Chapter 7

Sinister carried her over his shoulder out to the stable and dropped her onto her bottom onto the ground. Making sure to keep the chain in his hand he saddled his horse as quickly as possible. She would grab her chain and pull while he saddled the horse, and he would have to pause and pull back to make sure she didn't get loose but eventually he got his horse saddled and went to pick her up off the ground she tried to crawl away, but he was quicker. Once he was upon her, he grabbed her and pulled her up to him. She kicked and squirmed and pushed against him.

"Will you stop!" He yelled at her, but she continued. "Fine fine fine. Have it your way."

He said and lifted her up into the horse. She tried to get down, but he used her leash as a handle to get on the horse and if she tried, to do as she wanted she would have gone headfirst to the ground. He positioned himself behind her, his hands wrapped around her to hold the reins. There was nothing she could do. "That's not so bad is it?" He asked her. He urged his horse on into a full gallop and the rode off into the desert.

A few hours later...

After a few hours, Angel felt him reaching around her to pull her more onto his lap and once in a while he would slip his hand under her shirt to get a feel, she would do her best not to let their bodies touch and then she got the idea to whip her head back and head butted him when his hand snaked around again. He suddenly stopped the horse, got down her chain still in his hand. She seen his cold eyes glaring at her and realized she had given him a bloody nose.

"Do you think that's funny?" He asked her licking the blood off his lip. He jerked her chain and she fell of the horse. She sat up uninjured, the sand was soft and hot she stood up and he got back on the horse whipping under his nose as he did so.

"I can't say it enough, you're a spit fire." He said turning to her. "That's why I like you. You don't quit." He urged the horse forward, with her still off the horse, he kept the horses pace slow enough for her to walk with it. "Let's see if you can be a little bit more reasonable." He said holding her leash behind him.

A few hours later...

The sun was hot and her throat was dry. Her skin hurts from the sun, and it was red where her clothes did not cover her fragile skin. Her eyes were blurred with white her ears pounded...she grabbed her leash and fell to the ground which jerked the man in the saddle to the ground. He stood up unhurt from the soft sand and looked at her she was unconscious on the ground. He approached her and realized she had bad sun burns. He cursed himself for not paying closer attention to her.

"If I hadn't been watching the blasted guards." He told himself. He walked to the horse waterskin and walked back to her he dropped to his knees and brushed her long dark spiky hair out of her face he gathered her up in his arms and lap and dribbles small amounts of water into her mouth. He then poured a small amount into hand and wiped her face with it. She moaned, and stirred but did not wake.

"Curse you." Sinister said as he continued to hold her. He felt his groin get hard after her moaning and he shifted her around in his lap to adjust himself. He took a little more water and put it on her face again. Her eyes slowly opened.

"Hi." He said. She immediately weakly pushed at his chest trying to push him away, but it was no use she was too weak. He efforts where useless. He just pulled her closer to him and her arms gave out.

"Let's call a truce, huh?" He said. She didn't budge and he scooped her up better before standing and carrying her to the horse. He slowly was able to mount his horse with her in his arms. Once upon his horse they continued their journey, Sinister evaded many of the guards by watching carefully in the distance for them. They were easy to spot because they traveled in large groups and Sinister was able to hide behind hills or travel around them but much further away. By this time the sun started to set, and Angel began to stir in his arms.

"Be careful you might arouse me again." He whispered in her ear as she wiggled around in his arms. She suddenly stilled and he looked down at her. Her eyes were on his face, no emotions showing.

"Let's make our truce. You don't give me anymore trouble, as much as it excites me, and I promise not to make you walk in the desert anymore." She nodded, and weakly coughed.

"Need a little more water?" She nodded again and wiggles around to sit up. He stopped his horse and grabbed the waterskin to give her more water. He held and tilted it for her, while she drank her weak shaky hands reached up to grab his hands and the waterskin to help hold it place while she drank.

"Good girl." He said while she drank. She pushed gently when she was done to indicate she had finished drinking and he put the waterskin away. She settled herself in the horse in front of him and the continued to ride.

A few moments later...

"Look we are almost there." Sinister told her and pointed to the large building in the distance. "That's where we are going." He said. And her urged his horse into a gallop.