by the time they had reached their destination, an apple pie country home, a seed of rebellion had planted itself in My mind, growing and flowering into full-fledged resistance to everything she ordered.
"Step out of the car, McQueen." I can tell her patience is growing thin, the smooth edges of her tome are growing razor-sharp. I will not give in.
"No" I respond quietly, defiant as I can be. It shakes my will when i feel the cold metal against my ear, but I'm certain she won't kill me.
"I can let you walk out, or I can drag you out. Your choice." Every bit of fondness in her voice was gone, replaced my harsh malice. I do not budge.
A quiet sigh of "I warned you" is my only sign before she violently pistol whips me, I'm out almost immediately.
It's better than being shot.
My senses come back slowly, and i dare not move until completely sure of where i was. Everything felt a little hazy, and for a moment I'm sure i don't have a brain any longer. Slowly flexing each of my fingers and toes, i asses my current physical state. I'm hungry, of course, we'd been on the road for hours without break and it felt like someone had cracked my head open (a very real possibility, Loviatar was stronger than she looked). Further into my investigation i was aware that i was not in the clothes i started with, my jeans had been traded out for hospital scrubs and my jacket and t-shirt were replaced with a loose tank top. It didn't seem that anything had been... tampered with, but it still made me uncomfortable that i had allowed this to happen. I should have been smarter, resistance would have gotten me nothing but an injury. A weakness.
"I know your awake." was spoken somewhere to his right shoulder, How long had she been there?
Sitting up from my face-down position on the floor, i turned to look at her. too late i realized the error of my actions, throbbing pain ripped through my skull and i flinched. Peering through the fog of pain, i caught her smiling, her teeth almost seemed canine in a way. Sharp, meant to inflict pain. I didn't want to know what she had planned for me.
"Oh how I enjoy to watch you suffer..." Suddenly she was a breath away, her green contacts gone, revealing the crystalline blue. They were the color of the ocean, and if she were any other person, i would have complimented her.
Her hand wrapped around my jaw, and with a violent shake she took in my squeezed shut eyes and grating teeth like they were drugs. She was addicted to my pain and she didn't want to get clean.
"You have such beautiful eyes..." Her breath inched it's way down my neck, and with a violent pull she crashed our lips together. My teeth clicked painfully with her but she continued with so much force I was sure I was going to crack a tooth. With the violentness of her move, he was again thrown head first into a world of pain so bad it felt as if he had no strength to push her away.
"Such pretty eyes..." She mumbled into the kiss, "Maybe... Maybe I'll keep them"
Horror kick started the adrenaline in his body and he pulled away to the best of his ability, waves of pain kept him from moving far, but she didn't pursue him. Backing himself into a way he glimpsed her stepping away from him through his fading consciousness.
"Oh darling... you may not be fond of me now, but you will grow to love me." She smiled, but it looked more like a grimace, "Even if i have to beat it into you."
His consciousness faded, and he welcomed the escape.