AN: Get ready for a more violent and possessive Victor Creed! After this chapter, I'm putting this story on M rating.
Chapter 4: Obedient little wolf
(Rewritten)
She had been eyeing Stryker for a while from her seat on the other lab table. Slowly swinging her legs back and forward under the table as she glared at him. He was nervous under her intense eyes. Not that she gave a damn. The more uncomfortable he felt, the better.
Cruelty wasn't usually her forte, but this man brought out the worst in her.
Creed was there too. Eyeing her, eyeing Stryker. And growing more curious about the past between the little feral woman and the ex-military colonel.
Suddenly she swung herself off the table and strolled over to where Stryker was investigating the Wolverine.
"I knew it was you" she hissed through clenched teeth from the other side of the lab table.
The man looked up quite nervously "What are you referring to Amy?".
"Don't call me that you lowlife piece of shit" she sneered quietly, hoping no one would hear or find out about the relationship between them. "I knew it was you who sold me out. You are just so weak, it's pathetic".
"Amy. I mean Ylva, please. You have to understand. They threatened to kill me if I couldn't fix this. Otherwise I would have never told them about you".
"So? You should've had the decency to keep your whore mouth shut and just get yourself killed already. You owe me that much Stryker. But you're nothing but a coward in desperate need to grow a pair. Always have been, always will be".
"I, I, I was scared" he stammered.
She leaned forward over the table to whisper closely to his face.
"Obviously not scared enough. But you will be. Because I promise you this. When all of this is over, I'm coming for you" she threatened him as she stared into his fearful eyes "I'll give you a head start because you are so blatantly inferior to me, but I will come for you. Not for any of them, I don't care about this Brotherhood bullshit or the fact that they took me. You however" she pointed her dainty little finger in his face and extended one of her talons "You're gonna pay for what you did. To me and to Jason. You're gonna pay in blood".
Creed raised one eyebrow in surprise and smirked. Thanks to his feral hearing, he overheard the entire conversation, but didn't quite know what to think of it. Maybe there was more fire inside his little wolf than he thought. Perhaps she just chose her battles carefully.
Stryker inhaled sharply and looked her in the eyes before asking "Yes, how is Jason by the way?".
Dumbest question possible. Especially because he couldn't suppress the grin on his face.
Instantly her canines and nails were out as she jerked him over the table, growling into his face "Shut your trap you filthy dog. You're not worthy enough to say his name you disgusting son of a-".
Before she could even finish her sentence, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and her feet were no longer touching the floor. Creed was dragging her backwards, pressing her into his chest and forcing her to let go of Stryker. He watched her venomous anger with fascination though.
"I didn't give you permission to harm him little wolf" he growled into her ear "Believe it or not, I still have some use for him".
She was still staring into Stryker's eyes with blazing fire. Eventually she released him. The old man stumbled back as he tried to catch his breath.
Creed carefully put her down, turned her to face him and looked her over while she tried to control her anger. He thought he had a pretty good idea about what went on between these two now. Only certain people could get under your skin like this.
She fought hard to look anywhere but his eyes. This was none of his business.
"He ready?" Creed asked as he changed his gaze to Stryker.
"Yes sir" Stryker stuttered.
"Time to give it your best shot little wolf. Brain damage first".
She fixated her gaze on the sick man in front of her. She took in a deep breath and tried to relax, pushing all bad memories of Stryker and his mutant hating activities to the background. For now all that mattered was the dying man in front of her. He needed her help and she needed to help him if she ever wanted to see Jason again.
She took place next to the Wolverine's head. Her hands moved over his face and she softly placed them around his forehead, closing her eyes and focusing on the energy inside it. Bright lights seemed to leave her hands, forming a perfect circle around them and then flowing into his head. In no time the entire room beamed in her light and she felt an agonizing pain. At first it just stung a little but after a few seconds, it hurt like hell. The pain was very visible on her face, she gasped and screeched in pain. Her head felt like it was on fire and soon she couldn't take any more damage. She really gave it her all, took as much as she could.
She had to let go and stumbled backwards only to be caught by two massive arms instead of the harsh floor that she expected to feel.
He had to admit that he was impressed. It was quick and clean, except for her of course. But still, no brains were splattered over the floor, no puking, no internal organs bursting out, nothing. Just a few streams of blood from her ears. She looked absolutely shattered as he gently placed her on the other lab table. He didn't look away but instead took her in for several seconds. For some reason he didn't like to see her like this. Didn't want to see her hurt, bleeding and weak. Must be this stupid inner feral thing he decided. Simple feral instincts telling him to mate with her, wanting her safe, wanting to care for her. He growled and pushed the unwanted feelings aside.
"Brain and memory have been restored sir" Stryker said after checking the scans on the monitor.
Victor nodded "Good" he mumbled as he looked over at the little feral woman lying on the table.
"What do we do with her?" Mystique asked.
"Leave her here till she wakes, I don't care" Creed sneered, annoyed by the concern in Mystique's voice.
"Boss, maybe we could make up a room for her with a bed. She will rest and heal a lot faster that way".
Victor rolled his eyes. Agitated with everyone telling him what to do and angry with himself for wanting actually to find her a bed and take care of her. The building had more than enough rooms, but she was his captive. Not a guest.
"Fuck off shifter" he snapped.
"C'mon boss".
He growled in the blue woman's face "I said I don't give a shit. Besides, she's got a room, downstairs in the basement".
Mystique knitted her invisible brows together, used to her boss' mood swings and therefore not very impressed.
"You want to take her back to the that cell?" she asked in astonishment. "Seriously?".
"She is not a fucking guest here blue butt." Victor barked as he gathered the little feral woman in his arms and walked towards the doors to the basement. "You've already shown her around as if she's the newest fucking Brotherhood member. Well, guess what, she's not. I'm putting her back in her cage, where she belongs".
"At least leave the door open. It's not like she can escape".
"Don't fucking tell me what to do" he said as he kicked open the doors and made his way down to the basement.
It seemed his employees needed a little lesson in who was boss around here. Fucking telling him what to do. He could do whatever he damned well pleased with this little wolf. His little wolf. She was nothing more than his possession. A tool to use as he saw fit. And if he wanted her to sleep in a cell like an obedient little dog, then she'd sleep in a fucking cell.
He entered the small room, walked over to the cot and very ungentlemanly dropped her on it. Looking her over, he sighed. Fine, he'd leave the fucking door open. That way she could find her way to the toilet or kitchen when necessary. She didn't actually needed to be locked up.
Something made him not want to leave instantly though. He kneeled down and slowly moved her head around to check for any lasting injuries. Her ears had stopped bleeding and she was sounds asleep and less pale. When he felt the backside of her head, he found three little bullets stuck in her thick hair. Holding them up against the light, he found they were adamantium.
Damn. She had literally taken in the adamantium bullets, absorbed them, then her body rejected them and she had healed completely.
Fascinating, he decided.
He gently put her head back on the cot and left the cell. She'd be fine. Not that he gave a shit. Just as long as she was healthy enough to absorb more damage from Jimmy. That was all he cared about. His brother. Not this little bitch he captured. She was a disposable frail like all the others. Okay fine, maybe not like all the others, but still inferior to him in every way. No matter how good she smelled or how pretty she was with her cute plump lips and big doe eyes.
"How are you feeling?".
It was Mystique, she was leaning against the frame of the cell door and waited for Ylva to wake up.
"Uhm… I… okay I guess" she managed to answer as she sleepily pushed herself up on her elbows.
"You know, I told the boss we should give you a nice room, make you a bed to rest in, but he's been a little edgy since you've arrived. Don't know what's wrong with him" the blue mutant explained ironically "So he wouldn't have any of it and dropped you here. Not very gentlemanly of him if you ask me".
Ylva laughed softly "Thank you, that was kind of you Mystique. Can I call you Mystique by the way?".
"Well, what else should you call me?".
"Dunno, I thought maybe you had a last name and I shouldn't be so familiar with you".
"Mystique is appreciated" she answered "Here, drink this. And don't worry, it's just water".
She handed her the bottle and Ylva downed in all at once.
"Thanks. Can I ask you something?".
"Ask away".
"What are your abilities?".
"I'm a shape shifter. I can imitate anyone. Even the voice".
"Wow" Ylva gasped in amazement "That's amazing. Can you show me?".
Mystique chuckled softly, amused by her enthusiasm. "Sure" she said as she changed into Toad and then Quicksilver.
"I'm sure you remember these two" Mystique said snickering, sounding exactly like Quicksilver.
Ylva's eyes widened some more when Mystique flawlessly changed into Victor and a few seconds later she was staring at the exact image of herself.
She jumped up and walked over to herself/Mystique.
"This is so cool" she gasped as she slowly touched her face. "No one would ever be able to tell the difference".
Mystique changed back into her original blue form "Boss always knows. He can smell it. You probably can too".
"Whatever" Ylva waved her objections away "Your ability is the coolest I've ever seen".
"Except for the blue skin" Mystique replied most seriously.
Ylva made a face "What do you mean? I like your blue skin. Sets you apart from others who are common, normal, boring looking".
The shapeshifter showed a slight smile "C'mon, I'll introduce you to some people. Some are dying to meet you".
There was a common area where Mystique introduced her properly to everyone, even though they had already seen her yesterday before Victor sent (more like scared) them away. They were surprisingly friendly to her, some a little too friendly like Avalanche. And some shook her hand and quickly left, like Quicksilver. Who literally left extremely quick.
Ylva was quiet and just listened to the conversations around her. The fact that she only just met these people made her shy. Also, she was an outcast, not one of them. They didn't share anything except for the X-gene.
She wasn't too bothered by the fact that they were criminals. It was just that social situations in which she didn't really feel a connection to the people made her anxious.
"You know, I could fix that for you if you like" she said to Toad after inspecting the scratches on his face. Very deep scratches that she herself put there.
"Nah, don't bother" he thanked her "Boss won't like it if you do that".
"C'mon, you will be scarred for life if I don't. He won't even notice, it will only take me two seconds or so".
Toad hesitantly moved closer to her and looked over his shoulder, but it didn't seem Creed was paying attention to them.
"Okay quickly then" he agreed.
She shifted closer to him, putting her warm hands around his face and closing her eyes to focus. There was only a small beam of light this time and within two seconds the scratches on Toad's face disappeared. Ylva groaned in pain when the deep scratches spread on her face instead, but instantly healed due to her healing factor.
"Shit. Wolf-girl, are you okay?" Toad asked in concern as he grabbed her arms to hold her steady.
"Yeah don't worry about it. Oh, look!" she said as she touched his face gently "Now you look your normal handsome self again".
She smiled brightly, very content with her work and no longer feeling so guilty about putting the scratches there in the first place. Even though it had been self-defense.
He smiled back at her "Well, as normal as I'll ever be anyway. Thanks miss".
"Call me Ylva please" she chuckled softly at his comment about normality. Genuinely smiling and feeling good for the first time in days.
Creed witnessed it all and was far from pleased. He growled internally as she put her hands on Toad's face. Choked up when he saw the scratches appear on her face and he almost snapped when Toad took hold of her arms. It was the first time he saw an actual smile on that perfect face and it was Toad's doing. And now his hands were on her arms, her hand against his face, she smiled at him. It was too fucking much. The bitch wasn't here to have the time of her life.
He narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth and growled madly. Within seconds he was behind her, grabbing her arms and hissing in her ear.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?".
She half turned her face, her features showing confusion and anxiety combined.
"Mister Creed, I was just healing Toad's scratches becau-"
He pulled her arms roughly, dragging her over the couch and towards the door. The other mutants were staring as he dragged her out of the common room. Mystique was the only one who wasn't surprised. She knew Victor well and his temper when he was jealous.
"Ouch!"
He ignored her signs of pain as he continued to drag her through the hallway up to his office.
"Let go of my arm! You are hurting me!".
"Yeah, I give a damn" he growled as he opened the door to his office and shoved her against the wall. She groaned painfully.
He turned her around so her face was facing the wall as he twisted her arm violently behind her back.
"What did you think you were doing back there little wolf?" he questioned her angrily as he pushed his full body weight against her back.
"I told you already! I was just healing Toad".
"Now why the fuck would you do something like that?".
"Let go of my arm!" She struggled against him, but was hardly a match.
"I asked you a question. Why were you healing Frog Face?".
"Because I scratched him and if I don't heal him, he will be scarred for life".
"Ah yes" he spat sarcastically "You and your fucking bleeding heart. Always willing to help, aren't you? It's fucking pathetic".
He let go of her twisted arm and rammed his fist in the wall next to her head. She jumped in fear and yelped, pressing her body further into the wall, wishing she could phase through it. With his massive body behind her, still pinning her between his massive physique and the wall, she had nowhere to go.
He fisted a hand into her hair and pulled her head slightly back, bringing his mouth close to her ear.
"Now you listen carefully little wolf. You are here to heal Jimmy and no one else. Got that? Any energy you have, you spend on him and him alone. You think you can walk in here and wrap everyone around your little finger? With your big blue eyes and your cute smiles? Well you are wrong and-"
"Stop it!" she yelled as she struggled to turn around and face him, not one bit intimidated by the closeness of his face and the anger blazing in his dark gray eyes. She brought her hands up and pushed hard against his chest.
"You are not my boss! I am not in your stupid Brotherhood and I am most definitely not your bloody possession!".
He instantly grabbed her throat and slammed her back against the wall, holding her up there and pressing himself against her with his full body. She gasped for air and tried to claw at his strong hand.
"My possession is exactly what you are" he sneered at her.
For a few seconds they simply glared at each other, breathing hard.
Then she saw a shift in his dark eyes. Lust.
His licked his lower lip slowly as he lowered his eyes to her mouth.
Still holding her by the throat, his other hand slowly started roaming her body, her arms, down her stomach and over her hips. One of his legs moved between her thighs, holding her up against the wall. She could feel how hard he was as he pressed against her. He smirked wickedly, enjoying the waves of fear coming off her. It really was addictive to smell her.
And to feel her.
"Keep talking like that little wolf, and I'll throw you over that desk and screw you into oblivion" he hissed as he let go of her throat.
She didn't say anything, just stared at him with big eyes. Those big blue deer eyes. Fucking bitch.
"Wanna talk back to me some more?" he dared her. Hoping she'd have the guts to stand up to him again. Just to give him a reason to do what he wanted to. And it'd be her own dumbass fault if he lost control on her.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down and locked her eyes with his once more.
"No, but please let me explain Mister Creed, sir. All I did was heal someone that I hurt. Why is that so wrong? I am here against my will. I help you the best I can and still you insist on insulting me, hurting me and violating me. Why?".
He smirked down at her, slightly disappointed that she wouldn't play his game. He leaned into her and whispered dangerously.
"Because no matter what you think, I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. You are my possession little wolf".
"I'm not ya know" she whispered with her head down.
He growled internally and pressured her throat some more "Do yourself a big fucking favor and learn when to bite your tongue. Or I will teach you".
Her eyes shot up and she eyed him fearfully. Now this was the way he liked it. She was scared as she should be. Not talking back like some mouthy cunt. He smirked as he pressed himself tightly against her, his right hand slowly stroking her hair, down her neck and shoulder. Breathing heavily down her face and getting more aroused by the second. God he wanted to fuck this little bitch. Over and over again.
He slowly licked his lips and deeply inhaled her scent once more.
"You're really beautiful you know that?".
She blinked. Not sure she heard him correctly.
What the hell?
She frowned in confusion and felt her cheeks flush. What did he just say?
He cocked his brow "Something wrong with your manners? Aren't you gonna say 'thank you mister Creed'?".
"Uhm… thank you… mister Creed" she stammered slowly.
"Yeah" he mused as his hand continually stroke her face and hair "You're really beautiful and you smell fucking amazing. Not like anything I've ever smelled before little wolf".
He brought his face down and pressed it against her neck. When he raked his sharp teeth down her neck he noticed how she fought to suppress a moan, but failed.
She couldn't help but inhale his scent too and for a moment she wondered what it'd be like to…
No!
His mutton chops were tickling her cheeks as he growled into her ear;
"And the only thing stopping me from fucking your brains out, is the fact that I need you healthy and alive for my brother. All the other dolls, they always ended up broken after I was done playing with 'em. Which makes me wonder. How long would you last?".
Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped for air at his threat.
He loved her terrified face, the way her breath was stuck somewhere in her throat. He loved every second of it.
"I think" he tauntingly continued "You'd last a lot longer than the others. I think you and I can play for at least a week before you beg me to kill you. Don't you think? I mean, you'd be bleeding from every hole possible but still, you'd live".
She eyed his lips in terror. And this time she was definitely not wondering what it'd be like to touch those lips with her own.
"So don't taunt me again little wolf" he continued his threats "Because next time you think it's wise to stand up to me and talk back, I might wanna test that theory".
She shifted her gaze and looked away, too scared to say anything back.
"From now on, you're going to be obedient. Understood?".
She closed her eyes for a second and bit her tongue. There was so much she wanted to say to that. Also her knee was perfectly angled to kick him in the nuts.
"Yes sir" she murmured instead as she reminded herself that she wanted to see Jason again.
"Good girl" he replied softly as he slowly let go of her throat and took a step back "Now grab us a bottle of whiskey and something to eat for dinner".
Her eyes shot up to meet his.
"Us?" she asked unsure of what she just heard.
"Yes us, did I stutter?".
"No, I heard you" she assured him "I will be right back".
They sat quietly together, each on their own end of the big sofa in his office, eating their dinner. He continually eyed her up and down as she tried hard to avoid his gaze and eat without feeling uncomfortable.
"I may have come on a bit strong earlier" he suddenly broke the silence as he finished the pizza "But I'm just trying to look out for you really".
Shit, this guy truly suffered from severe mood swings. A bit strong? Seriously? He pretty much threatened to rape her in every way possible and then kill her. He also hurt her psychically. That's what he called 'coming on a bit strong?'
"I'm sorry?" she asked in confusion.
What was he talking about and how on earth was he trying to look out for her? So far he was the only person here who had manhandled her.
"You shouldn't be so familiar with people little wolf. Especially not with Earth-quake-boy and Frog Face".
Creed obviously didn't lack imagination when he had to think of degrading nicknames for his Brotherhood members. She figured he was talking about Avalanche and Toad.
"Well, I didn't know I was doing something wrong. So, sorry".
He just eyed her again and smirked "You slept a long time last night. Almost eighteen hours".
"I was tired" she simply stated.
"I'm not surprised. After our little adventure in the woods and then that voodoo shit you did on my brother".
Where the hell was he going with this? Was he seriously making small talk?
"Should I sleep less?" she hesitantly asked him, unsure of the point of this conversation.
He grinned widely and leaned back onto the sofa "No little wolf, sleep all you like".
She reached for the bottle of water on the table. Every minute this conversation lasted, she felt more awkward in his presence. Why was she even here? Why were they having 'dinner' together after that massive run in they had?
"He's your father, isn't he?" Creed suddenly broke the uncomfortable silence.
So that was the reason. Check.
She didn't answer instantly even though she knew perfectly well to whom he was referring. Stryker.
"Yes" she finally whispered as she looked away. Ashamed to admit where she came from.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Only your own blood can get under your skin like that" Creed mused as he thought of Jimmy "But don't be ashamed little wolf. We can't help where we come from. You're nothing like him".
She didn't quite know what to say to that. He actually said a somewhat nice thing.
"It's ironic if you think about it'' he continued ''I used to work for your father, and now he works for me, and so do you". He chuckled as he took another gulp of beer.
She raised her brows, looking at him in amusement "Sure, ironic is exactly what I would call it" she said as she rolled her eyes and laughed a little at him.
It pierced right through him when she laughed. Her already bright eyes lit up even more and she seemed relaxed around him for the first time. She even smelled less tense.
He didn't want her to relax. He wanted her on edge. Scared and obedient like a good little girl. And he hated the fact that something buried deep inside him, enjoyed her casually lounging around him, eating with him.
Unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Not how it should be.
"Get up. I think Jimmy could do with another dose of your healing mumbo jumbo"
Victor POV
When she cured Jimmy's brain damage, she seemed to be on the verge of dying herself for several seconds. And for some fucked up reason it made my inner feral roar in agony like it never has before.
I don't care about her, but I don't need to see her hurt either. She's my pet.
Yeah, that's it.
My pet. That's what she is. And I don't need my pet broken yet.
Maybe I'll break her myself when all this Jimmy business is behind us. Once he's healed I can play and do with my pet whatever I want.
Except of course I gave her my word that I would let her go. I've never broken a promise in my entire life. It's possibly the only good thing about me. If I give you my word, you can trust I will honor it.
Which means I will have to find ways of playing with my pet before the Jimmy business is over, but without breaking her.
I wonder why she would ever use these mutant healing powers though. If it causes her so much pain, so much hurt, why on earth would she ever use it?
It's a stupid mutation.
Which makes me wonder…
She is already feral, that is her primary mutation. Like me. So this healing thing must be a secondary mutation. But secondary mutations need to be awakened. Sometimes they surface because of trauma, shock or torture. So I wonder what happened for her secondary mutation to surface.
Not that it matters. I'm just glad it's here and I can use it.
Use her.
But her goodness disgusts me. I ran a background check so I know what she does besides her job as a concert pianist. She teaches piano to kids whose parents can't afford her usual rate. Every minute of her spare time goes to taking care of her older brother. And she gives way too much money to charity's like animal shelters.
Dumb cunt.
Her life choices are ridiculous, especially for a feral. Had she chosen to join some sort of mutant organization, even that school Xavier runs, she'd be fucking loaded.
My new pet is a do-gooder and I hate her for it.
That's why I wanna break her. I want to make her snap. I want her to fight me, try to hurt me so I can punish her for it. Fuck, I would enjoy that. The thought alone makes me rock hard.
The fact that the first time I saw her smile, it was Toad's doing, makes me feel murderous. It's not jealousy. I don't need to be jealous. It's possessiveness which is completely natural for a feral.
She's my pet and Toad had his hands on her. She had her hands on him when she healed him.
I'll add this to the list of stuff I'm gonna punish her for.
And for fuck sake, when I had her pressed against that wall I threatened her with a bunch of stuff I don't even remember. Probably some horrible shit I never really intent on doing to her. But I don't like how she's not scared enough.
She's mouthy.
She's defiant.
She glares at me. At me.
Nobody fucking glares at me. She even rolled her eyes once. I see her do that one more time and I won't be held responsible for the consequences.
I need to break her and her sassy mouth.
She's pretty fucking brave though, I'll give her that. The way she handles this situation. Credit where credit is due. Although I will never say that out loud to her.
The only reason I wanted to eat in her presence, is because I wanted to know if she would tell me about Stryker herself. But of course she wouldn't. She's ashamed of where she came from. 'The sins of the father' and all that bullshit.
When I read her background check again it seemed I had missed that piece of information.
I know a lot about my pet from that background check.
But there was one thing I couldn't possibly find out despite all that paperwork.
One thing I would've never thought about her either. Because she seems so pure, so perfect. But that's just exterior.
You see, when I had her pressed against that wall with my hand around her throat, threatening to hurt her, I smelled her fear. A lot of fear and a lot of defiance. But mostly fear.
But also something else. Something I would've never guessed. Something I wouldn't even dream about with my wildest imagination. Something more intoxicating and addictive than anything I've ever smelled before.
Her sweet little pussy was salivating for me.