could his voice be so level? When she had been tied at the wrists and bundled from her hideaway she had not expected her kidnapper to be Vincent Valentine, neither had she expected to be stood in front of a mirror in his bedroom, his claws leaving marks like wires in her skin and his voice whispering purred encouragement in her ear.
"Can you see yourself Yuffie?"
Of course she could see herself, but she didn't understand what she was seeing. She didn't understand why she was tied, why Vincent was taunting her, why he was making her see. The gun did another caress of her jaw, before moving her head to look at him instead. His eyes were luminescent and orange in the paleness of his face.
"It's hard to find perfection like this."
Perfection? She wanted to argue with him, wanted to tell him off for spouting such rubbish and for making her feel frightened. But she was too scared of what might happen if she did, he had her at point blank already. Slowly, as if determined to savour this moment of complete control, his cracked, dry lips descended towards hers.
"Just... Please don't scream."
It might have been her imagination, or the situation finally getting to her, but he sounded desperate:
"Don't scream."
A/N: A little bit angsty I guess, but I'm not going to put much at the end to explain it because I think it's fun to let you guys think for yourselves. But I'll give you a clue to start you off ;) This is the only way for a monster... (Kudos and cookies to peeps who review/prompt/understant :] )
-Okami