Good Morning, Little Ones!
I know there are a lot of questions from last chapter but hang in there with me. Answers will be pouring in.
Thank you to Mel and Jill.
.: Fimm :.
My heart has never beat so furiously in my chest. Never, in eighteen years, have I known true fear until now.
The man is colossal, absolutely terrifying in the dark trees, and when he shifts the sharp glinting blade of his axe, I nearly collapse back to the ground. I simply cannot take much more of this.
He barks another sentence at me, and though I can't understand him, I have to wonder if it's an order.
I back up, the rough bark of a tree meeting my spine. "Stop," I plead. "Please, I want to go home."
Tears trail down my cheeks as he steps closer to me. I'm about ten seconds from my knees giving out or throwing up on him.
His deep voice growls at me again, and it's like a bear speaking. My whole body shudders in fear, and in this moment, I know I have two options: I can curl in on myself, submitting to this terrifying man's presence, or I can fight back.
I force myself to slow down, to draw in a deep, pained breath and then another. My spine begins to straighten, one vertebra at a time, until I am upright. My heart screams in my chest, wild and frantic, but I find my courage.
"Don't come closer," I command, my voice low as I hold a hand out to show my meaning. "My father is the chief of police, and if you hurt me, there won't be anywhere you can run."
I'm not sure that threatening him is exactly the right way to go, but it's just about the only card I have.
In the dark, his head tilts, considering me, I imagine. I wish I could see his face, know what he's thinking.
He shifts his axe, pulling it over his head. I try not to flinch. He secures it on his back, and I let out a long breath, relief and excess fear coursing heavily through my body.
I suck in another shaky breath, preparing myself to run from him.
He moves so quickly, I hardly register it.
Thick hands, heavy and stronger than any hands I've ever known, wrap around my waist. I let out a shriek, but it is cut short as my stomach lands over his shoulder. I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath, trying to overcome his massive shoulder hindering my breathing.
"Put me down." I groan, hitting his back with my closed fists. The hits bounce off him harmlessly, and I try to kick, knowing my foot has to be at least somewhat in the vicinity of his groin. His thick arm comes around my legs, pinning them down and I grunt, my ankles flexing uselessly against his strength.
"Put me down!" I scream, struggling against him. His hair is long, and it is tickling at my arms, irritating me further. Panic has left me, and in its place, indignation, frustration, and rage have been born.
I will fight this beast of a man with everything in me.
"You cocksucker!" I scream, language that I never utter spewing out of my mouth now. The list of expletives surprises me, even as they tumble from my lips. I had no idea I knew so many.
Beneath me, the man's steps never falter.
It takes only a few minutes for me to wear myself out completely. My head is throbbing with the blood rushing to it, and when it's apparent my assault on the man has no effect, I lose some of my fight.
I try, I really do, to make sense of my surroundings, but being that it's pitch black out, and I'm upside down, I hold out little hope of recognizing anything.
The rhythmic sway of the man beneath me almost puts me to sleep—almost. If it were not for the copious amounts of adrenaline still soaking through my body, I'd be tempted to drift.
I'm worried that as soon as the adrenaline leaves me, I will fall asleep.
"Please tell me at least where I am," I mutter, my head growing heavier with the blood rush. "Please. I…" My voice trails off, and I feel his deep voice growl a word as my body goes limp. He pulls me off his shoulder, but it's too late, darkness is creeping up over my vision.
The last thing I see is moonlight catching a set of vivid green eyes.