Disclaimer: I don't own Chaotic
Those three days didn't go well for the daughter of Klay and Krystella. She woke up the morning after being kidnapped thinking it had just been a bad dream. She laid there for a minute to let it all sink in. But then she felt the dirt underneath her and realized she was not in her bed. Her eyes opened and she sat up, panic rushing through her viens. Her head was already throbbing, but she had to get out of where she was.
She looked to her left. Just a wall, but the cave was too dark for a human to see it. She looked to her right. There was a light, and that probably meant a way out. She ran towards it as though her life depended on it.
Her heart sunk as Van Bloot landed in the entrance. As he smiled sinisterly at her, her eyes widened and teared up. Van Bloot loved that terrified look on her face.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with his hands on his hips
"Home." she said sadly "Please, I have nothing to offer you. Let me leave. You won't get any leverage out of a human."
"Maybe not, but I can certainly get a nice meal out of one." he said as took a few steps towards her. She wanted so badly to run away from him, but her legs were still frozen from the fear. He circled around her as he continued. "But you're too pretty for a meal." she went from scared to disgusted, but he ignored it and gently grabbed her chin. He liked having at least one hand on her "I can't have my cake and eat it too."
She smacked his hand away. "Forget it!" she said as she put her fists behind her back and bent over slightly in shat he assumed was supposed to be an intimidating pose. "I may be a prisoner," she straightened herself up and folded her arms "but I am not here for your entertainment."
Her cheeks turned slightly red as she finished her sentence. Van Bloot stared into her eyes for a moment, but she felt as though he was staring into her soul. She turned her head away from his gaze, cheeks turning more red from the anger and the discomfort of their conversation.
"You're brave to deny a creature of something he wants." Van Bloot said quietly yet threateningly
"Brave?" she asked as she rolled her eyes "Yeah right! I'm just stubborn."
Van Bloot raised a brow at what she said. Why would she deny a compliment and try to replace it with an insult, even if there was a possibility that she was telling the truth?
"You don't think very highly of yourself." Van Bloot assumed
"Why should I?" she asked angrily and looked at the ground "I'm a human living in the world of Perim. What good am I for when compared to a creature?"
"So the town's people haven't been treating you nicely?" Van Bloot didn't really care, but he wanted to see how far she would go for the sake of revenge.
"Nice enough, I guess."
Van Bloot was not happy with a neutral answer. He grabbed her chin again. She looked him in the eyes. He could see sorrow, and he wanted to manipulate it. "Who was the meanest to you?"
"I guess the girls I live with." she didn't sound certain of it, but that answer would work
"Then we'll start with them."
Her eyes widened again. Van Bloot grinned at her reaction and wrapped his arms around her waist. She tried to fight against him, but even with her struggling, it didn't take any effort for the winged creature to force her out of the cave.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Back home." Von Bloot said as though he was teasing her "Isn't that where you wanted to go?"
Yeah, but not with you! she thought.
She had enough sense to not say it. Instead she just reminded him, "I can still walk."
"Hold my hand." he said as he let go of her
"Excuse me?" she asked as he kept walking "Why would you want me to do that? I'm not going to run off."
"You already tried to once." he reminded her and came to a stop. He turned slightly and reached a hand out towards her, palm up. "I'm giving you the opportunity to walk. Isn't that what you wanted?" She hesitated. Van Bloot stayed calm, but he didn't like how she was acting. "You'd best do as I say before I break your legs."
She gave in to his demands. She didn't look at him even once as he lead her back to the plantation he took her from the night before. It was a long, quiet walk, but like all things, it finally came to an end. She had never been more upset about seeing her home; she knew Van Bloot was up to something.
"What are you going to do to them?" she asked with fear in her voice
"Why are so worried about them?" Van Bloot was disgusted with her soft heart, but if she was still concerned about people who had bullied her, then her loyalty could deffinately prove useful to him.
"We've lived together so long, I guess I got attched." she didn't realise until now just how important those creatures were to her.
"Were they ever nice to you?" Van Bloot started with the good times. He had learned this trick a while ago. Van Bloot would start with making her remember the good times, then he would remind her of how much the bad times outweighed the good.
"They shared their leftovers with me a few times." she couldn't think of any other happy times with them
"Food that was going to be thrown out anyways?" Van Bloot wasn't going to have a hard time pulling her strings at all "That was all they did for you? Did you do anything to earn it?"
"I helped them with their choirs." she said sadly "I was so hungry." her stomach growled to remind her that she hadn't eaten breakfast or dinner.
"They're all working, aren't they?" Van Bloot knew that they probably would be this time of day
"Yeah." she didn't know why he wanted to know. She wasn't as concerned for her former co-workers as she was a few seconds ago, but she didn't want Van Bloot to kill them.
"Let's go get something to eat." he said as he opened the door for her. At this point she knew better than to disobey him."We'll talk about what to do with them while we're having breakfast." as he closed the door, he told her "I'm going to teach you how to torture people."