***Lady Vaati***
I utter a slight moan of protest as his lips meet mine. My eyes drift slowly closed as he kisses me with a hunger, awakening something within me. I feel light-headed, almost as if I'm floating, suspended in this moment in time.
When he finally pulls away, I open my emerald eyes to meet his brown ones. I am terrified to see a glint in them, of victory and a slight satisfaction. I feel my face drain of color as I simply stare at him. It is then I become aware of the exact placement of his hands.
I flinch as I feel his fingers trace over my skin, both at my ribs and at my waist. Confusion infiltrates my mind as I wonder how, exactly, we got to be in such a position: my body pressed against his, our body heat mingling together in a strangely intimate way. Glancing down, I see a slit at my ribcage, made by a dagger I see lying on the ground by his feet. I assume he got to my waist in the same fashion.
I silently curse myself for leaving myself open, unguarded, but my mind is drawn into a state of panic and fear as he runs the fingers of one hand up to rest on the skin directly below certain areas on my chest. I do not bother to hide my fear as I meet his eyes. A smile curls his pallid lips as he sees the effect his actions have on me.
Without warning, he runs one hand up to rest on my chest, while the other finds a place on my upper thigh. I jerk violently, hoping to dislodge his grip. He narrows his eyes, and that one action, for one reason or another, sends fear coursing through me. I reluctantly cease my struggling, standing still before him.
He smirks at me as he draws closer, trailing his lips up to my ear where he whispers, "You like this, don't deny it, little Goddess..."
I shudder in reaction to both his words and the feel of his breath on my skin. I hear him chuckle before he nibbles my earlobe, causing me to gasp softly at the unexpected action. My breath catches in my throat as he trails his lips down to the crook of my neck, where he kisses and nibbles the skin there before moving down to my collarbones.
Biting my lip to keep my silence, I let him do what he wants. There's really no point in resisting; he'd do this anyways, and make it a thousand times worse. I expect him to pull away after a while, but he doesn't. He just keeps going, slowly moving to more...personal areas.
As his hand brushes a certain area, I jerk suddenly, giving him a death glare as I meet his eyes for an instant. Despite the look I'm giving him, I feel tears well in my eyes as I realize the extent he will probably go with this. Furious, I turn my head away, not moving even when I feel tears make tracks down my cheeks.
Ghirahim lifts his hand to brush my tears away, but before he can, I snarl a foul curse at him in Minish, spitting at him soon after. Anger flares in his eyes for an instant, before it fades, to be replaced with an emotion truly unreadable. Lowering his hand, he says quietly, "Forgive me. I forgot who I was dealing with." Not saying another word, he summons his sword and cuts through the chains binding me. I fall to the ground on my hands and knees, my breathing still irregular and my heart beating fast. I do not react as I feel him place a surprisingly gentle hand on my shoulder and teleports us back to my cell.
After a few moments of deep breathing to calm myself and return my heart rate to normal, I lift my head, expecting to see Ghirahim before me. I blink in shock as I don't see him. He is gone.