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Essa gave a small shrug. “Only if you have a record. I’m betting you’ve never been caught. Or if you have, nothing came of it.” He might be older than her, but he didn’t seem like he’d spent any time in prison. Certainly not for murder or the like. Besides, judging from the house they were in now, his boss - this Mr. Moretti - seemed more than connected enough to make any charges or evidence simply go away.
She looked up at him with those same wide eyes as he took the book from her hands, flipping through a few pages and showing her exactly what information had drawn him to the book. She blanched paler slightly, but she read over the page with interest. “That’s smart,” she said finally. “You really are a hard worker to put so much effort into perfecting your... craft.” It felt weird to talk about killing in such a way but she wasn’t dumb enough to take the bait he’d laid out so clearly before her. She wasn’t going to shake in terror or give him a lecture. Both were a waste of time. Her precious remaining time.
“I guess that’s why he trusted you with me, right? And gave you this place. You earned it.”
She glanced around the room for a moment before her gaze landed back on him with only curiosity in their deep hazel depths. “So what made you decide to be a killer?”
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Essa gave a small shrug. “Only if you have a record. I’m betting you’ve never been caught. Or if you have, nothing came of it.” He might be older than her, but he didn’t seem like he’d spent any time in prison. Certainly not for murder or the like. Besides, judging from the house they were in now, his boss - this Mr. Moretti - seemed more than connected enough to make any charges or evidence simply go away.
She looked up at him with those same wide eyes as he took the book from her hands, flipping through a few pages and showing her exactly what information had drawn him to the book. She blanched paler slightly, but she read over the page with interest. “That’s smart,” she said finally. “You really are a hard worker to put so much effort into perfecting your... craft.” It felt weird to talk about killing in such a way but she wasn’t dumb enough to take the bait he’d laid out so clearly before her. She wasn’t going to shake in terror or give him a lecture. Both were a waste of time. Her precious remaining time.
“I guess that’s why he trusted you with me, right? And gave you this place. You earned it.”
She glanced around the room for a moment before her gaze landed back on him with only curiosity in their deep hazel depths. “So what made you decide to be a killer?”
Essa gave a small shrug. “Only if you have a record. I’m betting you’ve never been caught. Or if you have, nothing came of it.” He might be older than her, but he didn’t seem like he’d spent any time in prison. Certainly not for murder or the like. Besides, judging from the house they were in now, his boss - this Mr. Moretti - seemed more than connected enough to make any charges or evidence simply go away.
She looked up at him with those same wide eyes as he took the book from her hands, flipping through a few pages and showing her exactly what information had drawn him to the book. She blanched paler slightly, but she read over the page with interest. “That’s smart,” she said finally. “You really are a hard worker to put so much effort into perfecting your... craft.” It felt weird to talk about killing in such a way but she wasn’t dumb enough to take the bait he’d laid out so clearly before her. She wasn’t going to shake in terror or give him a lecture. Both were a waste of time. Her precious remaining time.
“I guess that’s why he trusted you with me, right? And gave you this place. You earned it.”
She glanced around the room for a moment before her gaze landed back on him with only curiosity in their deep hazel depths. “So what made you decide to be a killer?”
Kyros poured three fingers of rum into his glass this time. He needed a way to keep the edge off his nerves without compromising too much of his reaction time in case shit hit the fan. But at the same time he figured he could relax a tiny bit with her here. They were on the third floor of a well guarded and huge compound. She was wearing nothing but an oversized old shirt. As long as he didn’t really let her out of his sight, he figured there couldn’t be too much harm in keeping his own nerves in check from being stuck here instead of being out working the streets as usual. He picked the glass up and swirled it around, cocking a brow and looking at her through his lashes, suspicion clear on his features as she… was she complimenting his skills in killing people? That… was unexpected. “Yeah. I earned it alright.” He muttered and downed the drink in two swigs. The liquor burned down his throat, and warmed his blood stream in seconds. Soon it would hit his senses enough that he’d be able to stop thinking about the walls ever getting tighter around him.
‘So what made you decide to be a killer?’
He set the glass down a bit harder on the countertop than he’d intended - the glass twirling around as it settled. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes on her. What was she playing at? Asking him all these things. Complimenting his ‘craft.’ Oh… she was trying to get him to lower his guard. Worm her way past his defenses, or some shit. Fucking, too many movie watching, princess. But what the hell. He’d give her an answer. As he talked, he loped over to the one other chair at the table. Grabbed it and pulled it around so that he could sit and get right in her face. “I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to be a killer. Something like that… it takes passion, hatred stronger than anything you could ever imagine, little princess. He grabbed the seat of her chair and turned it so that she was forced to face him - he kept his hands wrapped around the edges of the seat, his wrists touching her legs, as he leaned forward and made sure he had her full attention. A fire blazed in his hard grey eyes as he spoke. “It eats and tears and claws at your soul until there is nothing left but blackness. Until the only thing you can think of is the feel of your hands around their throat. And you squeeze as hard as you can. You don’t let go as they thrash about for air. You don’t let go as they claw desperately at your arms and face. You don’t let go when you feel their windpipe collapse under your grip. You don’t even let go when they stop moving.” He stood on his feet, but kept his hands where they were, leaning over her so he could whisper in her ear. His voice was low and rumbling, yet terribly alluring, just like the picture he painted with his words. “It’s an intoxicating rush, holding a life in my hands, princess. Knowing they can do nothing about it. Knowing they can’t stop me. I very much like that rush.”
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Kyros poured three fingers of rum into his glass this time. He needed a way to keep the edge off his nerves without compromising too much of his reaction time in case shit hit the fan. But at the same time he figured he could relax a tiny bit with her here. They were on the third floor of a well guarded and huge compound. She was wearing nothing but an oversized old shirt. As long as he didn’t really let her out of his sight, he figured there couldn’t be too much harm in keeping his own nerves in check from being stuck here instead of being out working the streets as usual. He picked the glass up and swirled it around, cocking a brow and looking at her through his lashes, suspicion clear on his features as she… was she complimenting his skills in killing people? That… was unexpected. “Yeah. I earned it alright.” He muttered and downed the drink in two swigs. The liquor burned down his throat, and warmed his blood stream in seconds. Soon it would hit his senses enough that he’d be able to stop thinking about the walls ever getting tighter around him.
‘So what made you decide to be a killer?’
He set the glass down a bit harder on the countertop than he’d intended - the glass twirling around as it settled. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes on her. What was she playing at? Asking him all these things. Complimenting his ‘craft.’ Oh… she was trying to get him to lower his guard. Worm her way past his defenses, or some shit. Fucking, too many movie watching, princess. But what the hell. He’d give her an answer. As he talked, he loped over to the one other chair at the table. Grabbed it and pulled it around so that he could sit and get right in her face. “I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to be a killer. Something like that… it takes passion, hatred stronger than anything you could ever imagine, little princess. He grabbed the seat of her chair and turned it so that she was forced to face him - he kept his hands wrapped around the edges of the seat, his wrists touching her legs, as he leaned forward and made sure he had her full attention. A fire blazed in his hard grey eyes as he spoke. “It eats and tears and claws at your soul until there is nothing left but blackness. Until the only thing you can think of is the feel of your hands around their throat. And you squeeze as hard as you can. You don’t let go as they thrash about for air. You don’t let go as they claw desperately at your arms and face. You don’t let go when you feel their windpipe collapse under your grip. You don’t even let go when they stop moving.” He stood on his feet, but kept his hands where they were, leaning over her so he could whisper in her ear. His voice was low and rumbling, yet terribly alluring, just like the picture he painted with his words. “It’s an intoxicating rush, holding a life in my hands, princess. Knowing they can do nothing about it. Knowing they can’t stop me. I very much like that rush.”
Kyros poured three fingers of rum into his glass this time. He needed a way to keep the edge off his nerves without compromising too much of his reaction time in case shit hit the fan. But at the same time he figured he could relax a tiny bit with her here. They were on the third floor of a well guarded and huge compound. She was wearing nothing but an oversized old shirt. As long as he didn’t really let her out of his sight, he figured there couldn’t be too much harm in keeping his own nerves in check from being stuck here instead of being out working the streets as usual. He picked the glass up and swirled it around, cocking a brow and looking at her through his lashes, suspicion clear on his features as she… was she complimenting his skills in killing people? That… was unexpected. “Yeah. I earned it alright.” He muttered and downed the drink in two swigs. The liquor burned down his throat, and warmed his blood stream in seconds. Soon it would hit his senses enough that he’d be able to stop thinking about the walls ever getting tighter around him.
‘So what made you decide to be a killer?’
He set the glass down a bit harder on the countertop than he’d intended - the glass twirling around as it settled. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes on her. What was she playing at? Asking him all these things. Complimenting his ‘craft.’ Oh… she was trying to get him to lower his guard. Worm her way past his defenses, or some shit. Fucking, too many movie watching, princess. But what the hell. He’d give her an answer. As he talked, he loped over to the one other chair at the table. Grabbed it and pulled it around so that he could sit and get right in her face. “I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to be a killer. Something like that… it takes passion, hatred stronger than anything you could ever imagine, little princess. He grabbed the seat of her chair and turned it so that she was forced to face him - he kept his hands wrapped around the edges of the seat, his wrists touching her legs, as he leaned forward and made sure he had her full attention. A fire blazed in his hard grey eyes as he spoke. “It eats and tears and claws at your soul until there is nothing left but blackness. Until the only thing you can think of is the feel of your hands around their throat. And you squeeze as hard as you can. You don’t let go as they thrash about for air. You don’t let go as they claw desperately at your arms and face. You don’t let go when you feel their windpipe collapse under your grip. You don’t even let go when they stop moving.” He stood on his feet, but kept his hands where they were, leaning over her so he could whisper in her ear. His voice was low and rumbling, yet terribly alluring, just like the picture he painted with his words. “It’s an intoxicating rush, holding a life in my hands, princess. Knowing they can do nothing about it. Knowing they can’t stop me. I very much like that rush.”
She didn’t understand why he was looking at her that way. As if he suspected her of something. It only confused her. Yet with the loud sound of his glass hitting the counter, she knew his mood had changed again. She just didn’t understand why until he started talking.
Essa sighed in exasperation. “No, I know it's not like saying you want to be a fireman when you grow up. But there was still a day that came when you made the choice to become one. That’s what I’m asking about.”
He pulled her chair closer, to face him. The sudden movement startled her, but she was quickly distracted by the reminder that he was strong enough to move her as though she were nothing more than a book to him. Not even a thick hardback textbook, more like, a dime store cheap novel. That realization had her blushing slightly, along with the sudden closeness between them. She found herself folding inward slightly, turning her head away instinctively, but not so much that her eyes left his.
His words were disturbing. Most people would have been compelled to flee, no matter how foolish a choice it was. There was an innate instinctual urge to run away from predators. And if what he was saying was true, he was certainly that. But something else struck her as she listened to him. He had spoken of hatred. That wasn’t a natural emotion - it was a reaction.What had hurt him so deeply, haunted him so continually that he felt consumed by hatred? Instead of fear, she felt only concern.
“It sounds like you went through something awful,” she whispered softly, tilting her chin up towards him. “I can’t even imagine how you’ve suffered. No wonder you think so little of me. I’m sorry for all my ignorance. I know it hasn’t been easy for you to tolerate.” She smiled sweetly at him - nothing but the purest sincerity in her features and voice.
She knew he would be reluctant to tell her more. He was trying to scare her after all, not talk about whatever tragedy tormented him. So she gave him an easy out.
“Is that what you’re planning to do to me when the time comes? Strangle me?”
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She didn’t understand why he was looking at her that way. As if he suspected her of something. It only confused her. Yet with the loud sound of his glass hitting the counter, she knew his mood had changed again. She just didn’t understand why until he started talking.
Essa sighed in exasperation. “No, I know it's not like saying you want to be a fireman when you grow up. But there was still a day that came when you made the choice to become one. That’s what I’m asking about.”
He pulled her chair closer, to face him. The sudden movement startled her, but she was quickly distracted by the reminder that he was strong enough to move her as though she were nothing more than a book to him. Not even a thick hardback textbook, more like, a dime store cheap novel. That realization had her blushing slightly, along with the sudden closeness between them. She found herself folding inward slightly, turning her head away instinctively, but not so much that her eyes left his.
His words were disturbing. Most people would have been compelled to flee, no matter how foolish a choice it was. There was an innate instinctual urge to run away from predators. And if what he was saying was true, he was certainly that. But something else struck her as she listened to him. He had spoken of hatred. That wasn’t a natural emotion - it was a reaction.What had hurt him so deeply, haunted him so continually that he felt consumed by hatred? Instead of fear, she felt only concern.
“It sounds like you went through something awful,” she whispered softly, tilting her chin up towards him. “I can’t even imagine how you’ve suffered. No wonder you think so little of me. I’m sorry for all my ignorance. I know it hasn’t been easy for you to tolerate.” She smiled sweetly at him - nothing but the purest sincerity in her features and voice.
She knew he would be reluctant to tell her more. He was trying to scare her after all, not talk about whatever tragedy tormented him. So she gave him an easy out.
“Is that what you’re planning to do to me when the time comes? Strangle me?”
She didn’t understand why he was looking at her that way. As if he suspected her of something. It only confused her. Yet with the loud sound of his glass hitting the counter, she knew his mood had changed again. She just didn’t understand why until he started talking.
Essa sighed in exasperation. “No, I know it's not like saying you want to be a fireman when you grow up. But there was still a day that came when you made the choice to become one. That’s what I’m asking about.”
He pulled her chair closer, to face him. The sudden movement startled her, but she was quickly distracted by the reminder that he was strong enough to move her as though she were nothing more than a book to him. Not even a thick hardback textbook, more like, a dime store cheap novel. That realization had her blushing slightly, along with the sudden closeness between them. She found herself folding inward slightly, turning her head away instinctively, but not so much that her eyes left his.
His words were disturbing. Most people would have been compelled to flee, no matter how foolish a choice it was. There was an innate instinctual urge to run away from predators. And if what he was saying was true, he was certainly that. But something else struck her as she listened to him. He had spoken of hatred. That wasn’t a natural emotion - it was a reaction.What had hurt him so deeply, haunted him so continually that he felt consumed by hatred? Instead of fear, she felt only concern.
“It sounds like you went through something awful,” she whispered softly, tilting her chin up towards him. “I can’t even imagine how you’ve suffered. No wonder you think so little of me. I’m sorry for all my ignorance. I know it hasn’t been easy for you to tolerate.” She smiled sweetly at him - nothing but the purest sincerity in her features and voice.
She knew he would be reluctant to tell her more. He was trying to scare her after all, not talk about whatever tragedy tormented him. So she gave him an easy out.
“Is that what you’re planning to do to me when the time comes? Strangle me?”
He’d just told her that he enjoyed killing people. But all she could say was that he must have gone through something awful? What the fuck was wrong with this girl!? She turned her face towards his and lifted her chin to look up at him - this brought their faces within inches of each other. Their breaths mingling as he looked into her eyes. What was it he saw there? Now she was apologizing? That’s it. I have somehow stepped into the Twilight Zone and none of this is real. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
‘Is that what you’re planning to do to me when the time comes? Strangle me?’
Kyros took a deep breath and pulled away slowly. Until now, he’d yet to remove the leather jacket he’d been wearing all day. So he took this moment to remove it, to reveal the knives in the sheaths that were strapped to the inside of each of his wrists. The sleeves of his t-shirt were tight around his biceps as he draped the jacket over the back of the chair he’d pulled over just moments before. “No… no, you, princess, I will take my time with.” He moved slowly, deliberate, as he stepped around and behind her. He drew out one of his prized knives and pressed the flat of the blade against her soft smooth cheek. He bent down as he stood behind her - she was so short, how was she so tiny? He brought his lips to her ear, on the opposite side of her head as he held the knife to. “I will tease, and torture you. Watch you whimper in fear as you dread what will come next.” He slid the cool metal down her face, under her chin, to press against her throat. “I will keep you alive until you beg for mercy. Until you beg me to end your pain. Then I will gut you like a fish and let you bleed out on the floor. Slowly, painfully. A stomach wound can take hours, even days to kill you.” He smiled, slow and wicked, a low rumbling chuckle bubbling up from his throat.
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He’d just told her that he enjoyed killing people. But all she could say was that he must have gone through something awful? What the fuck was wrong with this girl!? She turned her face towards his and lifted her chin to look up at him - this brought their faces within inches of each other. Their breaths mingling as he looked into her eyes. What was it he saw there? Now she was apologizing? That’s it. I have somehow stepped into the Twilight Zone and none of this is real. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
‘Is that what you’re planning to do to me when the time comes? Strangle me?’
Kyros took a deep breath and pulled away slowly. Until now, he’d yet to remove the leather jacket he’d been wearing all day. So he took this moment to remove it, to reveal the knives in the sheaths that were strapped to the inside of each of his wrists. The sleeves of his t-shirt were tight around his biceps as he draped the jacket over the back of the chair he’d pulled over just moments before. “No… no, you, princess, I will take my time with.” He moved slowly, deliberate, as he stepped around and behind her. He drew out one of his prized knives and pressed the flat of the blade against her soft smooth cheek. He bent down as he stood behind her - she was so short, how was she so tiny? He brought his lips to her ear, on the opposite side of her head as he held the knife to. “I will tease, and torture you. Watch you whimper in fear as you dread what will come next.” He slid the cool metal down her face, under her chin, to press against her throat. “I will keep you alive until you beg for mercy. Until you beg me to end your pain. Then I will gut you like a fish and let you bleed out on the floor. Slowly, painfully. A stomach wound can take hours, even days to kill you.” He smiled, slow and wicked, a low rumbling chuckle bubbling up from his throat.
He’d just told her that he enjoyed killing people. But all she could say was that he must have gone through something awful? What the fuck was wrong with this girl!? She turned her face towards his and lifted her chin to look up at him - this brought their faces within inches of each other. Their breaths mingling as he looked into her eyes. What was it he saw there? Now she was apologizing? That’s it. I have somehow stepped into the Twilight Zone and none of this is real. That’s the only thing that makes sense.
‘Is that what you’re planning to do to me when the time comes? Strangle me?’
Kyros took a deep breath and pulled away slowly. Until now, he’d yet to remove the leather jacket he’d been wearing all day. So he took this moment to remove it, to reveal the knives in the sheaths that were strapped to the inside of each of his wrists. The sleeves of his t-shirt were tight around his biceps as he draped the jacket over the back of the chair he’d pulled over just moments before. “No… no, you, princess, I will take my time with.” He moved slowly, deliberate, as he stepped around and behind her. He drew out one of his prized knives and pressed the flat of the blade against her soft smooth cheek. He bent down as he stood behind her - she was so short, how was she so tiny? He brought his lips to her ear, on the opposite side of her head as he held the knife to. “I will tease, and torture you. Watch you whimper in fear as you dread what will come next.” He slid the cool metal down her face, under her chin, to press against her throat. “I will keep you alive until you beg for mercy. Until you beg me to end your pain. Then I will gut you like a fish and let you bleed out on the floor. Slowly, painfully. A stomach wound can take hours, even days to kill you.” He smiled, slow and wicked, a low rumbling chuckle bubbling up from his throat.
Essa wasn’t sure what she had expected in response. The only thing she was certain of was that it wasn’t this. Her mouth went dry as he removed his jacket. She should have been unsettled by the knives she already knew that he wore, yet she could only seem to notice the thickness of his muscles and the way that his shirt was so tight it seemed a part of his body.
Her eyes tried to track him even as he stepped behind her, beginning to turn in her chair to do so.At least until she felt the cold of his blade against her skin. That was enough to get her to freeze, almost afraid to even breathe. His words made her close her eyes even as she tried not to tremble. Her heart still ached for him, but his promise scared her nonetheless.
“I suppose I should have known that, huh?” she asked finally with an exasperated chuckle. Her voice was soft, as though she couldn’t quite catch her breath, even as she tried to stay calm and strong, she couldn’t entirely keep her emotions from her tone. She’d never been good at hiding them. There was fear and sorrow lurking beneath. “I’m everything you hate, aren’t I? Of course you want to hurt me as much as you can.” She exhaled a long, slow breath, trying to force that horrible quiver from her voice..
No sense getting worked up over it. It was all out of her hands after all. She was the one who would suffer, and yet she could only wait and see what choices others would make. A single tear fell down her cheek, resting on the edge of his blade. Yet as she continued, something else crept into her voice - a hint of envy. “At least you have something to look forward to, right? I bet that makes it easier to deal with all my irritations. You get your revenge at the end of all this. I can only imagine that having that sort of power feels pretty darn good, huh?”
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Essa wasn’t sure what she had expected in response. The only thing she was certain of was that it wasn’t this. Her mouth went dry as he removed his jacket. She should have been unsettled by the knives she already knew that he wore, yet she could only seem to notice the thickness of his muscles and the way that his shirt was so tight it seemed a part of his body.
Her eyes tried to track him even as he stepped behind her, beginning to turn in her chair to do so.At least until she felt the cold of his blade against her skin. That was enough to get her to freeze, almost afraid to even breathe. His words made her close her eyes even as she tried not to tremble. Her heart still ached for him, but his promise scared her nonetheless.
“I suppose I should have known that, huh?” she asked finally with an exasperated chuckle. Her voice was soft, as though she couldn’t quite catch her breath, even as she tried to stay calm and strong, she couldn’t entirely keep her emotions from her tone. She’d never been good at hiding them. There was fear and sorrow lurking beneath. “I’m everything you hate, aren’t I? Of course you want to hurt me as much as you can.” She exhaled a long, slow breath, trying to force that horrible quiver from her voice..
No sense getting worked up over it. It was all out of her hands after all. She was the one who would suffer, and yet she could only wait and see what choices others would make. A single tear fell down her cheek, resting on the edge of his blade. Yet as she continued, something else crept into her voice - a hint of envy. “At least you have something to look forward to, right? I bet that makes it easier to deal with all my irritations. You get your revenge at the end of all this. I can only imagine that having that sort of power feels pretty darn good, huh?”
Essa wasn’t sure what she had expected in response. The only thing she was certain of was that it wasn’t this. Her mouth went dry as he removed his jacket. She should have been unsettled by the knives she already knew that he wore, yet she could only seem to notice the thickness of his muscles and the way that his shirt was so tight it seemed a part of his body.
Her eyes tried to track him even as he stepped behind her, beginning to turn in her chair to do so.At least until she felt the cold of his blade against her skin. That was enough to get her to freeze, almost afraid to even breathe. His words made her close her eyes even as she tried not to tremble. Her heart still ached for him, but his promise scared her nonetheless.
“I suppose I should have known that, huh?” she asked finally with an exasperated chuckle. Her voice was soft, as though she couldn’t quite catch her breath, even as she tried to stay calm and strong, she couldn’t entirely keep her emotions from her tone. She’d never been good at hiding them. There was fear and sorrow lurking beneath. “I’m everything you hate, aren’t I? Of course you want to hurt me as much as you can.” She exhaled a long, slow breath, trying to force that horrible quiver from her voice..
No sense getting worked up over it. It was all out of her hands after all. She was the one who would suffer, and yet she could only wait and see what choices others would make. A single tear fell down her cheek, resting on the edge of his blade. Yet as she continued, something else crept into her voice - a hint of envy. “At least you have something to look forward to, right? I bet that makes it easier to deal with all my irritations. You get your revenge at the end of all this. I can only imagine that having that sort of power feels pretty darn good, huh?”
Finally, for the first time since he’d slapped her in the basement, she showed a bit of the fear he craved to see. ‘I’m everything you hate, aren’t I?...’ Oh yes. She was everything he despised and more. She was every high class cheerleader that never gave him the time of day. She was every foster sibling that made fun of him for not having the latest clothes, or the latest toys. She had everything handed to her and had never worked for anything, had never had to steal food to quench the pains of hunger that gnawed away at her - she’d probably never even known real hunger before. WIth each thought, he could feel his anger rising inside him, making his blood heat up, his breath quicken. A bit of anticipation came into his voice as he’d described how he wanted to kill her.
‘At least you have something to look forward to right? … I can only imagine that having that sort of power feels pretty darn good, huh?’
Her tone shifted subtly as she spoke again. This surprised him. Essa’s will was surprisingly strong for an aristocrat that was surely going to die soon. Maybe that was it. She was accepting her fate. Perhaps he should dangle the idea of freedom in front of her, make her hope. So he could yank it away again and watch as all her dreams were dashed. He retracted the blade from her throat, letting the metal glide across her skin as he did, the edge drawing a thin line of blood as it nicked the delicate skin on the side of her neck. He needed more information from Moretti before he could go ahead with that plan - needed to know what she was being held ransom for. But for that to happen he needed to get away from her so he could have a private conversation with the don.
He stood, returning his knife to the sheath at his wrist. “You’re right. I am looking forward to it. I revel in the fear I can cause others. There’s nothing quite like the pleas of someone that has nothing to lose but everything to gain. Nothing as intoxicating as the screams of the dying.” As he spoke he came back around, into her field of vision, his movements fluid and smooth. The fighter training evident in everything he did, always ready to spring into action - despite the amount of rum he’d imbibed already today. He bent over her again, one hand on the table next to her, the other titling her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Speaking of intoxicating… feel like you’re sobering up yet?” And just like that, the menacing tone he’d been using was gone; he sounded just like any other person off the streets of New York City now.
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Finally, for the first time since he’d slapped her in the basement, she showed a bit of the fear he craved to see. ‘I’m everything you hate, aren’t I?...’ Oh yes. She was everything he despised and more. She was every high class cheerleader that never gave him the time of day. She was every foster sibling that made fun of him for not having the latest clothes, or the latest toys. She had everything handed to her and had never worked for anything, had never had to steal food to quench the pains of hunger that gnawed away at her - she’d probably never even known real hunger before. WIth each thought, he could feel his anger rising inside him, making his blood heat up, his breath quicken. A bit of anticipation came into his voice as he’d described how he wanted to kill her.
‘At least you have something to look forward to right? … I can only imagine that having that sort of power feels pretty darn good, huh?’
Her tone shifted subtly as she spoke again. This surprised him. Essa’s will was surprisingly strong for an aristocrat that was surely going to die soon. Maybe that was it. She was accepting her fate. Perhaps he should dangle the idea of freedom in front of her, make her hope. So he could yank it away again and watch as all her dreams were dashed. He retracted the blade from her throat, letting the metal glide across her skin as he did, the edge drawing a thin line of blood as it nicked the delicate skin on the side of her neck. He needed more information from Moretti before he could go ahead with that plan - needed to know what she was being held ransom for. But for that to happen he needed to get away from her so he could have a private conversation with the don.
He stood, returning his knife to the sheath at his wrist. “You’re right. I am looking forward to it. I revel in the fear I can cause others. There’s nothing quite like the pleas of someone that has nothing to lose but everything to gain. Nothing as intoxicating as the screams of the dying.” As he spoke he came back around, into her field of vision, his movements fluid and smooth. The fighter training evident in everything he did, always ready to spring into action - despite the amount of rum he’d imbibed already today. He bent over her again, one hand on the table next to her, the other titling her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Speaking of intoxicating… feel like you’re sobering up yet?” And just like that, the menacing tone he’d been using was gone; he sounded just like any other person off the streets of New York City now.
Finally, for the first time since he’d slapped her in the basement, she showed a bit of the fear he craved to see. ‘I’m everything you hate, aren’t I?...’ Oh yes. She was everything he despised and more. She was every high class cheerleader that never gave him the time of day. She was every foster sibling that made fun of him for not having the latest clothes, or the latest toys. She had everything handed to her and had never worked for anything, had never had to steal food to quench the pains of hunger that gnawed away at her - she’d probably never even known real hunger before. WIth each thought, he could feel his anger rising inside him, making his blood heat up, his breath quicken. A bit of anticipation came into his voice as he’d described how he wanted to kill her.
‘At least you have something to look forward to right? … I can only imagine that having that sort of power feels pretty darn good, huh?’
Her tone shifted subtly as she spoke again. This surprised him. Essa’s will was surprisingly strong for an aristocrat that was surely going to die soon. Maybe that was it. She was accepting her fate. Perhaps he should dangle the idea of freedom in front of her, make her hope. So he could yank it away again and watch as all her dreams were dashed. He retracted the blade from her throat, letting the metal glide across her skin as he did, the edge drawing a thin line of blood as it nicked the delicate skin on the side of her neck. He needed more information from Moretti before he could go ahead with that plan - needed to know what she was being held ransom for. But for that to happen he needed to get away from her so he could have a private conversation with the don.
He stood, returning his knife to the sheath at his wrist. “You’re right. I am looking forward to it. I revel in the fear I can cause others. There’s nothing quite like the pleas of someone that has nothing to lose but everything to gain. Nothing as intoxicating as the screams of the dying.” As he spoke he came back around, into her field of vision, his movements fluid and smooth. The fighter training evident in everything he did, always ready to spring into action - despite the amount of rum he’d imbibed already today. He bent over her again, one hand on the table next to her, the other titling her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Speaking of intoxicating… feel like you’re sobering up yet?” And just like that, the menacing tone he’d been using was gone; he sounded just like any other person off the streets of New York City now.
She felt the sting of his blade against her neck, hissing slightly. Yet she made no attempt to move. What did any of it matter anyway? He was allowed to hurt her as much as he wanted - she’d heard his boss say exactly that. He clearly knew what he was doing, so she wasn’t concerned that she was going to bleed out. So what was the point of caring about it at all? After all, he had just said that he was planning to do far worse to her.
She closed her eyes, just waiting for whatever was going to come. She just felt so tired. Tired of the fear. Of the helplessness. Of all of it. Maybe it would be a relief when it was all over. To just be free of it.
Still, she felt a sliver of that familiar anxiety as he spoke once more. “Then I’m sure you’ll actually be pleased with me by the time it’s finished,” she muttered, a hard edge of bitterness in her voice. She was weak; he would break her. It wasn’t a question, simply a fact. Her eyes opened to meet his own, all the light drained from her eyes which seemed a flat medium brown. There was no predicting what dark, twisted things he would say next, but she was as prepared as she could be as he lifted her chin and leaned over her. God, how was he so tall?
Essa blinked rapidly as suddenly all menace was gone from his voice. “What?” she whispered, her mind struggling to keep up with sudden mood shifts. “God, you have more mood swings than any girl I’ve ever met,” she muttered, tiredly rubbing at her eyes. Finally she could think about what he had actually asked her. Though it was clear that she was unfocused, thrown off by his sudden change in demeanor. “Yeah, I think so. The bagel helped a lot.” She shook her head, trying to clear away all the confusing thoughts and emotions he had brought to the surface. When she spoke again, her voice was more her usual tone - sweet and contrite.
“Sorry about that. Again. I really thought it took a lot of beers to get someone drunk. I guess I’m an exception.”
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She felt the sting of his blade against her neck, hissing slightly. Yet she made no attempt to move. What did any of it matter anyway? He was allowed to hurt her as much as he wanted - she’d heard his boss say exactly that. He clearly knew what he was doing, so she wasn’t concerned that she was going to bleed out. So what was the point of caring about it at all? After all, he had just said that he was planning to do far worse to her.
She closed her eyes, just waiting for whatever was going to come. She just felt so tired. Tired of the fear. Of the helplessness. Of all of it. Maybe it would be a relief when it was all over. To just be free of it.
Still, she felt a sliver of that familiar anxiety as he spoke once more. “Then I’m sure you’ll actually be pleased with me by the time it’s finished,” she muttered, a hard edge of bitterness in her voice. She was weak; he would break her. It wasn’t a question, simply a fact. Her eyes opened to meet his own, all the light drained from her eyes which seemed a flat medium brown. There was no predicting what dark, twisted things he would say next, but she was as prepared as she could be as he lifted her chin and leaned over her. God, how was he so tall?
Essa blinked rapidly as suddenly all menace was gone from his voice. “What?” she whispered, her mind struggling to keep up with sudden mood shifts. “God, you have more mood swings than any girl I’ve ever met,” she muttered, tiredly rubbing at her eyes. Finally she could think about what he had actually asked her. Though it was clear that she was unfocused, thrown off by his sudden change in demeanor. “Yeah, I think so. The bagel helped a lot.” She shook her head, trying to clear away all the confusing thoughts and emotions he had brought to the surface. When she spoke again, her voice was more her usual tone - sweet and contrite.
“Sorry about that. Again. I really thought it took a lot of beers to get someone drunk. I guess I’m an exception.”
She felt the sting of his blade against her neck, hissing slightly. Yet she made no attempt to move. What did any of it matter anyway? He was allowed to hurt her as much as he wanted - she’d heard his boss say exactly that. He clearly knew what he was doing, so she wasn’t concerned that she was going to bleed out. So what was the point of caring about it at all? After all, he had just said that he was planning to do far worse to her.
She closed her eyes, just waiting for whatever was going to come. She just felt so tired. Tired of the fear. Of the helplessness. Of all of it. Maybe it would be a relief when it was all over. To just be free of it.
Still, she felt a sliver of that familiar anxiety as he spoke once more. “Then I’m sure you’ll actually be pleased with me by the time it’s finished,” she muttered, a hard edge of bitterness in her voice. She was weak; he would break her. It wasn’t a question, simply a fact. Her eyes opened to meet his own, all the light drained from her eyes which seemed a flat medium brown. There was no predicting what dark, twisted things he would say next, but she was as prepared as she could be as he lifted her chin and leaned over her. God, how was he so tall?
Essa blinked rapidly as suddenly all menace was gone from his voice. “What?” she whispered, her mind struggling to keep up with sudden mood shifts. “God, you have more mood swings than any girl I’ve ever met,” she muttered, tiredly rubbing at her eyes. Finally she could think about what he had actually asked her. Though it was clear that she was unfocused, thrown off by his sudden change in demeanor. “Yeah, I think so. The bagel helped a lot.” She shook her head, trying to clear away all the confusing thoughts and emotions he had brought to the surface. When she spoke again, her voice was more her usual tone - sweet and contrite.
“Sorry about that. Again. I really thought it took a lot of beers to get someone drunk. I guess I’m an exception.”
What? Mood swings? He narrowed his eyes on her and released her chin with a bit of a jerk to the side. “Comes with being crazy, princess. Though I would gladly show you how much of a woman I am not,” he said, standing back to his full height, giving her a wink as he did. “Just say the word.” He took a couple steps back from her and looked to the clock on the wall. One o’clock. His stomach rumbled audibly. He lifted a hand to scratch at his head, at the same time he pulled out his cell and punched in one of his speed dial options. He put it to his ear and started pacing through the room. “Hey, Bateman. What are you doing right now?... You know you’re never gonna beat my scare on that right? Haha, yeah sure. Hey, I need to go out for a bit, make a food run. But I can’t leave…” He cut a sideways glance at Essa. “...our guest unguarded. Can you come up and take my place for about... oh an hour? ...Yeah. Thanks man.”
Ky hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He rubbed at the back of his head and exhaled, long and slow. He glanced around the living room for a moment then started moving around the room gathering a few things - the TV remote, a deck of cards, a cup of dice. “I’m sure you heard all that. Here are some things to uh… do til I get back, yeah?” He set everything in front of her. “There’s no phones in here, so don’t look. And if you find my laptop, put it on the table for me, been looking for it for a couple days now.” He shook his head, his brows furrowed. Maybe it’d slid under his bed? He’d have to look later. “It is password locked and encrypted, so don’t think you’re going to contact anyone that way either.”
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What? Mood swings? He narrowed his eyes on her and released her chin with a bit of a jerk to the side. “Comes with being crazy, princess. Though I would gladly show you how much of a woman I am not,” he said, standing back to his full height, giving her a wink as he did. “Just say the word.” He took a couple steps back from her and looked to the clock on the wall. One o’clock. His stomach rumbled audibly. He lifted a hand to scratch at his head, at the same time he pulled out his cell and punched in one of his speed dial options. He put it to his ear and started pacing through the room. “Hey, Bateman. What are you doing right now?... You know you’re never gonna beat my scare on that right? Haha, yeah sure. Hey, I need to go out for a bit, make a food run. But I can’t leave…” He cut a sideways glance at Essa. “...our guest unguarded. Can you come up and take my place for about... oh an hour? ...Yeah. Thanks man.”
Ky hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He rubbed at the back of his head and exhaled, long and slow. He glanced around the living room for a moment then started moving around the room gathering a few things - the TV remote, a deck of cards, a cup of dice. “I’m sure you heard all that. Here are some things to uh… do til I get back, yeah?” He set everything in front of her. “There’s no phones in here, so don’t look. And if you find my laptop, put it on the table for me, been looking for it for a couple days now.” He shook his head, his brows furrowed. Maybe it’d slid under his bed? He’d have to look later. “It is password locked and encrypted, so don’t think you’re going to contact anyone that way either.”
What? Mood swings? He narrowed his eyes on her and released her chin with a bit of a jerk to the side. “Comes with being crazy, princess. Though I would gladly show you how much of a woman I am not,” he said, standing back to his full height, giving her a wink as he did. “Just say the word.” He took a couple steps back from her and looked to the clock on the wall. One o’clock. His stomach rumbled audibly. He lifted a hand to scratch at his head, at the same time he pulled out his cell and punched in one of his speed dial options. He put it to his ear and started pacing through the room. “Hey, Bateman. What are you doing right now?... You know you’re never gonna beat my scare on that right? Haha, yeah sure. Hey, I need to go out for a bit, make a food run. But I can’t leave…” He cut a sideways glance at Essa. “...our guest unguarded. Can you come up and take my place for about... oh an hour? ...Yeah. Thanks man.”
Ky hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He rubbed at the back of his head and exhaled, long and slow. He glanced around the living room for a moment then started moving around the room gathering a few things - the TV remote, a deck of cards, a cup of dice. “I’m sure you heard all that. Here are some things to uh… do til I get back, yeah?” He set everything in front of her. “There’s no phones in here, so don’t look. And if you find my laptop, put it on the table for me, been looking for it for a couple days now.” He shook his head, his brows furrowed. Maybe it’d slid under his bed? He’d have to look later. “It is password locked and encrypted, so don’t think you’re going to contact anyone that way either.”
Essa laughed - though not unkindly - and shook her head. “We both know you’re not crazy. Twisted maybe, but you’re perfectly sane.” She gave him a once over from head to toe. “You’re too much of a control freak not to be.” She gave him a puzzled look as he mentioned proving he wasn’t a woman. “I don’t actually-” She cut off abruptly. It was the wink that did it. She immediately flushed a deep crimson, unable to look at him, let alone respond to the innuendo. Not to mention she could feel his gaze burning through her, enough to make her squirm in her seat.
She didn’t know how to respond to such things. Not when they were directed at her. Not that that had ever happened before now.
“Very funny,” she managed to choke out, crossing her arms over her chest. Obviously he wasn’t serious. Someone as attractive as him would never look twice at her that way. She was plain and dull. Not to mention he hated her. He just wanted to fluster her - which he had.
His phone call wasn’t subtle. She could hear every word and she knew that he didn’t care that she did. What puzzled her was the way he moved around the room after, gathering seemingly random things. Still, as he presented them to her, she smiled a little as she saw it was his attempt at providing entertainment for her. “Thank you, Kyros.” Her voice was soft and oddly warm towards him.
That quickly faded as he gave her a rundown of what she wasn’t supposed to do. “Okay, I know you have to tell me this, but I am really starting to feel insulted at this point. I told you I’m not going to run. Even if I didn’t know you were arranging for another babysitter, I know absolutely nothing about where I am or really who any of you are. I have nothing I could tell anyone.” If she could even reach anyone who cared of course. “For all I know you took me to Jersey.”
She bit her lip slightly, hesitating before continuing, her voice timid. “Are you getting food for me too? Or is there something here I can eat? Other than more bagels, I mean?” After all, one bagel wasn’t much for an empty stomach, even for a young woman as small in stature as Essa. “Whatever is easiest. I don’t want to cause you any trouble. I’m not picky.”
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Essa laughed - though not unkindly - and shook her head. “We both know you’re not crazy. Twisted maybe, but you’re perfectly sane.” She gave him a once over from head to toe. “You’re too much of a control freak not to be.” She gave him a puzzled look as he mentioned proving he wasn’t a woman. “I don’t actually-” She cut off abruptly. It was the wink that did it. She immediately flushed a deep crimson, unable to look at him, let alone respond to the innuendo. Not to mention she could feel his gaze burning through her, enough to make her squirm in her seat.
She didn’t know how to respond to such things. Not when they were directed at her. Not that that had ever happened before now.
“Very funny,” she managed to choke out, crossing her arms over her chest. Obviously he wasn’t serious. Someone as attractive as him would never look twice at her that way. She was plain and dull. Not to mention he hated her. He just wanted to fluster her - which he had.
His phone call wasn’t subtle. She could hear every word and she knew that he didn’t care that she did. What puzzled her was the way he moved around the room after, gathering seemingly random things. Still, as he presented them to her, she smiled a little as she saw it was his attempt at providing entertainment for her. “Thank you, Kyros.” Her voice was soft and oddly warm towards him.
That quickly faded as he gave her a rundown of what she wasn’t supposed to do. “Okay, I know you have to tell me this, but I am really starting to feel insulted at this point. I told you I’m not going to run. Even if I didn’t know you were arranging for another babysitter, I know absolutely nothing about where I am or really who any of you are. I have nothing I could tell anyone.” If she could even reach anyone who cared of course. “For all I know you took me to Jersey.”
She bit her lip slightly, hesitating before continuing, her voice timid. “Are you getting food for me too? Or is there something here I can eat? Other than more bagels, I mean?” After all, one bagel wasn’t much for an empty stomach, even for a young woman as small in stature as Essa. “Whatever is easiest. I don’t want to cause you any trouble. I’m not picky.”
Essa laughed - though not unkindly - and shook her head. “We both know you’re not crazy. Twisted maybe, but you’re perfectly sane.” She gave him a once over from head to toe. “You’re too much of a control freak not to be.” She gave him a puzzled look as he mentioned proving he wasn’t a woman. “I don’t actually-” She cut off abruptly. It was the wink that did it. She immediately flushed a deep crimson, unable to look at him, let alone respond to the innuendo. Not to mention she could feel his gaze burning through her, enough to make her squirm in her seat.
She didn’t know how to respond to such things. Not when they were directed at her. Not that that had ever happened before now.
“Very funny,” she managed to choke out, crossing her arms over her chest. Obviously he wasn’t serious. Someone as attractive as him would never look twice at her that way. She was plain and dull. Not to mention he hated her. He just wanted to fluster her - which he had.
His phone call wasn’t subtle. She could hear every word and she knew that he didn’t care that she did. What puzzled her was the way he moved around the room after, gathering seemingly random things. Still, as he presented them to her, she smiled a little as she saw it was his attempt at providing entertainment for her. “Thank you, Kyros.” Her voice was soft and oddly warm towards him.
That quickly faded as he gave her a rundown of what she wasn’t supposed to do. “Okay, I know you have to tell me this, but I am really starting to feel insulted at this point. I told you I’m not going to run. Even if I didn’t know you were arranging for another babysitter, I know absolutely nothing about where I am or really who any of you are. I have nothing I could tell anyone.” If she could even reach anyone who cared of course. “For all I know you took me to Jersey.”
She bit her lip slightly, hesitating before continuing, her voice timid. “Are you getting food for me too? Or is there something here I can eat? Other than more bagels, I mean?” After all, one bagel wasn’t much for an empty stomach, even for a young woman as small in stature as Essa. “Whatever is easiest. I don’t want to cause you any trouble. I’m not picky.”
Kyros rubbed at his eyes like he was getting a migraine. He sighed audibly, a bit of a growl coming out with it. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on in the pretty little bubble head of yours. So yeah. I gotta tell you that you can’t contact anyone. That’s how this whole thing works. If I don’t do my job and shit goes wrong, I pay for it. So I’m gonna cover all my damn bases. Got it?" He was losing his patience with her, as evidenced by his aggravated tone. Kyros turned on his heel and started for the door, grabbing his jacket as he passed. But he stopped halfway there and turned back around. He extended his arm and, pointing toward the balcony with a waving hand. “And while I’m at it, don’t go trying to jump off the balcony again to play with the damn ducks. In fact… don’t even go out there.” He stalked towards the door once more.
The hardened killer paused, hand on the door knob, at the sound of Essa’s timid voice calling out to him. He let out a breath, hanging his head a moment, letting his eyes close, calming himself before he spoke again. She was so… frustrating! Feeling more composed, he lifted his head but he did not turn to look at her. “Yeah. I’m getting food for you too.”
He opened the door to reveal a man even burlier than himself standing there with a fist up ready to knock on the door. “Perfect timing, Bateman. I’ll be back soon as I can.” Kyros started to walk past his friend but he paused just as Bateman started to take a step inside the room. He put a hand on the other man’s upper chest, close to his throat. “Watch her. Don’t touch her. If even one hair on her head is out of place when I get back, I will cut off your dick and feed it to you.” He spoke harshly, not even looking at the guard, knowing that his threat was enough to carry weight. Then he released the guy and stormed off down the hall.
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Kyros rubbed at his eyes like he was getting a migraine. He sighed audibly, a bit of a growl coming out with it. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on in the pretty little bubble head of yours. So yeah. I gotta tell you that you can’t contact anyone. That’s how this whole thing works. If I don’t do my job and shit goes wrong, I pay for it. So I’m gonna cover all my damn bases. Got it?" He was losing his patience with her, as evidenced by his aggravated tone. Kyros turned on his heel and started for the door, grabbing his jacket as he passed. But he stopped halfway there and turned back around. He extended his arm and, pointing toward the balcony with a waving hand. “And while I’m at it, don’t go trying to jump off the balcony again to play with the damn ducks. In fact… don’t even go out there.” He stalked towards the door once more.
The hardened killer paused, hand on the door knob, at the sound of Essa’s timid voice calling out to him. He let out a breath, hanging his head a moment, letting his eyes close, calming himself before he spoke again. She was so… frustrating! Feeling more composed, he lifted his head but he did not turn to look at her. “Yeah. I’m getting food for you too.”
He opened the door to reveal a man even burlier than himself standing there with a fist up ready to knock on the door. “Perfect timing, Bateman. I’ll be back soon as I can.” Kyros started to walk past his friend but he paused just as Bateman started to take a step inside the room. He put a hand on the other man’s upper chest, close to his throat. “Watch her. Don’t touch her. If even one hair on her head is out of place when I get back, I will cut off your dick and feed it to you.” He spoke harshly, not even looking at the guard, knowing that his threat was enough to carry weight. Then he released the guy and stormed off down the hall.
Kyros rubbed at his eyes like he was getting a migraine. He sighed audibly, a bit of a growl coming out with it. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on in the pretty little bubble head of yours. So yeah. I gotta tell you that you can’t contact anyone. That’s how this whole thing works. If I don’t do my job and shit goes wrong, I pay for it. So I’m gonna cover all my damn bases. Got it?" He was losing his patience with her, as evidenced by his aggravated tone. Kyros turned on his heel and started for the door, grabbing his jacket as he passed. But he stopped halfway there and turned back around. He extended his arm and, pointing toward the balcony with a waving hand. “And while I’m at it, don’t go trying to jump off the balcony again to play with the damn ducks. In fact… don’t even go out there.” He stalked towards the door once more.
The hardened killer paused, hand on the door knob, at the sound of Essa’s timid voice calling out to him. He let out a breath, hanging his head a moment, letting his eyes close, calming himself before he spoke again. She was so… frustrating! Feeling more composed, he lifted his head but he did not turn to look at her. “Yeah. I’m getting food for you too.”
He opened the door to reveal a man even burlier than himself standing there with a fist up ready to knock on the door. “Perfect timing, Bateman. I’ll be back soon as I can.” Kyros started to walk past his friend but he paused just as Bateman started to take a step inside the room. He put a hand on the other man’s upper chest, close to his throat. “Watch her. Don’t touch her. If even one hair on her head is out of place when I get back, I will cut off your dick and feed it to you.” He spoke harshly, not even looking at the guard, knowing that his threat was enough to carry weight. Then he released the guy and stormed off down the hall.
“Got it,” she agreed, having the decency to look a little sheepish. “But nothing is gonna go wrong. Not because of me at least,” she assured him. “I know you can’t trust me on that, but it’s true.” It was so silly, but she needed him to believe her, to know she wasn’t stupid and that she wasn’t going to screw him over. She might be sheltered and pampered, but she knew actions had consequences. What she did was going to impact him, and no matter what he said, she didn’t think he was a bad person through and through. He didn’t deserve whatever punishment he’d get for her causing trouble.
She flushed and hung her head as he ordered her not to go out on the balcony. She was so embarrassed by her actions earlier. “I won’t. Promise.”
He stopped, but he was silent and for a moment she feared she had pushed too hard. Asked too much. She half expected him to go off about her being a demanding spoiled princess. Enough so that when he did respond, the simple answer surprised her. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Essa listened as he handed off his duty to the new guy - Bateman, he called him. However, her eyes widened as she heard the threat he left with. That seemed... harsh. She’d have to ask him about that later. She couldn’t understand why it would be necessary. Maybe it was for her benefit - a reminder that he was vicious and not to be crossed.
The time passed slowly at first. She started attempting to play solitaire, but the way the other man stood silently staring at a distance was unnerving. So in the end, she wandered over to the couch, turning on the television and flipping through the channels until she found something that caught her eye. In the end she settled on one of her favorite movies - the Princess Bride. It was exactly the sort of story she loved. There was adventure, tragedy, true love, witty humor. It was all the best of what she loved. The sort of story that could help her forget that she was waiting for her execution essentially. Or maybe that was the reason she could lose herself in it so easily - it was so easy to imagine how Buttercup must be feeling as she was chosen to marry a prince she didn’t care for, to be kidnapped by strangers who lorded her eventual death over her, to be captured by the man she believed had robbed her of her only joy. To then lose her love all over again.
Suddenly that didn’t seem like such a far-fetched thought to her anymore. Not after today.
She lost herself in the story, silently mouthing the words she knew by heart, entirely oblivious to the time that had passed until she heard the sound of the door handle. Even then, she didn’t look away from the screen, too invested in the fate of Buttercup and Wesley to avert her eyes.
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“Got it,” she agreed, having the decency to look a little sheepish. “But nothing is gonna go wrong. Not because of me at least,” she assured him. “I know you can’t trust me on that, but it’s true.” It was so silly, but she needed him to believe her, to know she wasn’t stupid and that she wasn’t going to screw him over. She might be sheltered and pampered, but she knew actions had consequences. What she did was going to impact him, and no matter what he said, she didn’t think he was a bad person through and through. He didn’t deserve whatever punishment he’d get for her causing trouble.
She flushed and hung her head as he ordered her not to go out on the balcony. She was so embarrassed by her actions earlier. “I won’t. Promise.”
He stopped, but he was silent and for a moment she feared she had pushed too hard. Asked too much. She half expected him to go off about her being a demanding spoiled princess. Enough so that when he did respond, the simple answer surprised her. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Essa listened as he handed off his duty to the new guy - Bateman, he called him. However, her eyes widened as she heard the threat he left with. That seemed... harsh. She’d have to ask him about that later. She couldn’t understand why it would be necessary. Maybe it was for her benefit - a reminder that he was vicious and not to be crossed.
The time passed slowly at first. She started attempting to play solitaire, but the way the other man stood silently staring at a distance was unnerving. So in the end, she wandered over to the couch, turning on the television and flipping through the channels until she found something that caught her eye. In the end she settled on one of her favorite movies - the Princess Bride. It was exactly the sort of story she loved. There was adventure, tragedy, true love, witty humor. It was all the best of what she loved. The sort of story that could help her forget that she was waiting for her execution essentially. Or maybe that was the reason she could lose herself in it so easily - it was so easy to imagine how Buttercup must be feeling as she was chosen to marry a prince she didn’t care for, to be kidnapped by strangers who lorded her eventual death over her, to be captured by the man she believed had robbed her of her only joy. To then lose her love all over again.
Suddenly that didn’t seem like such a far-fetched thought to her anymore. Not after today.
She lost herself in the story, silently mouthing the words she knew by heart, entirely oblivious to the time that had passed until she heard the sound of the door handle. Even then, she didn’t look away from the screen, too invested in the fate of Buttercup and Wesley to avert her eyes.
“Got it,” she agreed, having the decency to look a little sheepish. “But nothing is gonna go wrong. Not because of me at least,” she assured him. “I know you can’t trust me on that, but it’s true.” It was so silly, but she needed him to believe her, to know she wasn’t stupid and that she wasn’t going to screw him over. She might be sheltered and pampered, but she knew actions had consequences. What she did was going to impact him, and no matter what he said, she didn’t think he was a bad person through and through. He didn’t deserve whatever punishment he’d get for her causing trouble.
She flushed and hung her head as he ordered her not to go out on the balcony. She was so embarrassed by her actions earlier. “I won’t. Promise.”
He stopped, but he was silent and for a moment she feared she had pushed too hard. Asked too much. She half expected him to go off about her being a demanding spoiled princess. Enough so that when he did respond, the simple answer surprised her. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Essa listened as he handed off his duty to the new guy - Bateman, he called him. However, her eyes widened as she heard the threat he left with. That seemed... harsh. She’d have to ask him about that later. She couldn’t understand why it would be necessary. Maybe it was for her benefit - a reminder that he was vicious and not to be crossed.
The time passed slowly at first. She started attempting to play solitaire, but the way the other man stood silently staring at a distance was unnerving. So in the end, she wandered over to the couch, turning on the television and flipping through the channels until she found something that caught her eye. In the end she settled on one of her favorite movies - the Princess Bride. It was exactly the sort of story she loved. There was adventure, tragedy, true love, witty humor. It was all the best of what she loved. The sort of story that could help her forget that she was waiting for her execution essentially. Or maybe that was the reason she could lose herself in it so easily - it was so easy to imagine how Buttercup must be feeling as she was chosen to marry a prince she didn’t care for, to be kidnapped by strangers who lorded her eventual death over her, to be captured by the man she believed had robbed her of her only joy. To then lose her love all over again.
Suddenly that didn’t seem like such a far-fetched thought to her anymore. Not after today.
She lost herself in the story, silently mouthing the words she knew by heart, entirely oblivious to the time that had passed until she heard the sound of the door handle. Even then, she didn’t look away from the screen, too invested in the fate of Buttercup and Wesley to avert her eyes.
Before he’d went to get food, Kyros had taken a detour to seek out Mr. Moretti, mostly to find out when he could be rid of the little nuisance he’d left in his rooms. But the don had given him little hope of ending his torment anytime soon. Turns out, Essa’s father owed the don a bit too much money. So Moretti was brokering a deal to take a fifty-one percent stock of the company in exchange for considering the debt paid in full. There was another option on the table as well, but the don had refused to elaborate further on that. Which was odd, considering Kyros was usually one of the few that Moretti let in on situations like that - mainly so Kyros knew who to strong arm into cooperating. He’d left the boss’ office feeling a little less than settled.
He made a few other stops, like getting a handful of groceries for his place, before he finally stopped at his favorite taco truck to get food for himself and his ‘guest.’
Little over an hour after he left, he was back, laden with plastic bags from the store and the taco truck. He managed to get up the stairs and open his door. Barely. “Bateman! Take some of these will ya?” He handed off a few bags, hissing as the weight was relieved from his fingers, creases being revealed from the weight of the bags after carrying them so far. He could have made some of the help do it for him, but that wasn’t really in Kyros to do. He didn’t like people in general, and only ever let a select few into his rooms. Ky and Bateman took everything to the kitchen, exchanging a few words about an upcoming poker game the following weekend. “Yeah, I’ll be there. But you’re getting searched before the game starts this time,” Ky warned the man. Bateman grabbed his chest, feigning a stab to the heart as he backed out of the suite, pulling the door closed behind him.
Once they were alone again, Kyros turned to Essa with a scrutinizing look. “Hey. Did he touch you?” There was no deep concern in his voice, but he did move towards her, grabbing her chin and moving her head from side to side as if he were checking for evidence.
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Before he’d went to get food, Kyros had taken a detour to seek out Mr. Moretti, mostly to find out when he could be rid of the little nuisance he’d left in his rooms. But the don had given him little hope of ending his torment anytime soon. Turns out, Essa’s father owed the don a bit too much money. So Moretti was brokering a deal to take a fifty-one percent stock of the company in exchange for considering the debt paid in full. There was another option on the table as well, but the don had refused to elaborate further on that. Which was odd, considering Kyros was usually one of the few that Moretti let in on situations like that - mainly so Kyros knew who to strong arm into cooperating. He’d left the boss’ office feeling a little less than settled.
He made a few other stops, like getting a handful of groceries for his place, before he finally stopped at his favorite taco truck to get food for himself and his ‘guest.’
Little over an hour after he left, he was back, laden with plastic bags from the store and the taco truck. He managed to get up the stairs and open his door. Barely. “Bateman! Take some of these will ya?” He handed off a few bags, hissing as the weight was relieved from his fingers, creases being revealed from the weight of the bags after carrying them so far. He could have made some of the help do it for him, but that wasn’t really in Kyros to do. He didn’t like people in general, and only ever let a select few into his rooms. Ky and Bateman took everything to the kitchen, exchanging a few words about an upcoming poker game the following weekend. “Yeah, I’ll be there. But you’re getting searched before the game starts this time,” Ky warned the man. Bateman grabbed his chest, feigning a stab to the heart as he backed out of the suite, pulling the door closed behind him.
Once they were alone again, Kyros turned to Essa with a scrutinizing look. “Hey. Did he touch you?” There was no deep concern in his voice, but he did move towards her, grabbing her chin and moving her head from side to side as if he were checking for evidence.
Before he’d went to get food, Kyros had taken a detour to seek out Mr. Moretti, mostly to find out when he could be rid of the little nuisance he’d left in his rooms. But the don had given him little hope of ending his torment anytime soon. Turns out, Essa’s father owed the don a bit too much money. So Moretti was brokering a deal to take a fifty-one percent stock of the company in exchange for considering the debt paid in full. There was another option on the table as well, but the don had refused to elaborate further on that. Which was odd, considering Kyros was usually one of the few that Moretti let in on situations like that - mainly so Kyros knew who to strong arm into cooperating. He’d left the boss’ office feeling a little less than settled.
He made a few other stops, like getting a handful of groceries for his place, before he finally stopped at his favorite taco truck to get food for himself and his ‘guest.’
Little over an hour after he left, he was back, laden with plastic bags from the store and the taco truck. He managed to get up the stairs and open his door. Barely. “Bateman! Take some of these will ya?” He handed off a few bags, hissing as the weight was relieved from his fingers, creases being revealed from the weight of the bags after carrying them so far. He could have made some of the help do it for him, but that wasn’t really in Kyros to do. He didn’t like people in general, and only ever let a select few into his rooms. Ky and Bateman took everything to the kitchen, exchanging a few words about an upcoming poker game the following weekend. “Yeah, I’ll be there. But you’re getting searched before the game starts this time,” Ky warned the man. Bateman grabbed his chest, feigning a stab to the heart as he backed out of the suite, pulling the door closed behind him.
Once they were alone again, Kyros turned to Essa with a scrutinizing look. “Hey. Did he touch you?” There was no deep concern in his voice, but he did move towards her, grabbing her chin and moving her head from side to side as if he were checking for evidence.
It was only when he entered the room, barking already that she glanced in his direction. But only briefly as the movie’s couple were parted after their all too brief reunion. She leaned forward, pulling her knees to her chest, not even thinking about the view that might offer in as short of attire as she was currently wearing. She was too deep in the world of the movie for such matters.
She hated this part. Buttercup had tried so hard to do the right thing - to save her love’s life, even if it meant losing him herself. If only her betrothed had been a man with a shred of honor. She knew the pain of what was coming next, but she was transfixed nonetheless, ignoring the men as they talked in the kitchen.
It was only when Kyros strode towards her, gripping her chin in hand that her focus shifted to him. His hands were so large and warm on her face. The gesture made her blush a little even as he turned her head from side to side. “The only mark on me is from you,” she said dryly with a raise of her eyebrow as she gestured vaguely towards her neck. “All he did was stand and stare the whole time. It almost made me miss your insults.”
She tilted her head slightly, making no move to pull back from his grasp as she looked up to him. “What was with that threat when you were leaving anyway? It was a little melodramatic.”
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It was only when he entered the room, barking already that she glanced in his direction. But only briefly as the movie’s couple were parted after their all too brief reunion. She leaned forward, pulling her knees to her chest, not even thinking about the view that might offer in as short of attire as she was currently wearing. She was too deep in the world of the movie for such matters.
She hated this part. Buttercup had tried so hard to do the right thing - to save her love’s life, even if it meant losing him herself. If only her betrothed had been a man with a shred of honor. She knew the pain of what was coming next, but she was transfixed nonetheless, ignoring the men as they talked in the kitchen.
It was only when Kyros strode towards her, gripping her chin in hand that her focus shifted to him. His hands were so large and warm on her face. The gesture made her blush a little even as he turned her head from side to side. “The only mark on me is from you,” she said dryly with a raise of her eyebrow as she gestured vaguely towards her neck. “All he did was stand and stare the whole time. It almost made me miss your insults.”
She tilted her head slightly, making no move to pull back from his grasp as she looked up to him. “What was with that threat when you were leaving anyway? It was a little melodramatic.”
It was only when he entered the room, barking already that she glanced in his direction. But only briefly as the movie’s couple were parted after their all too brief reunion. She leaned forward, pulling her knees to her chest, not even thinking about the view that might offer in as short of attire as she was currently wearing. She was too deep in the world of the movie for such matters.
She hated this part. Buttercup had tried so hard to do the right thing - to save her love’s life, even if it meant losing him herself. If only her betrothed had been a man with a shred of honor. She knew the pain of what was coming next, but she was transfixed nonetheless, ignoring the men as they talked in the kitchen.
It was only when Kyros strode towards her, gripping her chin in hand that her focus shifted to him. His hands were so large and warm on her face. The gesture made her blush a little even as he turned her head from side to side. “The only mark on me is from you,” she said dryly with a raise of her eyebrow as she gestured vaguely towards her neck. “All he did was stand and stare the whole time. It almost made me miss your insults.”
She tilted her head slightly, making no move to pull back from his grasp as she looked up to him. “What was with that threat when you were leaving anyway? It was a little melodramatic.”
Kyros had sat down next to her as he examined her. It didn’t escape his notice how she was sitting either. He could see the wite lace of her panties peeking out between her legs. He had to force himself not to just stare. Not that it mattered. Moretti wouldn’t care what happened to her, he’d already said as much. ‘As long as she can heal.’ “Yeah, well, with the way you’re sitting you’re lucky all he did was stare.” Kyros pointedly looked down to her painties and back up to her face. Maybe he should have found clothes for her while he was out. But keeping her in his shirt had more than one use, he had to admit. It kept her in the suite more easily, and it made for a nice view when she wasn’t paying attention. FInally satisfied that she seemed to have been spared from Bateman, he let her go and went back to the kitchen. “Bateman has a bit of a reputation of not keeping his hands to himself. Trust me, princess, if i hadn’t warned him off you, he would have taken what wasn’t his to take simply because it was there.” Kyros was pulling out food and fixing sodas in glasses of ice as he spoke. “But he’s also a spineless bastard that I knew would listen when I told him not to touch you.”
He brought her a styrofoam box with fajitas and rice in it and a glass of pepsi, then he went back for his own. He settled in on the couch, food and drink on the low table in front of it. He had the small dining table, but it was usually just him here and so he had a habit of just eating in front of the TV with a game or a movie playing. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. A few minutes later had settled on an older looking movie that appeared to be in the middle of a gun fight scene. “So… how much does your father care about that big fancy company of his?” He picked up his own food and started eating. Damn he was hungry.
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Kyros had sat down next to her as he examined her. It didn’t escape his notice how she was sitting either. He could see the wite lace of her panties peeking out between her legs. He had to force himself not to just stare. Not that it mattered. Moretti wouldn’t care what happened to her, he’d already said as much. ‘As long as she can heal.’ “Yeah, well, with the way you’re sitting you’re lucky all he did was stare.” Kyros pointedly looked down to her painties and back up to her face. Maybe he should have found clothes for her while he was out. But keeping her in his shirt had more than one use, he had to admit. It kept her in the suite more easily, and it made for a nice view when she wasn’t paying attention. FInally satisfied that she seemed to have been spared from Bateman, he let her go and went back to the kitchen. “Bateman has a bit of a reputation of not keeping his hands to himself. Trust me, princess, if i hadn’t warned him off you, he would have taken what wasn’t his to take simply because it was there.” Kyros was pulling out food and fixing sodas in glasses of ice as he spoke. “But he’s also a spineless bastard that I knew would listen when I told him not to touch you.”
He brought her a styrofoam box with fajitas and rice in it and a glass of pepsi, then he went back for his own. He settled in on the couch, food and drink on the low table in front of it. He had the small dining table, but it was usually just him here and so he had a habit of just eating in front of the TV with a game or a movie playing. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. A few minutes later had settled on an older looking movie that appeared to be in the middle of a gun fight scene. “So… how much does your father care about that big fancy company of his?” He picked up his own food and started eating. Damn he was hungry.
Kyros had sat down next to her as he examined her. It didn’t escape his notice how she was sitting either. He could see the wite lace of her panties peeking out between her legs. He had to force himself not to just stare. Not that it mattered. Moretti wouldn’t care what happened to her, he’d already said as much. ‘As long as she can heal.’ “Yeah, well, with the way you’re sitting you’re lucky all he did was stare.” Kyros pointedly looked down to her painties and back up to her face. Maybe he should have found clothes for her while he was out. But keeping her in his shirt had more than one use, he had to admit. It kept her in the suite more easily, and it made for a nice view when she wasn’t paying attention. FInally satisfied that she seemed to have been spared from Bateman, he let her go and went back to the kitchen. “Bateman has a bit of a reputation of not keeping his hands to himself. Trust me, princess, if i hadn’t warned him off you, he would have taken what wasn’t his to take simply because it was there.” Kyros was pulling out food and fixing sodas in glasses of ice as he spoke. “But he’s also a spineless bastard that I knew would listen when I told him not to touch you.”
He brought her a styrofoam box with fajitas and rice in it and a glass of pepsi, then he went back for his own. He settled in on the couch, food and drink on the low table in front of it. He had the small dining table, but it was usually just him here and so he had a habit of just eating in front of the TV with a game or a movie playing. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. A few minutes later had settled on an older looking movie that appeared to be in the middle of a gun fight scene. “So… how much does your father care about that big fancy company of his?” He picked up his own food and started eating. Damn he was hungry.
Essa’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he mentioned the way she was sitting. It was only as she followed his gaze that she suddenly gasped, her feet hurriedly lowering to the floor as her hands scrambled to pull the shirt down tighter over her underwear. She couldn’t manage words, giving just a loud outraged squeak of shock. Meanwhile, she was blushing furiously. It seemed she had already managed to blush more in front of Kyros today than she had in a full year.
That look only morphed into one of further horror as he explained the other man’s reputation. “What the hell!?” she shouted finally. “How could you leave me alone with him then? What if something had happened?” She couldn’t quite wrap her mind about what she had apparently avoided. “God, I feel like I need a shower now just from being in the same room as him,” she said, squirming uncomfortably.
She accepted the styrofoam container from him, practically drooling at the food within. “Oh my goodness, this smells amazing!” she gushed, more than happy to eat on the couch. She usually did at home too, unless her father was home. Which admittedly almost never happened. Though sometimes she ate with various members of the staff just so she wasn’t alone for once.
Yet as he grabbed the remote and began changing the channels she bolted upright. “Hey! I was watching that! How can you not want to watch such a classic work of genius as Princess Bride? Don’t you have any taste?” she demanded to know. Her eyes rolled as he settled on an old shootout movie. Of course. So typical. Grumbling, she leaned back against the couch, taking a few bites of her food.
His question took her off guard though. “Well, he refers to it as his first born child,” she answered dryly. “So what do you think?”
She leaned forward to take a sip of soda. “If we’re continuing the metaphor, the company is the golden child who gets all the attention and I’m the spare, there only to make him look better. He cares but... well, he doesn’t have time or energy or motivation to do much about it. So he throws money at it - at me.” She gave a small shrug. She was used to it - it was all she had really known - but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother her. Sometimes it felt as though she was going to drown in her loneliness. Taking another fight of her food, she turned towards him, her eyes studying him carefully.
“Why do you ask?”
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Essa’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he mentioned the way she was sitting. It was only as she followed his gaze that she suddenly gasped, her feet hurriedly lowering to the floor as her hands scrambled to pull the shirt down tighter over her underwear. She couldn’t manage words, giving just a loud outraged squeak of shock. Meanwhile, she was blushing furiously. It seemed she had already managed to blush more in front of Kyros today than she had in a full year.
That look only morphed into one of further horror as he explained the other man’s reputation. “What the hell!?” she shouted finally. “How could you leave me alone with him then? What if something had happened?” She couldn’t quite wrap her mind about what she had apparently avoided. “God, I feel like I need a shower now just from being in the same room as him,” she said, squirming uncomfortably.
She accepted the styrofoam container from him, practically drooling at the food within. “Oh my goodness, this smells amazing!” she gushed, more than happy to eat on the couch. She usually did at home too, unless her father was home. Which admittedly almost never happened. Though sometimes she ate with various members of the staff just so she wasn’t alone for once.
Yet as he grabbed the remote and began changing the channels she bolted upright. “Hey! I was watching that! How can you not want to watch such a classic work of genius as Princess Bride? Don’t you have any taste?” she demanded to know. Her eyes rolled as he settled on an old shootout movie. Of course. So typical. Grumbling, she leaned back against the couch, taking a few bites of her food.
His question took her off guard though. “Well, he refers to it as his first born child,” she answered dryly. “So what do you think?”
She leaned forward to take a sip of soda. “If we’re continuing the metaphor, the company is the golden child who gets all the attention and I’m the spare, there only to make him look better. He cares but... well, he doesn’t have time or energy or motivation to do much about it. So he throws money at it - at me.” She gave a small shrug. She was used to it - it was all she had really known - but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother her. Sometimes it felt as though she was going to drown in her loneliness. Taking another fight of her food, she turned towards him, her eyes studying him carefully.
“Why do you ask?”
Essa’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he mentioned the way she was sitting. It was only as she followed his gaze that she suddenly gasped, her feet hurriedly lowering to the floor as her hands scrambled to pull the shirt down tighter over her underwear. She couldn’t manage words, giving just a loud outraged squeak of shock. Meanwhile, she was blushing furiously. It seemed she had already managed to blush more in front of Kyros today than she had in a full year.
That look only morphed into one of further horror as he explained the other man’s reputation. “What the hell!?” she shouted finally. “How could you leave me alone with him then? What if something had happened?” She couldn’t quite wrap her mind about what she had apparently avoided. “God, I feel like I need a shower now just from being in the same room as him,” she said, squirming uncomfortably.
She accepted the styrofoam container from him, practically drooling at the food within. “Oh my goodness, this smells amazing!” she gushed, more than happy to eat on the couch. She usually did at home too, unless her father was home. Which admittedly almost never happened. Though sometimes she ate with various members of the staff just so she wasn’t alone for once.
Yet as he grabbed the remote and began changing the channels she bolted upright. “Hey! I was watching that! How can you not want to watch such a classic work of genius as Princess Bride? Don’t you have any taste?” she demanded to know. Her eyes rolled as he settled on an old shootout movie. Of course. So typical. Grumbling, she leaned back against the couch, taking a few bites of her food.
His question took her off guard though. “Well, he refers to it as his first born child,” she answered dryly. “So what do you think?”
She leaned forward to take a sip of soda. “If we’re continuing the metaphor, the company is the golden child who gets all the attention and I’m the spare, there only to make him look better. He cares but... well, he doesn’t have time or energy or motivation to do much about it. So he throws money at it - at me.” She gave a small shrug. She was used to it - it was all she had really known - but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother her. Sometimes it felt as though she was going to drown in her loneliness. Taking another fight of her food, she turned towards him, her eyes studying him carefully.