Chapter 7…Yay! Okay, this chapter is probably the beginning of the rising actions, not to mention its continuance. I'd also liked to thank ALL of my reviewers that have dropped me a line so far, I really appreciate your attention, and hoped you enjoyed the newest version of chapter 6. (If requested; by the way, there is no dead line on these requests. So, if you still wish to read it, just send me an email!)
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Preventer Fire
Chapter 7
"No…but! You're…" The curvature of his sinister smile made him all the more tedious to look upon as he approached the sitting woman. "I was hoping for a warm welcome wench, not an interrogation." Standing quickly, Hilde tightened her grip on the front of her lacey robe; her cobalt eyes a glare, "Pardon my guileless quality, it seems I take after my father…" Estefan's jade orbs captured hers in a straight forward glare, both parties seeming to circle each other, waiting the exact moment to attack. The smile on his bold features never faded as he strolled behind her, Hilde not allowing a bit of intimidation to flare from her weak position. "I… Own you…" He said, moving his mouth from her right ear, over to her left. "And if you dare be in breach of me, I shall crush you into a thousand pieces…" "Ow!" Hilde winced as his hands crushed the skin of her arms beneath the firm grip of his fingers, her skin quivering as his tasteless breath flooded her neck and collarbones. "Now… Where's Lucretzia?"
Keeping her weakness in tact, the gruesome personality of him no more than a conflict to defeat, was a challenge to her blurry senses as she took a light breath. "I do not know…" She responded. Estefan swung her around with a vicious tug of her arm, paying no mind to the soft slamming of skin against the rough wood of a wall. "Where is she?!" The fear flashed through her eyes as she jumped with the crumbling sense of defeat. "Where is she!?" He repeated, now wrapping his long fingers around her throat, his thumb pressing to the center of the column. Compressing closer he buried himself into her eyes, impaling her soul with his very orbs. "I'm loosing my patience, and I'm not going to play this little game any longer." He calmed, "Now, darling…" He said, fondling her smooth cheek, her bare shoulder. "Where… Is that bitch?!" Hilde merged with the wall as he once again lost his composure, her long, feminine digits twining around the ceramic neck of the vase, to soon after come crashing over his skull like a platter to the floor. His body released a low grunt, collapsing at her feet; unconscious.
Not waiting for him to come back to haunt her simultaneously, her body tore itself around the edge of what was the corner, her strong legs like paste as they grew heavier with every stride. A noise stopped her. Why stop, why stop?! A candle flickered somewhere, its light… no longer vibrant. A sound, a step… A grunt…
'Thump.'
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Zeches moaned pleasurably when Noin's long slim leg slipped between his own in a dreamy style, the tips of her exposed breasts pressed lightly against his strong chest as her hand caressed its way to relax against his narrow hip. He heard her sigh in utter content towards the encounter of this new position; a smile breaking across his attractive face as he watched her unknowingly kiss his collarbones. He omitted yet another moan, fascinated at how she could still manage to seduce his every character with out even giving it the slightest of effort. Even as she performed the mere act of sleeping she remained dominant…
Zeches sighed against her soft touches, his body fluttering down to a controlled passion after gingerly tucking her head beneath his chin; holding her as close to him as he could possibly muster. Then, secure and warm in his hold, Zeches' pale lashes fluttered closed to join her in the quiescent world of forgotten thoughts…
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The air caught within her throat, crushing her lungs as they squeezed in response to the airless atmosphere they experienced for only a moment. She sat up, her heart at an anomalous rapidity as she slammed against the carved headboard behind her, her body a gasp as all slowed. She coughed, her naked breasts heaving as the necessity of air pumped through her body, circulating through her struggling. "Lucretzia, Luc- are you all right?" Noin sobbed, reaching towards his now sitting body and burying her head against the curved junction of his neck and shoulder.
Zeches gently soothed, his own heart thumping wildly within his own chest with the realization that his beloved was troubled. Noin whimpered, his warm body against her own was slightly overheating, and yet, restful beyond any objection. "Hush, it was only a nightmare…Whatever it was, leave it to the past. Shhh, I am here Noin…"
It seemed as if she stopped all breathing, but was merely still now in the comforts of this aficionado, in the debt of murder if ever discovered. Zeches felt her lips brush against his shoulder as she formed a slender smile. It was worth it, every moment, every hour of its existence… Her tired eyes averted, the shifting of the moon, the clouds, so quickly caught her attention. Eyebrows furrowed as she watched, the sun never seeming to come up over the horizon.
"Hilde…"
Zeches went rigid; petted the soft hairs at the nape of her neck, her soft form pressed tighter against him as he sat silent, in dreaded recognition that Hilde was taking too long in joining them. "What… What's to become of her, Zeches..? Where..?" Zeches looked to the mattress, examining the tight creases their bodies made as they remained poised. He came to a form of words and spoke, his hands caressing tenderly, as if he were in danger of loosing her for the terms that emptied from his mouth. "She said there was business remaining within the Casanova plantation that would delay her; it has been but a mere three days, yes? Hmm, the time is not what troubles me; it is what could happen for the duration of the ticking clock…" He smile was a fraud, his chuckle equally as worthless, "But forget my assumptions, it is nothing but idiotic dramatizations of a man's mind." Remaining silent brought him too look at her, deep within her purple irises, his hands pressed against the tan of her soft skin, "Nothing is the matter, I'm sure her statements…" He ran his nose along her own, a smirk forming as he winked, "Mean well, yes?" Her sadness faded as his words and movements assured her of only the preeminent. Truly afraid more than ever, she agreed. Zeches placed a wet kiss to her pink mouth, her answer a follow; "Yes…" before returning the playful and arousing chastisement.
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"Noin and the Baron were completely unaware that his conjectures were but accurate. Something had happened during those hours of ceaseless darkness, and oh how I suffered… the cruel intakes of jabs and pokes of his hideous tasks to bring me vile ache were incoherently unbearable! How Lucretzia lived through such hell without saying a word, committing to a silent promise in delivering him to his grave with out a single move to follow it, I do not know. She's a strong one, and now I have tainted that score with my clumsiness. And now I his victim, only because I loved Noin and couldn't possible give her away, not now! Not now that she was bathing in the warmth of love's light, happiness. Or perhaps… The blood of my own agony…"
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He said he'd go look for her, to see if she were all right, to find her sleeping soundly within her bed with out a stir. Visions of sunny days, buttercups and crystalline, glistening water of a creek bed pooling around her feet. Washing all sin from her once tortured soul as it caressed her bathing body…
Noin prayed for these thoughts to be true, imagining them as the breathtaking feeling of water surrounded her. The clean, bodily feeling returning as the fragrance of the soap within her palms lathered her overwrought shoulder blades, the pounding of her temples, and the soreness between her thighs. Tilting her head back against the porcelain rim, she smirked. He was hungry. Hungry for the love he swore only she could provide; fill the empty void within his starving will to be loved. The butterflies returned to flutter deep within the bowels of her belly; the heated remembrance of him finally taking her as his own. She remembered the hiss of air escaping her mouth, the breathless second when her life, body, even her soul felt entirely filled.
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"Uhnn… Oh… Uhnn…" Hilde's breath escape in cadenced puffs as she awoke from what seemed like a malicious concussion. She felt sultry and humid, her night gown no longer consoling as she sat up in the dark. She touched her head with a grimace, her fingers feeling a tender open wound just behind her right temple. It was bleeding, and she felt no comfort. Then, a sudden rush of burning flames caused her to jolt rearward, its high temperature tentacles seeming to reach and wither the skin of her bound legs. The nightmare had only begun, and her heart raced with piercing speed as the shadows slid from Estefan's hiding figure as he appeared into the light. That ominous, annoying smile he held still, and how the hate burned within her at the very sight of it. He then, spoke; "You're a smart woman, unlike others that hour of the auction…" He chuckled, coming up to the wooden table she sat assembled, Hilde watching his actions, digging for the catch of this stalling point.
"And now, you have been too witty, and for that you shall be punished…" A shiver shot through her spine as she spotted the iron shaft halfway buried within the burning coals of the large iron work station. She saw a small door, and hearing the moos of cows and neighs of horses quickly caused her hands to dive for the bindings at her feet, ripping and clawing at the iron steel hold. Tears came to her eyes, it was futile. She began to sob, her body shaking, wet with a cool perspiration as he gently cupped her face. "Do you know why…?" He began, "All plantations mark their animals with a plantation seal?" He asked casually, as if trying to make polite conversation. "No…no…" Hilde swallowed, watching as he climbed atop her, and grabbed both wrists. Reaching above, he grasped pair of shackles, clasping them around her wrists. Hilde gritted her teeth, and struggled to sit up, her wrists unable to support her weight as they stretched her arms, hung her high above leveled surface. This caused her much pain, her little soul dying with every shock of his hating fire quickly fed to burn intolerably.
His voiced caused her to remember his unwanted presence, the tones low and simple, "Now, we're going to play a little game… Answer correctly is all instruction." Hilde sobbed, but nodded, feeling his rough hands undoing the gentle pearl buttons along her spine. He looked at her as he had done before, crimson strands flowing from somewhere beneath his auburn scalp, onto his evil appearance, staring countenance of extreme dislike and ache. "Where is Lucretzia?" Hilde had no choice! She had to tell him, it was but a simple question, she had the choice to answer, it was her life if not done!
Hilde's facial rolled, her tears a halt, as her lips puckered and released a spurt of saliva from between them. "I'll go to hell and back before I reduce to the likes of you!" All she could see was the orange hued iron tip disappear behind her before moments later burn into the lower side of her back. She heard, felt the searing heat burn away her flesh, its aroma, as her voice released in a screech of pure agony from between her tight lips. The iron hissed and smoked until its contact was removed, now leaving the imprint of ownership forever impressed onto her body.
"AH!"
"Will you abide by my demands, or have you had enough?" It was hard to understand any form of language, except emotion of pain which increased as Estefan's hand slapped her cheek. "Have you!?" Hilde's answer, a cry, was instantly muffled when the sounds of a clopping, solitary horse halted just adjacent their location. Estefan hastily ripped her wrists from the tight cuffs, Hilde numb from the pain, the torture as he proceeded towards the small window where he spotted a familiar Baron dismount from his steed. That Baron lying unaware that jade orbs haunted him with a look of accusation and a strong sense of sweet and leisure revenge, as he headed towards the silent agricultural estate.
(Working on Chapter 8, hang in there, I'm goin', I'm goin'!)