Calloused fingers traced a path down her cheek, trembling slightly as they stopped at her chin.

Liechtenstein was stupefied.

'What is going on?'

"You're the one those brats mentioned." A low tenor reached her ears. Liechtenstein assumed it was male. She tried to tense as a hand went around her head and moved her closer to his face, as he inhaled deeply and shivered as he breathed out. Liechtenstein stiffened when the distinct scent of opium suddenly hit her nose, overflowing from his jacket. She automatically recoiled, remembering the horror stories of how opium could ruin a country, trying to fight the drugs in her system.

The voice sounded slightly amused, and also a little irritated, "Don't even try."

Another hand went under her waist and she involuntarily blushed, her languid body pressed to his toned, hard chest as he easily lifted her up. He was deceptively lean, with wiry muscles and a slender frame. His body moved with a certain grace as he began to walk, reminding her of a snake. Elegant, but deadly.

The soft, somewhat lumpy bed that Liechtenstein landed on provided little comfort for her as the male quickly followed, adjusting her body so that her arms were splayed out, her legs were slightly bent, and her torso turned towards the left. She really felt like a doll right now, being positioned and moved unwillingly. She could not even see her 'puppeteer', for Gott's sake. There and then, Liechtenstein decided she hated this helplessness.