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Without taking a moment to think, she dived towards him, raising her right fist high, swinging it around to connect with his jaw. With a blur of movement she found herself lying on the floor at his feet. She quickly rolled and stood, the anger uncontrollable, making her entire body shake. When she looked at him again, he was in the same position he had been last, arms crossed over his chest, weight resting on one foot. She dived at him again, this time using her weight to try and bury her elbow in his gut, he deftly avoided it. She used the momentum to spin around, aiming her heel into the back of his knee. It was then that she first saw a flash of silver, and not a split second later felt something cold, hard and sharp pressing against the side of her neck.
All she could hear was her ragged breathing. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears and her body was shaking with unreleased rage. She could feel him just behind her, although there no sound. The point of the knife was biting her skin uncomfortably, and she tried to regulate her breathing.
" I must say Clarice, I'm a little disappointed." He whispered into her ear. " I had thought that when the time came, you may have put up a little of a fight, Guess you take that from good old dad." He said the last part of his sentence imitating her West Virginia drawl.
A flash of pure hatred run through her, as she throw her head back, connecting with his shoulder. She had hoped it would be his face, but it was enough to shake him a little. She spun around, hands in a defensive position. Looking up again, she found that he was standing next to the window, the blade nowhere to be seen.
"Ran out of steam already Clarice? And I was just getting started too, never mind, I guess they don't make hustling rubes like they used too"
This time when she charged him he was ready. A quick side step and a parry later and he had her pinned against the wall, her face against the cool concrete, her arm twisted up her back. She struggled profusely, but a little push on her arm soon quieted her with a whimper, and again all was calm.
Leaning in close, he inhaled deeply. She smelt like a combination of sweat and soap. A delicious combination. He waited a few moments to speak,
" You really need to see someone about that temper of yours Clarice, it could really get you in trouble. Have you ever considered seeing a physiatrist?"
"Let me go" she seethed, wriggling a little to emphasise.
" Only if you promise to behave Clarice. Can I trust you to do that?"
She nodded her head against the wall, and felt the pressure on her strained arm slowly release.
He slowly released her arm, taking a small step back, watching as she took a second to compose herself. He wasn't a stupid man, he knew what was coming. He didn't like fighting with Clarice but this was nearly over and he had to be strong, for her sake. Just as expected, no sooner had he let her go when he saw her hand coming quickly up to meet his face. But instead of catching it in mid-air like before, or side stepping the blow, he simply stood.
When she heard him take a step backwards, she knew she had her chance. She felt tired and sore, and wasn't really sure she wanted to hurt him. But she had nothing left, no more sarcastic lines up her sleeve, no more excuses. This was the only thing she had. As quickly as she could she swung around, her open hand coming in quickly. She expected him to duck, or block it, but instead she heard the crack resonate around the room, as she slapped him hard across the cheek, sending his face sideways, his body not budging. Pulling her hand back quickly, as though burned, she watched as he turned his head back to look at her, She pulled her hands up to cover her mouth in shock, tears began to run their paths down her cheeks silently.
He felt the side of his face whip to the side with the contact. The stinging gave him focus, as he slowly turned to meet her gaze. She was the classic picture of regret, hands covering her mouth, tear streaked face. It was time.
A bit intense I know……..I must be hormonal or something! Lol Please R&R
What can I say? More up soon if you like. Let me know.
Without taking a moment to think, she dived towards him, raising her right fist high, swinging it around to connect with his jaw. With a blur of movement she found herself lying on the floor at his feet. She quickly rolled and stood, the anger uncontrollable, making her entire body shake. When she looked at him again, he was in the same position he had been last, arms crossed over his chest, weight resting on one foot. She dived at him again, this time using her weight to try and bury her elbow in his gut, he deftly avoided it. She used the momentum to spin around, aiming her heel into the back of his knee. It was then that she first saw a flash of silver, and not a split second later felt something cold, hard and sharp pressing against the side of her neck.
All she could hear was her ragged breathing. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears and her body was shaking with unreleased rage. She could feel him just behind her, although there no sound. The point of the knife was biting her skin uncomfortably, and she tried to regulate her breathing.
" I must say Clarice, I'm a little disappointed." He whispered into her ear. " I had thought that when the time came, you may have put up a little of a fight, Guess you take that from good old dad." He said the last part of his sentence imitating her West Virginia drawl.
A flash of pure hatred run through her, as she throw her head back, connecting with his shoulder. She had hoped it would be his face, but it was enough to shake him a little. She spun around, hands in a defensive position. Looking up again, she found that he was standing next to the window, the blade nowhere to be seen.
"Ran out of steam already Clarice? And I was just getting started too, never mind, I guess they don't make hustling rubes like they used too"
This time when she charged him he was ready. A quick side step and a parry later and he had her pinned against the wall, her face against the cool concrete, her arm twisted up her back. She struggled profusely, but a little push on her arm soon quieted her with a whimper, and again all was calm.
Leaning in close, he inhaled deeply. She smelt like a combination of sweat and soap. A delicious combination. He waited a few moments to speak,
" You really need to see someone about that temper of yours Clarice, it could really get you in trouble. Have you ever considered seeing a physiatrist?"
"Let me go" she seethed, wriggling a little to emphasise.
" Only if you promise to behave Clarice. Can I trust you to do that?"
She nodded her head against the wall, and felt the pressure on her strained arm slowly release.
He slowly released her arm, taking a small step back, watching as she took a second to compose herself. He wasn't a stupid man, he knew what was coming. He didn't like fighting with Clarice but this was nearly over and he had to be strong, for her sake. Just as expected, no sooner had he let her go when he saw her hand coming quickly up to meet his face. But instead of catching it in mid-air like before, or side stepping the blow, he simply stood.
When she heard him take a step backwards, she knew she had her chance. She felt tired and sore, and wasn't really sure she wanted to hurt him. But she had nothing left, no more sarcastic lines up her sleeve, no more excuses. This was the only thing she had. As quickly as she could she swung around, her open hand coming in quickly. She expected him to duck, or block it, but instead she heard the crack resonate around the room, as she slapped him hard across the cheek, sending his face sideways, his body not budging. Pulling her hand back quickly, as though burned, she watched as he turned his head back to look at her, She pulled her hands up to cover her mouth in shock, tears began to run their paths down her cheeks silently.
He felt the side of his face whip to the side with the contact. The stinging gave him focus, as he slowly turned to meet her gaze. She was the classic picture of regret, hands covering her mouth, tear streaked face. It was time.
A bit intense I know……..I must be hormonal or something! Lol Please R&R