NightIntent: Chapter 2. There's a bit of blood, I warn you. Though it's not too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Snow White.
Kara's captor was leaning toward her, brandishing his knife. Kara had a second to regret the fact that she'd worn a sleeveless shirt. And that she hated pain. She was in trouble. She shut her eyes, steeling herself for the pain. It never came. She opened them. The knife was resting on her bare flesh, so lightly that Kara could barely feel it.
"It would be a shame to mar such lovely skin," the man remarked. "Tell me what I ask you, and I won't have to hurt you."
Kara exhaled, her nostrils flaring. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do we have a deal?" she asked.
"No."
"Then forget it," she said. The man rolled his eyes. A second later, the knife sliced Kara's arm. She had been expecting pain, but nothing like this. No on had ever cut her before. She screamed. The knife was about a quarter of an inch into her skin, and the man slowly slid it along, making a circular line around her arm, almost like half of a bracelet.
The man calmly asked, "Who are you?"
"No!" Kara shrieked.
"Who are you? What is your name?" he repeated, removing the knife from her arm.
"Kara," she said finally, her breathing ragged. "I'm Kara."
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I already told you."
The knife slid back into Kara's skin, making another half of a bracelet. "I'll ask you again. Who are you?" her captor queried.
"The princess," Kara replied breathlessly.
The man smiled. "Very good," he said. "Now, what are you to the royal family?"
"What do you think?" Kara retorted. "Hello? Did my words pierce your thick skull? Idiot! I told you. I'm the princess. I'm married to Finn. Though there are times I wish I wasn't."
"Is that so?" the kidnapper asked. "I can help you with that." His eyes traveled up her legs, which had been exposed by her skirt, and up to her face. His eyes were lustful.
"Stay the hell away from me," Kara spat. "I don't want you, or anyone else. Are you planning on bandaging these wounds, or are you going to let me bleed out?"
"Oh, no, I can't allow that to happen," the man commented. "You're much too valuable for that. Hold on a second, I'll get some bandages." He left the room, disappearing into the dark.
Kara leaned against the wall. She stared at the blood dripping to the floor. What had she gotten herself into?
The man came back in. He instantly grabbed her arm and started to bandage it. As he worked, Kara asked, "What's your name, anyway?"
"Me? I'm Blake," he replied absently, not really paying attention to what he was saying. He wrapped the bandage tightly, allowing just enough slack do that the skin could breathe a little. When he finished, he tied the end in a knot. "There, all done. You'll be better now, won't you? I'd rather not hurt you any more."
"Yeah, right," Kara muttered. Louder, she said. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She didn't deny anything, but she didn't promise, either.
Blake nodded. "Good," he said. "I've got stuff to do. See you later." He walked out of the room again. Kara sat, still leaning against the wall, staring off into the darkness that surrounded her small section of light.
As she sat, Kara thought. She wondered why Blake had kidnapped her. Did he have something against the royal family? Was that why he'd asked? Kara couldn't figure it out. She leaned her head back and stared up. After a while, she drifted off into sleep.
NightIntent: Yes, it was short. Oh, well. The next one's about twice as long. Please review!
