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Chapter 7: Silver Screen and Wolverine
Vaas awoke to the usual empty bed. He overlooked the messy sheets, the smell of her skin still lingering in the creases of the pillows under his head. The heat literally levitated from the bed, creating intoxicating clouds of sensual odors. Vaas groaned, flipping around on the cot, getting wafts of her body smell; something between freshly picked lavender and an early morning rain. He let his nose bury in the soft pillow, where feelings of the previous night still vibrated off the fabric.
Bo never stayed to see Vaas wake up. Not that it bothered him, but he wondered how she managed to escape his awakenings every time. It's like she had a mental alarm clock that permitted her to disappear right before the pirate lord woke up. Vaas cracked an eye and found the girl's pajamas sprawled on the floor, which meant she was already out and about. He looked out the window over the bed and found rays of sunlight piercing the dirty glass. Time to wake up.
The pirate lord dragged his sleepy body out of bed, tumbling around on the wooden floor, his hangover evident with the heavy pounding in his skull. A hand was placed against his forehead, but it didn't deterred the vigorous pain in his brain. He found his trousers, his tank top and his boots nicely folded at the foot of the bed. After having slipped on his usual attire, he sauntered out of the shanty and into the heavy daylight, the hot sun already cooking his tanned skin.
The watch on his wrist signaled early afternoon, which led the pirate king to understand Bo's ability to escape. Despite the fact that Vaas was late in his day's work, he had to catch some breakfast and intoxicate his blood with the usual drugs. Not that Vaas cared about being sober or not, but he enjoyed the feeling of the sticky substance swimming in his blood; it gave him chills of thrilling joy. And Vaas didn't enjoy many things other than torture and sex.
Vaas found what he was looking for in his own building. The coolness of uninhabited quarters greeted him as he entered his little house. In his drawer lay the sticky drug that he so effortlessly stuck in his elbow and induced. He felt the intoxicating liquid swirl up in his veins, he felt the daze behind his half closed lids, the muddle of thoughts growing into one big blob of blackness until it melted into nothingness. The cool feeling under his flesh, like biting teeth snapping at his skin, made shivers run up his coiling spine. The plushness of a mattress made him groan as he felt the nipping fangs continue to nibble on his sanity, the rogue fingers curling around his remaining thoughts, the watchful eyes laughing at his deterring state. The numbing feeling started from his feet, lighting a fire in his toes. A sweet, promising awareness overtook his mind as the numbing climbed up his body.
He waited, lying on his bed, for the high to take him away. For the dope to carry him to the stupor he searched for so ferociously through the nebulous state of his mind.
Open lids. Vision clear as day. Every speck of dust visible through clear green/blue eyes.
Like a wolf, an alpha, he felt and saw everything his pack did. It was like the tendrils in his brain were extended, their arms and hands reaching out for every bit of feeling, of pain, of desperation.
The beast, with teeth sharp as knives, rose from the pile of sheets he rested in. His tongue was stale, needing the metallic taste of blood to adorn it once again. His ears pricked and he found the radio at his waist band. "Bring the new fuckers to PC." His voice, like a growl, resonated into the machine in his hands.
"Cinema, boss?" a voice answered him.
"Si."
The dirt coated her skin like mold grows on rotting tree logs. His eyes, like glowing diamonds in the dark, scanned her skin, her flesh, the bruises that seemed to take up every inch of her skin. Those irises, like florid fire, burned holes in her skin, in the bruised flesh. His lips that seemed coated in crimson, stretched into a wolfish grin as he admired the trembling of her fingers and the shaking of her entire body.
She sat, eyes wide and fearful, with her wrists duck taped to the wooden chair. Sweat beaded her flesh, luminous in the dim lighting.
And this song, this fucking song, kept playing on and on in his head. Or was it in his head? There was a radio screeching on a wooden table in the corner. What was it saying?
You are a cinema. I could watch you forever. Action, thriller, I could watch you forever.
A shake of his head and Vaas' eyes clicked back to the frightened brunette sitting in front of him. I could watch you forever. A grin stretched at his lips. The blood fell from the cut over her brow and dribbled over onto her soft, dirty cheek. You are a cinema. Her eyes glistened with gargantuan fear, so great, it breathed off her skin. The pirate king could literally see the fear emanating from her flesh, like evaporating water from a boiling cup. I could watch you for a lifetime, you're my favorite movie. His hand reached out. She flinched away, hair caging her face. His fingers cradled the soft curve of her chin and pulled her face up to his. Stars spell out your name, like in a science-fiction drama.
"Don't you wanna be an actress?" he purred softly. She flinched, eyes watering to the brim. "No?" Vaas cocked his head, eyes falsely intrigued.
Hope you start undressing, all my dreams and take me under.
"P-please," she cried, tears flowing from her honey colored eyes. Vaas chuckled, playing with the hem of her tank top, teasing the curve of her breasts. She cried harder.
"Every little bitch in American dreams of being an actress," Vaas continued, fingers diving into her shirt. She winced, cry caught in her throat. His eyes snapped up to hers, vicious insanity swimming in those irises. "Of being on that fucking red carpet."
You are my cinema, a Hollywood treasure.
"Get the camera rolling," he ordered, not even sparing a glance to his companion. He kept his eyes on the girl, whose fear intrigued him, filled his interest to the brink.
The king began by circling his prey, eyes viciously scanning her trembling form. His fingers continued to play with the hem of her top, snapping her bra strap once in a while. He relished in the little cries she gave here and there. I could watch you for a lifetime. "Now, bella," he started, voice low and husky, "you will be a nice little bitch and cooperate, si?" She nodded her head slowly.
"Yes," she mumbled, voice muffled with tears.
"Good, good," the pirate lord chanted. "Felipe, let's get this started."
The said Felipe, a scrawny little fellow, sauntered up to his boss with a camera in his hands. Vaas pointed him around and finally, settling himself behind the young woman, signaled Felipe to start filming.
"Hello, amigos!" Vaas started, loud and playful. "It is I again. I think this is your daughter, si? I made a film with your son earlier on. Anyways, whatever. As I said before; give the money, get back your little motherfuckers. No need to get the police into it all. If ever I find out those shits are involved, this pretty little face," and he cradled Kira's head almost adorably, "won't be called a face no more." He smiled maniacally, laughing like he had just made the most hilarious joke of his life.
He leaned in so his chin rested against her shoulder, where her heavy breathing could be deliciously heard in his ears. "And she will be mine until cash is flowing, alright?" He laughed again and he felt her shiver, the feeling crawling over her flesh. "And look how she just loves to be mine."
Vaas had always been one for theatrics.
He leaned to the side and fixed the grossest kiss to her lips, his mouth literally pushing onto hers until she grunted in pain. Once his mouth was off hers, he laughed and looked at the camera. "Wait!" he cheered suddenly. "I have something to show you!"
He reached into his pocket, retrieving a folded piece of paper. His eyes scanned the writing, a wolfish smile on his lips. "See, I don't think you'd mind if she just- poof- vanished, right?" He leaned in, eyes glowing in malicious victory for what he had just found. "I did some research on your 'daughter' and came up with this." A paper was held up to the camera, the writing not visible due to the shitty camera lenses. "Who adopts children from Sweden?" His question was so stupid, so just out there, that it took a moment for Kira to realize.
Her gasp was heard loud, and the grin that followed on Vaas' lips was pure victory. "Ah, I see," he continued, "girls are pretty in Sweden, si?" His eyes found the girl's. They were wide, tears glistening over her irises. He got to his feet with a malignant laugh.
"I thought Africa and China were the countries to adopt from," he said to the camera. "Apparently not. Looks like Sweden don't want their children either." He approached the flabbergasted brunette and relished in the sight of her total disarray. "Cut the camera, Felipe."
Suddenly, he grabbed her arms and ripped off the tape. She was on her feet in seconds, being dragged out of the dark cave by hands so strong they could break her arms in a blink. Tears flowed from her face, dripping to the dirt ground. Vaas' laugh rang loud in the cave, the sound almost like a wolves howl after a good catch. Her grunts and moans of pain resonated behind his maniacal chuckles as the king persisted in shuffling her along.
Vaas dumped her in front of Hunter, a pirate with a good reputation, that Bo had assigned as the girl's babysitter. "Get her the fuck outta here," Vaas spat, sparing one last look at her pitiful form.
"Right away, boss," Hunter responded, plucking the young woman off the floor easily. He swung her body over his shoulder like a potato sack and walked right out of PC.
Vaas didn't even twitch a brow before grabbing another human from the soil and kicking them into the filming room.
This was going to be a good day for Vaas Montenegro.
