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He was amused by her reactions when he pointed out how she was sitting in such a revealing way, the color in her cheeks made him want to touch her face. Which was a weird feeling in itself. He laughed aloud at her protest of being left alone with Bateman. “Shower’s over there, be my guest.” He said offhandedly, waving a hand in the direction of a closed door next to his bedroom door which stood open. The bathroom had two doors really. One from the living room, and one from the bedroom. And it wasn’t a small bathroom either. Double sinks, jacuzzi tub, standing shower with a rainfall shower option.
Kyros ignored her cries of protest about the movie she’d been watching, except to say, “My television.”
He listened not saying much as she described how her father seemed to care more for the company than for her. Well fuck. Would he even respond to the threat of not getting her back if he didn’t sign over the majority of the company? Kyros was beginning to think he was going to be stuck with Essa for a lot longer than the day. It was already nearly three in the afternoon. Shit. This made him wonder what the other offer on the table was, and why wouldn’t Moretti tell him what it was?
‘Why do you ask?’
He sniffed, picking up his drink. He shook his head as he lifted it to his lips. “No, reason, just making small talk.” He set the glass down and picked the remote back up, switching the tv channel back to what she had it on. He muttered something about having seen the other movie before, as he stood with his food and moved to the table. He pulled over one of his text books and flipped it open to a marked page and began reading while he finished his food. But he couldn’t really focus on the words, kept reading the same sentence over again. He kept thinking about what she’d said. He should have bought a new lock for his door. Or demanded Moretti put someone else in charge of her.
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He was amused by her reactions when he pointed out how she was sitting in such a revealing way, the color in her cheeks made him want to touch her face. Which was a weird feeling in itself. He laughed aloud at her protest of being left alone with Bateman. “Shower’s over there, be my guest.” He said offhandedly, waving a hand in the direction of a closed door next to his bedroom door which stood open. The bathroom had two doors really. One from the living room, and one from the bedroom. And it wasn’t a small bathroom either. Double sinks, jacuzzi tub, standing shower with a rainfall shower option.
Kyros ignored her cries of protest about the movie she’d been watching, except to say, “My television.”
He listened not saying much as she described how her father seemed to care more for the company than for her. Well fuck. Would he even respond to the threat of not getting her back if he didn’t sign over the majority of the company? Kyros was beginning to think he was going to be stuck with Essa for a lot longer than the day. It was already nearly three in the afternoon. Shit. This made him wonder what the other offer on the table was, and why wouldn’t Moretti tell him what it was?
‘Why do you ask?’
He sniffed, picking up his drink. He shook his head as he lifted it to his lips. “No, reason, just making small talk.” He set the glass down and picked the remote back up, switching the tv channel back to what she had it on. He muttered something about having seen the other movie before, as he stood with his food and moved to the table. He pulled over one of his text books and flipped it open to a marked page and began reading while he finished his food. But he couldn’t really focus on the words, kept reading the same sentence over again. He kept thinking about what she’d said. He should have bought a new lock for his door. Or demanded Moretti put someone else in charge of her.
He was amused by her reactions when he pointed out how she was sitting in such a revealing way, the color in her cheeks made him want to touch her face. Which was a weird feeling in itself. He laughed aloud at her protest of being left alone with Bateman. “Shower’s over there, be my guest.” He said offhandedly, waving a hand in the direction of a closed door next to his bedroom door which stood open. The bathroom had two doors really. One from the living room, and one from the bedroom. And it wasn’t a small bathroom either. Double sinks, jacuzzi tub, standing shower with a rainfall shower option.
Kyros ignored her cries of protest about the movie she’d been watching, except to say, “My television.”
He listened not saying much as she described how her father seemed to care more for the company than for her. Well fuck. Would he even respond to the threat of not getting her back if he didn’t sign over the majority of the company? Kyros was beginning to think he was going to be stuck with Essa for a lot longer than the day. It was already nearly three in the afternoon. Shit. This made him wonder what the other offer on the table was, and why wouldn’t Moretti tell him what it was?
‘Why do you ask?’
He sniffed, picking up his drink. He shook his head as he lifted it to his lips. “No, reason, just making small talk.” He set the glass down and picked the remote back up, switching the tv channel back to what she had it on. He muttered something about having seen the other movie before, as he stood with his food and moved to the table. He pulled over one of his text books and flipped it open to a marked page and began reading while he finished his food. But he couldn’t really focus on the words, kept reading the same sentence over again. He kept thinking about what she’d said. He should have bought a new lock for his door. Or demanded Moretti put someone else in charge of her.
Her eyes darted towards the bathroom he gestured at. “Depends, am I allowed to close the door?” she asked, looking at him through narrowed eyes. She knew he wasn’t interested in looking at her naked - not in a pervy way at least - but there was a vulnerability to being seen naked. And that was something she was very much not comfortable with. Especially not knowing how he hated her. She could practically already hear the thoughts he’d have. Wondering why her father hadn’t bought her better boobs or maybe a butt implant. Something to add curves to her girlish body. Who wanted to look at a barely B cup? Being tiny hardly mattered if you were straight as a board. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before anyway. But she just couldn’t handle those thoughts right now.
She shuddered just thinking of it. “Yeah, no thanks. Maybe later,” she muttered, not wanting to explain further.
Essa huffed in reply, disappointed, but knowing she had no room to argue. He was oddly quiet as she spoke and her eyes narrowed suspiciously once more as he shrugged the whole topic off. His changing the channel and walking away only confirmed it for her. He was hiding something. Her mind raced as she ate more of her food, trying to enjoy the movie, but no longer able to focus on it. Finally, she just gave up, standing and turning towards him.
“No way. That is a loaded question, not small talk and you know it.” There was no question in her voice. She knew that much was true.
So she did what she had done most the day. She followed him. Standing before him as he sat at the table, they were nearly the same height. Closer than when he stood and towered above her at least. Essa crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. She could continue to be a barb in his side no problem. “What aren’t you telling me? Is this about the ransom? Or are you just that eager to know how long before you have free reign to torture me? Just get it over with and tell me already.”
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Her eyes darted towards the bathroom he gestured at. “Depends, am I allowed to close the door?” she asked, looking at him through narrowed eyes. She knew he wasn’t interested in looking at her naked - not in a pervy way at least - but there was a vulnerability to being seen naked. And that was something she was very much not comfortable with. Especially not knowing how he hated her. She could practically already hear the thoughts he’d have. Wondering why her father hadn’t bought her better boobs or maybe a butt implant. Something to add curves to her girlish body. Who wanted to look at a barely B cup? Being tiny hardly mattered if you were straight as a board. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before anyway. But she just couldn’t handle those thoughts right now.
She shuddered just thinking of it. “Yeah, no thanks. Maybe later,” she muttered, not wanting to explain further.
Essa huffed in reply, disappointed, but knowing she had no room to argue. He was oddly quiet as she spoke and her eyes narrowed suspiciously once more as he shrugged the whole topic off. His changing the channel and walking away only confirmed it for her. He was hiding something. Her mind raced as she ate more of her food, trying to enjoy the movie, but no longer able to focus on it. Finally, she just gave up, standing and turning towards him.
“No way. That is a loaded question, not small talk and you know it.” There was no question in her voice. She knew that much was true.
So she did what she had done most the day. She followed him. Standing before him as he sat at the table, they were nearly the same height. Closer than when he stood and towered above her at least. Essa crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. She could continue to be a barb in his side no problem. “What aren’t you telling me? Is this about the ransom? Or are you just that eager to know how long before you have free reign to torture me? Just get it over with and tell me already.”
Her eyes darted towards the bathroom he gestured at. “Depends, am I allowed to close the door?” she asked, looking at him through narrowed eyes. She knew he wasn’t interested in looking at her naked - not in a pervy way at least - but there was a vulnerability to being seen naked. And that was something she was very much not comfortable with. Especially not knowing how he hated her. She could practically already hear the thoughts he’d have. Wondering why her father hadn’t bought her better boobs or maybe a butt implant. Something to add curves to her girlish body. Who wanted to look at a barely B cup? Being tiny hardly mattered if you were straight as a board. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before anyway. But she just couldn’t handle those thoughts right now.
She shuddered just thinking of it. “Yeah, no thanks. Maybe later,” she muttered, not wanting to explain further.
Essa huffed in reply, disappointed, but knowing she had no room to argue. He was oddly quiet as she spoke and her eyes narrowed suspiciously once more as he shrugged the whole topic off. His changing the channel and walking away only confirmed it for her. He was hiding something. Her mind raced as she ate more of her food, trying to enjoy the movie, but no longer able to focus on it. Finally, she just gave up, standing and turning towards him.
“No way. That is a loaded question, not small talk and you know it.” There was no question in her voice. She knew that much was true.
So she did what she had done most the day. She followed him. Standing before him as he sat at the table, they were nearly the same height. Closer than when he stood and towered above her at least. Essa crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. She could continue to be a barb in his side no problem. “What aren’t you telling me? Is this about the ransom? Or are you just that eager to know how long before you have free reign to torture me? Just get it over with and tell me already.”
‘Depends, am I allowed to close the door?’
Kyros looked at her through his lashes from where he’d been putting their drinks together. He pursed his lips like he was contemplating her question. “Mmm...no.” Why let her close the door and deny himself the opportunity to peek at her again. As long as she was going to be here, he might as well find some enjoyment from it. He laughed when she’d turned the idea down, though. He wondered if she would even use the bathroom at all if he didn’t allow her to shut the door. Or would she just start wiggling like she had ants in her underwear because she needed to pee and refused to go?
Now though, he sat at the table trying to make his brain focus on the text in front of him, just picking at his food at this point. He thought she’d carried on with watching her movie and would leave him in peace. Guess he thought wrong.
‘No way. That is a loaded question, not small talk and you know it.’
He sighed, putting his fork down, and shrugging out of his jacket as he let her rant on. She stood next to him now. Where he sat, it put them nearly at eye level. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his wooden dining chair. Damn this girl had some fire in her. He lifted a single brow, waiting to see if she was going to continue her jabbering. It seemed she was done .Hmm. He motioned for her to take a seat at the table with him, waving a hand at the other chair. “It seems that Mr. Drakos owes a shit ton of money to Moretti. It’s time to collect and father dearest doesn’t have the cash.” He paused to let that sink in. Wondering if she was smart enough to do the math and put the puzzle pieces together.
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‘Depends, am I allowed to close the door?’
Kyros looked at her through his lashes from where he’d been putting their drinks together. He pursed his lips like he was contemplating her question. “Mmm...no.” Why let her close the door and deny himself the opportunity to peek at her again. As long as she was going to be here, he might as well find some enjoyment from it. He laughed when she’d turned the idea down, though. He wondered if she would even use the bathroom at all if he didn’t allow her to shut the door. Or would she just start wiggling like she had ants in her underwear because she needed to pee and refused to go?
Now though, he sat at the table trying to make his brain focus on the text in front of him, just picking at his food at this point. He thought she’d carried on with watching her movie and would leave him in peace. Guess he thought wrong.
‘No way. That is a loaded question, not small talk and you know it.’
He sighed, putting his fork down, and shrugging out of his jacket as he let her rant on. She stood next to him now. Where he sat, it put them nearly at eye level. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his wooden dining chair. Damn this girl had some fire in her. He lifted a single brow, waiting to see if she was going to continue her jabbering. It seemed she was done .Hmm. He motioned for her to take a seat at the table with him, waving a hand at the other chair. “It seems that Mr. Drakos owes a shit ton of money to Moretti. It’s time to collect and father dearest doesn’t have the cash.” He paused to let that sink in. Wondering if she was smart enough to do the math and put the puzzle pieces together.
‘Depends, am I allowed to close the door?’
Kyros looked at her through his lashes from where he’d been putting their drinks together. He pursed his lips like he was contemplating her question. “Mmm...no.” Why let her close the door and deny himself the opportunity to peek at her again. As long as she was going to be here, he might as well find some enjoyment from it. He laughed when she’d turned the idea down, though. He wondered if she would even use the bathroom at all if he didn’t allow her to shut the door. Or would she just start wiggling like she had ants in her underwear because she needed to pee and refused to go?
Now though, he sat at the table trying to make his brain focus on the text in front of him, just picking at his food at this point. He thought she’d carried on with watching her movie and would leave him in peace. Guess he thought wrong.
‘No way. That is a loaded question, not small talk and you know it.’
He sighed, putting his fork down, and shrugging out of his jacket as he let her rant on. She stood next to him now. Where he sat, it put them nearly at eye level. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his wooden dining chair. Damn this girl had some fire in her. He lifted a single brow, waiting to see if she was going to continue her jabbering. It seemed she was done .Hmm. He motioned for her to take a seat at the table with him, waving a hand at the other chair. “It seems that Mr. Drakos owes a shit ton of money to Moretti. It’s time to collect and father dearest doesn’t have the cash.” He paused to let that sink in. Wondering if she was smart enough to do the math and put the puzzle pieces together.
Essa was staring him down, certain he was going to resist, insisting she mind her own business. She wasn’t prepared for him to offer her a seat. That couldn’t be a good sign. She sat down in front of him, tentatively, just barely perched on the chair’s edge. Her eyes widened with surprise as he told her that not only did her father owe money to his boss - but it was more than he could pay. Her father didn’t exactly give her a detailed account of his financials, but she knew that he had quite a lot of assets available. If it was more than that...
No wonder they’d taken her hostage.
Her mind worked quickly to work out the facts that were right in front of her. “If he can’t offer cash... then it’s shares, isn’t it?” she asked softly, more rhetorically than anything. His company was worth a lot after all. More than his individual wealth. Her eyes widened further as she realized the ultimate goal. “Oh god, he wants majority shares, doesn’t he?” There was panic in her eyes, already thinking about her father’s reaction to the offer.
Her mouth went dry as she leaned back in the chair, visibly a shade or two paler than normal. “If I’m murdered... he can get tons of press, a huge profit boom. It’s between that and losing control of his company altogether...” Her eyes finally met Kyros’s. “As if that wasn’t enough, he’ll regain control of all my assets as well... Fuck. I’m literally on borrowed time. He can recover from my loss far easier than the alternative. He might draw it out, but it's not a decision he has to consider. He might pretend to struggle, but it's not even a question.”
He could live without her. He could thrive without her. He could milk her death for years - for the rest of his life. Pretend he was an innocent victim rather than the man ultimately responsible.
She had already accepted the likelihood of how this was going to end, but realizing that it was no longer a possibility but an inevitability hit her harder than she anticipated. Tears began to fall from her eyes. She wasn’t sobbing - simply staring ahead without truly seeing anything - yet the tears kept coming. Her hands clutched at the seat of the chair so tightly her knuckles were white, and yet she felt numb to it all.
She was just a walking corpse at this point after all. And now she knew it.
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Essa was staring him down, certain he was going to resist, insisting she mind her own business. She wasn’t prepared for him to offer her a seat. That couldn’t be a good sign. She sat down in front of him, tentatively, just barely perched on the chair’s edge. Her eyes widened with surprise as he told her that not only did her father owe money to his boss - but it was more than he could pay. Her father didn’t exactly give her a detailed account of his financials, but she knew that he had quite a lot of assets available. If it was more than that...
No wonder they’d taken her hostage.
Her mind worked quickly to work out the facts that were right in front of her. “If he can’t offer cash... then it’s shares, isn’t it?” she asked softly, more rhetorically than anything. His company was worth a lot after all. More than his individual wealth. Her eyes widened further as she realized the ultimate goal. “Oh god, he wants majority shares, doesn’t he?” There was panic in her eyes, already thinking about her father’s reaction to the offer.
Her mouth went dry as she leaned back in the chair, visibly a shade or two paler than normal. “If I’m murdered... he can get tons of press, a huge profit boom. It’s between that and losing control of his company altogether...” Her eyes finally met Kyros’s. “As if that wasn’t enough, he’ll regain control of all my assets as well... Fuck. I’m literally on borrowed time. He can recover from my loss far easier than the alternative. He might draw it out, but it's not a decision he has to consider. He might pretend to struggle, but it's not even a question.”
He could live without her. He could thrive without her. He could milk her death for years - for the rest of his life. Pretend he was an innocent victim rather than the man ultimately responsible.
She had already accepted the likelihood of how this was going to end, but realizing that it was no longer a possibility but an inevitability hit her harder than she anticipated. Tears began to fall from her eyes. She wasn’t sobbing - simply staring ahead without truly seeing anything - yet the tears kept coming. Her hands clutched at the seat of the chair so tightly her knuckles were white, and yet she felt numb to it all.
She was just a walking corpse at this point after all. And now she knew it.
Essa was staring him down, certain he was going to resist, insisting she mind her own business. She wasn’t prepared for him to offer her a seat. That couldn’t be a good sign. She sat down in front of him, tentatively, just barely perched on the chair’s edge. Her eyes widened with surprise as he told her that not only did her father owe money to his boss - but it was more than he could pay. Her father didn’t exactly give her a detailed account of his financials, but she knew that he had quite a lot of assets available. If it was more than that...
No wonder they’d taken her hostage.
Her mind worked quickly to work out the facts that were right in front of her. “If he can’t offer cash... then it’s shares, isn’t it?” she asked softly, more rhetorically than anything. His company was worth a lot after all. More than his individual wealth. Her eyes widened further as she realized the ultimate goal. “Oh god, he wants majority shares, doesn’t he?” There was panic in her eyes, already thinking about her father’s reaction to the offer.
Her mouth went dry as she leaned back in the chair, visibly a shade or two paler than normal. “If I’m murdered... he can get tons of press, a huge profit boom. It’s between that and losing control of his company altogether...” Her eyes finally met Kyros’s. “As if that wasn’t enough, he’ll regain control of all my assets as well... Fuck. I’m literally on borrowed time. He can recover from my loss far easier than the alternative. He might draw it out, but it's not a decision he has to consider. He might pretend to struggle, but it's not even a question.”
He could live without her. He could thrive without her. He could milk her death for years - for the rest of his life. Pretend he was an innocent victim rather than the man ultimately responsible.
She had already accepted the likelihood of how this was going to end, but realizing that it was no longer a possibility but an inevitability hit her harder than she anticipated. Tears began to fall from her eyes. She wasn’t sobbing - simply staring ahead without truly seeing anything - yet the tears kept coming. Her hands clutched at the seat of the chair so tightly her knuckles were white, and yet she felt numb to it all.
She was just a walking corpse at this point after all. And now she knew it.
‘If he can’t offer cash... then it’s shares, isn’t it?’
Kyros sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, and simply let his brows rise as he watched her jump the mental hurdles in her head. Her features were so expressive, he could actually see the very moment each connection was made.
‘Oh god, he wants majority shares, doesn’t he?’
He tilted his head, dipping his chin in a single nod. The only affirmation he would give that her assumptions were on the mark. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, using his upper teeth to scratch at a spot in the middle of his chin. He watched her turn paler. Listened silently as she fit together the reasons why her father wouldn’t sign over more than half his company. From the sound of it, she was now a woman with nothing to lose… but everything to gain… if she could manage to escape. He would need to keep a careful eye on her, more so than before. Yeah… he should have bought a new lock for the door. ONe that needed a key to open it. If she was right, her father would drag this out as long as he could, which meant he would be stuck with her for just as long. Fuck. Me.
She grew quiet, and her silence brought his attention back to her. His grey eyes narrowed on her. She was sitting rigidly in the chair, staring straight ahead as if she wasn’t even seeing what was in front of her. Streaks of tears glistened on her cheeks. Shit. She was crying now? Fucking princess. At least she wasn’t straight up balling and sobbing and screaming in denial like most girls like her would do. He had to give her credit for that. She had a strong will.
Kyros honestly wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. He wasn’t good with emotions. And it wasn’t his job to comfort the hostage. So left her there. Got up and went back to the couch, picked up a playstation controller and turned on an Assassin’s Creed game. Let the princess sulk.
...Maybe he shouldn’t have told her?
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‘If he can’t offer cash... then it’s shares, isn’t it?’
Kyros sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, and simply let his brows rise as he watched her jump the mental hurdles in her head. Her features were so expressive, he could actually see the very moment each connection was made.
‘Oh god, he wants majority shares, doesn’t he?’
He tilted his head, dipping his chin in a single nod. The only affirmation he would give that her assumptions were on the mark. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, using his upper teeth to scratch at a spot in the middle of his chin. He watched her turn paler. Listened silently as she fit together the reasons why her father wouldn’t sign over more than half his company. From the sound of it, she was now a woman with nothing to lose… but everything to gain… if she could manage to escape. He would need to keep a careful eye on her, more so than before. Yeah… he should have bought a new lock for the door. ONe that needed a key to open it. If she was right, her father would drag this out as long as he could, which meant he would be stuck with her for just as long. Fuck. Me.
She grew quiet, and her silence brought his attention back to her. His grey eyes narrowed on her. She was sitting rigidly in the chair, staring straight ahead as if she wasn’t even seeing what was in front of her. Streaks of tears glistened on her cheeks. Shit. She was crying now? Fucking princess. At least she wasn’t straight up balling and sobbing and screaming in denial like most girls like her would do. He had to give her credit for that. She had a strong will.
Kyros honestly wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. He wasn’t good with emotions. And it wasn’t his job to comfort the hostage. So left her there. Got up and went back to the couch, picked up a playstation controller and turned on an Assassin’s Creed game. Let the princess sulk.
...Maybe he shouldn’t have told her?
‘If he can’t offer cash... then it’s shares, isn’t it?’
Kyros sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, and simply let his brows rise as he watched her jump the mental hurdles in her head. Her features were so expressive, he could actually see the very moment each connection was made.
‘Oh god, he wants majority shares, doesn’t he?’
He tilted his head, dipping his chin in a single nod. The only affirmation he would give that her assumptions were on the mark. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, using his upper teeth to scratch at a spot in the middle of his chin. He watched her turn paler. Listened silently as she fit together the reasons why her father wouldn’t sign over more than half his company. From the sound of it, she was now a woman with nothing to lose… but everything to gain… if she could manage to escape. He would need to keep a careful eye on her, more so than before. Yeah… he should have bought a new lock for the door. ONe that needed a key to open it. If she was right, her father would drag this out as long as he could, which meant he would be stuck with her for just as long. Fuck. Me.
She grew quiet, and her silence brought his attention back to her. His grey eyes narrowed on her. She was sitting rigidly in the chair, staring straight ahead as if she wasn’t even seeing what was in front of her. Streaks of tears glistened on her cheeks. Shit. She was crying now? Fucking princess. At least she wasn’t straight up balling and sobbing and screaming in denial like most girls like her would do. He had to give her credit for that. She had a strong will.
Kyros honestly wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. He wasn’t good with emotions. And it wasn’t his job to comfort the hostage. So left her there. Got up and went back to the couch, picked up a playstation controller and turned on an Assassin’s Creed game. Let the princess sulk.
...Maybe he shouldn’t have told her?
Essa didn’t even register when he walked away. She couldn’t even guess how long she stayed like that. Time was meaningless to her. Eventually she released her grip on the chair, her hands aching, reluctant to uncurl. Red marks from the edges of the furniture marked the skin there. Eventually her tears dried, but even then, she made no move to wipe them from her face.
Slowly the tension of her body faded, just as her will to live had.
By night’s end she still sat in that same chair, though now she leaned forward, arms supporting her head as she stared off into space. All she could do was think of all the things she had never done. All the sacrifices she had made for the sake of a better future, someday. A someday she would never see.
All her life she had been lonely - deeply, achingly lonely. But she had never felt so deeply as unwanted as she did now. Her father would send her to her death like it was nothing more than gambling on a stock. Some distant business decision of weighing risk and reward. How could he be so cold? Would he even care when she was gone? Would he miss her? Would he feel any guilt, shed any tears that weren’t just a prop for a camera?
No one else would miss her.
That much she knew with certainty. Most of her peers wouldn’t even notice her absence in school. Even the few she was sociable with, they merely tolerated her presence. She wasn’t a part of the group. She had never belonged. Not with anyone. Not even in her own family.
Would anyone show up to her funeral?
What kind of question was that. Her father would treat her funeral like a charity event - inviting anyone who could suit him, making it into a spectacle of what a tragically bereaved father he was. But no one would be there for her. Not truly.
How had she gone so wrong in life that no one was even going to care when she vanished altogether?
These were the thoughts that ran through her mind, cycling for hours on end as the sun fell in the sky and disappeared beneath the horizon. She had retreated to a dark place within herself. She had been there before, but there had always been hope for the future to pull her out. She had forced herself to keep going, so certain that she would be able to create a better life where she didn’t feel this way if only she had more time.
What a fool she had been.
This time there was no hope. There was no brighter tomorrow. There was only the end, looming before her, and a mile of regret behind her. A dark voice reminding her that it wasn’t her choices that made her so lonely, so unwanted. That was simply who she was. Why would anyone want to care about someone like her? Her father would probably be relieved she was gone. He always said she was too soft. Now she wouldn’t be a burden to him.
It was better this way. It was a relief. She was so tired.... and soon she could rest. Soon it would all be over. Finally.
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Essa didn’t even register when he walked away. She couldn’t even guess how long she stayed like that. Time was meaningless to her. Eventually she released her grip on the chair, her hands aching, reluctant to uncurl. Red marks from the edges of the furniture marked the skin there. Eventually her tears dried, but even then, she made no move to wipe them from her face.
Slowly the tension of her body faded, just as her will to live had.
By night’s end she still sat in that same chair, though now she leaned forward, arms supporting her head as she stared off into space. All she could do was think of all the things she had never done. All the sacrifices she had made for the sake of a better future, someday. A someday she would never see.
All her life she had been lonely - deeply, achingly lonely. But she had never felt so deeply as unwanted as she did now. Her father would send her to her death like it was nothing more than gambling on a stock. Some distant business decision of weighing risk and reward. How could he be so cold? Would he even care when she was gone? Would he miss her? Would he feel any guilt, shed any tears that weren’t just a prop for a camera?
No one else would miss her.
That much she knew with certainty. Most of her peers wouldn’t even notice her absence in school. Even the few she was sociable with, they merely tolerated her presence. She wasn’t a part of the group. She had never belonged. Not with anyone. Not even in her own family.
Would anyone show up to her funeral?
What kind of question was that. Her father would treat her funeral like a charity event - inviting anyone who could suit him, making it into a spectacle of what a tragically bereaved father he was. But no one would be there for her. Not truly.
How had she gone so wrong in life that no one was even going to care when she vanished altogether?
These were the thoughts that ran through her mind, cycling for hours on end as the sun fell in the sky and disappeared beneath the horizon. She had retreated to a dark place within herself. She had been there before, but there had always been hope for the future to pull her out. She had forced herself to keep going, so certain that she would be able to create a better life where she didn’t feel this way if only she had more time.
What a fool she had been.
This time there was no hope. There was no brighter tomorrow. There was only the end, looming before her, and a mile of regret behind her. A dark voice reminding her that it wasn’t her choices that made her so lonely, so unwanted. That was simply who she was. Why would anyone want to care about someone like her? Her father would probably be relieved she was gone. He always said she was too soft. Now she wouldn’t be a burden to him.
It was better this way. It was a relief. She was so tired.... and soon she could rest. Soon it would all be over. Finally.
Essa didn’t even register when he walked away. She couldn’t even guess how long she stayed like that. Time was meaningless to her. Eventually she released her grip on the chair, her hands aching, reluctant to uncurl. Red marks from the edges of the furniture marked the skin there. Eventually her tears dried, but even then, she made no move to wipe them from her face.
Slowly the tension of her body faded, just as her will to live had.
By night’s end she still sat in that same chair, though now she leaned forward, arms supporting her head as she stared off into space. All she could do was think of all the things she had never done. All the sacrifices she had made for the sake of a better future, someday. A someday she would never see.
All her life she had been lonely - deeply, achingly lonely. But she had never felt so deeply as unwanted as she did now. Her father would send her to her death like it was nothing more than gambling on a stock. Some distant business decision of weighing risk and reward. How could he be so cold? Would he even care when she was gone? Would he miss her? Would he feel any guilt, shed any tears that weren’t just a prop for a camera?
No one else would miss her.
That much she knew with certainty. Most of her peers wouldn’t even notice her absence in school. Even the few she was sociable with, they merely tolerated her presence. She wasn’t a part of the group. She had never belonged. Not with anyone. Not even in her own family.
Would anyone show up to her funeral?
What kind of question was that. Her father would treat her funeral like a charity event - inviting anyone who could suit him, making it into a spectacle of what a tragically bereaved father he was. But no one would be there for her. Not truly.
How had she gone so wrong in life that no one was even going to care when she vanished altogether?
These were the thoughts that ran through her mind, cycling for hours on end as the sun fell in the sky and disappeared beneath the horizon. She had retreated to a dark place within herself. She had been there before, but there had always been hope for the future to pull her out. She had forced herself to keep going, so certain that she would be able to create a better life where she didn’t feel this way if only she had more time.
What a fool she had been.
This time there was no hope. There was no brighter tomorrow. There was only the end, looming before her, and a mile of regret behind her. A dark voice reminding her that it wasn’t her choices that made her so lonely, so unwanted. That was simply who she was. Why would anyone want to care about someone like her? Her father would probably be relieved she was gone. He always said she was too soft. Now she wouldn’t be a burden to him.
It was better this way. It was a relief. She was so tired.... and soon she could rest. Soon it would all be over. Finally.
Kyros lost himself in the game for hours, only glancing her direction every so often to make sure she hadn’t bolted for the balcony or some other stupid move. The sun sank below the tree line and still she hadn’t moved. Weird. Whatever. It was well after ten o’clock when his eyes started getting sensitive and he couldn’t stop the yawns any longer. He shut down his game system and stood up, stretching. He hadn’t meant to be in the game that long, but he’d also expected her to start bothering him again. He glared her way. She was still staring off into space.
He took the time to go to the bathroom and take care of a few things. He should really take a shower but he wasn’t about to leave her unguarded for that long. He masked any foul smell he might have with deodorant and moved on. Kyros stood in his room, looking at his bed. It was the only bed in the place, and while it was a queen sized, he didn’t really feel like sharing it with her. They weren’t dating, weren’t fucking. She was a prisoner - one he would most likely be required to off soon enough. But he couldn’t leave her in the front room all night with a door she could get out of. Ahe he certainly wasn’t sleeping on the couch. For one he was too long to fit on it comfortably, and for two… it was his suite! “Floor it is, then.” He didn’t actually have any spare blankets, but he did have a sleeping bag. He dug it out of the bottom of his closet and laid it out on the floor - on the side of the bed away from the door to his room. He tossed one of his only two pillows on the floor on top of it, then headed back to the front room. “Hey, princess! Time to quit sulking. I’m headed to bed, and you’re coming with me.”
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Kyros lost himself in the game for hours, only glancing her direction every so often to make sure she hadn’t bolted for the balcony or some other stupid move. The sun sank below the tree line and still she hadn’t moved. Weird. Whatever. It was well after ten o’clock when his eyes started getting sensitive and he couldn’t stop the yawns any longer. He shut down his game system and stood up, stretching. He hadn’t meant to be in the game that long, but he’d also expected her to start bothering him again. He glared her way. She was still staring off into space.
He took the time to go to the bathroom and take care of a few things. He should really take a shower but he wasn’t about to leave her unguarded for that long. He masked any foul smell he might have with deodorant and moved on. Kyros stood in his room, looking at his bed. It was the only bed in the place, and while it was a queen sized, he didn’t really feel like sharing it with her. They weren’t dating, weren’t fucking. She was a prisoner - one he would most likely be required to off soon enough. But he couldn’t leave her in the front room all night with a door she could get out of. Ahe he certainly wasn’t sleeping on the couch. For one he was too long to fit on it comfortably, and for two… it was his suite! “Floor it is, then.” He didn’t actually have any spare blankets, but he did have a sleeping bag. He dug it out of the bottom of his closet and laid it out on the floor - on the side of the bed away from the door to his room. He tossed one of his only two pillows on the floor on top of it, then headed back to the front room. “Hey, princess! Time to quit sulking. I’m headed to bed, and you’re coming with me.”
Kyros lost himself in the game for hours, only glancing her direction every so often to make sure she hadn’t bolted for the balcony or some other stupid move. The sun sank below the tree line and still she hadn’t moved. Weird. Whatever. It was well after ten o’clock when his eyes started getting sensitive and he couldn’t stop the yawns any longer. He shut down his game system and stood up, stretching. He hadn’t meant to be in the game that long, but he’d also expected her to start bothering him again. He glared her way. She was still staring off into space.
He took the time to go to the bathroom and take care of a few things. He should really take a shower but he wasn’t about to leave her unguarded for that long. He masked any foul smell he might have with deodorant and moved on. Kyros stood in his room, looking at his bed. It was the only bed in the place, and while it was a queen sized, he didn’t really feel like sharing it with her. They weren’t dating, weren’t fucking. She was a prisoner - one he would most likely be required to off soon enough. But he couldn’t leave her in the front room all night with a door she could get out of. Ahe he certainly wasn’t sleeping on the couch. For one he was too long to fit on it comfortably, and for two… it was his suite! “Floor it is, then.” He didn’t actually have any spare blankets, but he did have a sleeping bag. He dug it out of the bottom of his closet and laid it out on the floor - on the side of the bed away from the door to his room. He tossed one of his only two pillows on the floor on top of it, then headed back to the front room. “Hey, princess! Time to quit sulking. I’m headed to bed, and you’re coming with me.”
Essa had spiraled deep within herself. Enough that she scarcely noticed the hours that went by. Paid no mind to Kyros as he put aside the controller, turned off the television and began moving around the suite. It was so hard to care about anything right now.
His voice finally earned a response though as she slowly turned her head to look at him, nodding slightly. Earlier today, she would have snapped at him for suggesting she was sulking. After all, it wasn’t half as petty as that. It made it sound like she was pouting over him getting her food order wrong, not her impending death. But now... it just seemed dumb to care about that. Sleep was the first thing that didn’t seem entirely pointless. If she was asleep, she didn’t have to feel, didn’t have to think... the hours could just keep slipping away until she was finally released.
She stood and followed him wordlessly. Her whole body felt heavy, like she was moving through molasses. Her eyes surveyed his room, noticing the bed was missing a pillow. She honestly hadn’t given any thought to sleeping arrangements. She caught sight of the sleeping bag on the floor and nodded mutely before turning towards the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Her bladder had been aching for... she wasn’t even sure how long. Without hesitation, she slipped down her panties and sat on the toilet to do her business. It didn’t matter if Kyros was watching or not.
It was only as she flushed and turned to walk back into the room that she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a ghost - pale skin, sullen expression, dead eyes. It was fitting somehow.
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Essa had spiraled deep within herself. Enough that she scarcely noticed the hours that went by. Paid no mind to Kyros as he put aside the controller, turned off the television and began moving around the suite. It was so hard to care about anything right now.
His voice finally earned a response though as she slowly turned her head to look at him, nodding slightly. Earlier today, she would have snapped at him for suggesting she was sulking. After all, it wasn’t half as petty as that. It made it sound like she was pouting over him getting her food order wrong, not her impending death. But now... it just seemed dumb to care about that. Sleep was the first thing that didn’t seem entirely pointless. If she was asleep, she didn’t have to feel, didn’t have to think... the hours could just keep slipping away until she was finally released.
She stood and followed him wordlessly. Her whole body felt heavy, like she was moving through molasses. Her eyes surveyed his room, noticing the bed was missing a pillow. She honestly hadn’t given any thought to sleeping arrangements. She caught sight of the sleeping bag on the floor and nodded mutely before turning towards the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Her bladder had been aching for... she wasn’t even sure how long. Without hesitation, she slipped down her panties and sat on the toilet to do her business. It didn’t matter if Kyros was watching or not.
It was only as she flushed and turned to walk back into the room that she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a ghost - pale skin, sullen expression, dead eyes. It was fitting somehow.
Essa had spiraled deep within herself. Enough that she scarcely noticed the hours that went by. Paid no mind to Kyros as he put aside the controller, turned off the television and began moving around the suite. It was so hard to care about anything right now.
His voice finally earned a response though as she slowly turned her head to look at him, nodding slightly. Earlier today, she would have snapped at him for suggesting she was sulking. After all, it wasn’t half as petty as that. It made it sound like she was pouting over him getting her food order wrong, not her impending death. But now... it just seemed dumb to care about that. Sleep was the first thing that didn’t seem entirely pointless. If she was asleep, she didn’t have to feel, didn’t have to think... the hours could just keep slipping away until she was finally released.
She stood and followed him wordlessly. Her whole body felt heavy, like she was moving through molasses. Her eyes surveyed his room, noticing the bed was missing a pillow. She honestly hadn’t given any thought to sleeping arrangements. She caught sight of the sleeping bag on the floor and nodded mutely before turning towards the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. Her bladder had been aching for... she wasn’t even sure how long. Without hesitation, she slipped down her panties and sat on the toilet to do her business. It didn’t matter if Kyros was watching or not.
It was only as she flushed and turned to walk back into the room that she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a ghost - pale skin, sullen expression, dead eyes. It was fitting somehow.
Kyros led the way into his bedroom expecting the whole time for her to pipe up with some sort of complaint about sharing a room with him. Essa was up and moving, but she was still just as silent as she’d been all evening. He stood to the side, a brow cocked as she looked around the room. She looked at the sleeping bag on the floor and just nodded. What? Nothing? Really? He snorted derisively when she silently went into the bathroom, leaving the door open while she did her business. Shrugging, Kyros removed his shirt and slipped out of his jeans and boots, replacing them with a pair of sweats. He took his knives off his arms too, hanging the sheaths by their buckles on a hook above the bed, within arms reach if he were laying down and needed them in the middle of the night.
Ky flipped a switch by the door that started the ceiling fan spinning, flicked off the overhead light, and sat down on the edge of his bed and looked towards the bathroom, he spotted her reflection in the mirror. Just standing there staring at herself. He frowned. Enough of this sulking. If she was going to be here at least she could be a source of entertainment. “Glad to see you changed your mind about using the bathroom… but that doesn’t mean you can stay in there all night! What’s the matter, princess? Not the right soap for your delicate skin?” He laughed a bit at that, thinking he’d have hit a sore spot for the aristocrat girl. But still there was no response, other than for her to trudge to the sleeping bag. He narrowed his eyes, froning deeper than before. “Have you ever even slept on a floor before?” Surely he was going to get some snide remarks about making her sleep on the floor.
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Kyros led the way into his bedroom expecting the whole time for her to pipe up with some sort of complaint about sharing a room with him. Essa was up and moving, but she was still just as silent as she’d been all evening. He stood to the side, a brow cocked as she looked around the room. She looked at the sleeping bag on the floor and just nodded. What? Nothing? Really? He snorted derisively when she silently went into the bathroom, leaving the door open while she did her business. Shrugging, Kyros removed his shirt and slipped out of his jeans and boots, replacing them with a pair of sweats. He took his knives off his arms too, hanging the sheaths by their buckles on a hook above the bed, within arms reach if he were laying down and needed them in the middle of the night.
Ky flipped a switch by the door that started the ceiling fan spinning, flicked off the overhead light, and sat down on the edge of his bed and looked towards the bathroom, he spotted her reflection in the mirror. Just standing there staring at herself. He frowned. Enough of this sulking. If she was going to be here at least she could be a source of entertainment. “Glad to see you changed your mind about using the bathroom… but that doesn’t mean you can stay in there all night! What’s the matter, princess? Not the right soap for your delicate skin?” He laughed a bit at that, thinking he’d have hit a sore spot for the aristocrat girl. But still there was no response, other than for her to trudge to the sleeping bag. He narrowed his eyes, froning deeper than before. “Have you ever even slept on a floor before?” Surely he was going to get some snide remarks about making her sleep on the floor.
Kyros led the way into his bedroom expecting the whole time for her to pipe up with some sort of complaint about sharing a room with him. Essa was up and moving, but she was still just as silent as she’d been all evening. He stood to the side, a brow cocked as she looked around the room. She looked at the sleeping bag on the floor and just nodded. What? Nothing? Really? He snorted derisively when she silently went into the bathroom, leaving the door open while she did her business. Shrugging, Kyros removed his shirt and slipped out of his jeans and boots, replacing them with a pair of sweats. He took his knives off his arms too, hanging the sheaths by their buckles on a hook above the bed, within arms reach if he were laying down and needed them in the middle of the night.
Ky flipped a switch by the door that started the ceiling fan spinning, flicked off the overhead light, and sat down on the edge of his bed and looked towards the bathroom, he spotted her reflection in the mirror. Just standing there staring at herself. He frowned. Enough of this sulking. If she was going to be here at least she could be a source of entertainment. “Glad to see you changed your mind about using the bathroom… but that doesn’t mean you can stay in there all night! What’s the matter, princess? Not the right soap for your delicate skin?” He laughed a bit at that, thinking he’d have hit a sore spot for the aristocrat girl. But still there was no response, other than for her to trudge to the sleeping bag. He narrowed his eyes, froning deeper than before. “Have you ever even slept on a floor before?” Surely he was going to get some snide remarks about making her sleep on the floor.
Her head slowly turned towards the door, his words startling her out of her trance. She pressed her lips together, walking back into the bedroom, head bowed, eyes downcast. He kept poking at her, asking her what was the matter. She only murmured in response, more to herself than him. “Nothing. Nothing matters now.” It was the truth after all. How could something petty like an open door bother her when the hours of her life were ticking down with a certainty. Yet something about his words stirred something within her, bringing her closer to the surface again.
She moved over towards the sleeping bag. It was rolled out flat on the floor, a pillow thrown haphazardly nearby. His question caught her off-guard, enough to bring a little light into her eyes. Finally she looked at him as though she was actually seeing him before her. Even blushing a little as she noticed that he wore only a pair of sweatpants now. Her eyes lingered a moment too long over the sight of his bare torso. When she spoke, her voice was soft and a hint flustered. “Nope, never.” Essa gave a small shrug and a half smile. “I almost went camping once, but that’s the closest I’ve ever come to sleeping on the floor.” She had been so excited to sleep under the stars, but her father had laughed at such a novel concept, forbidding her from participating in something so primitive.
Somehow, that realization brought a true smile to her face. She had a little time still - there was no reason to waste it entirely. Her voice had some warmth in it again as she spoke this time. “I guess there’s still a little time to try some new things before I die. Who knew?” Morbid as the thought may be, it genuinely made her feel better - the first thing to do so. “It’s sort of like a sleepover.” She’d never been to one of those either. Well, she’d gotten one pity invite, but she hadn’t gone. She looked back to him, her blush increasing slightly as she gave him a shy smile.
“Maybe this will even be fun!”
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Her head slowly turned towards the door, his words startling her out of her trance. She pressed her lips together, walking back into the bedroom, head bowed, eyes downcast. He kept poking at her, asking her what was the matter. She only murmured in response, more to herself than him. “Nothing. Nothing matters now.” It was the truth after all. How could something petty like an open door bother her when the hours of her life were ticking down with a certainty. Yet something about his words stirred something within her, bringing her closer to the surface again.
She moved over towards the sleeping bag. It was rolled out flat on the floor, a pillow thrown haphazardly nearby. His question caught her off-guard, enough to bring a little light into her eyes. Finally she looked at him as though she was actually seeing him before her. Even blushing a little as she noticed that he wore only a pair of sweatpants now. Her eyes lingered a moment too long over the sight of his bare torso. When she spoke, her voice was soft and a hint flustered. “Nope, never.” Essa gave a small shrug and a half smile. “I almost went camping once, but that’s the closest I’ve ever come to sleeping on the floor.” She had been so excited to sleep under the stars, but her father had laughed at such a novel concept, forbidding her from participating in something so primitive.
Somehow, that realization brought a true smile to her face. She had a little time still - there was no reason to waste it entirely. Her voice had some warmth in it again as she spoke this time. “I guess there’s still a little time to try some new things before I die. Who knew?” Morbid as the thought may be, it genuinely made her feel better - the first thing to do so. “It’s sort of like a sleepover.” She’d never been to one of those either. Well, she’d gotten one pity invite, but she hadn’t gone. She looked back to him, her blush increasing slightly as she gave him a shy smile.
“Maybe this will even be fun!”
Her head slowly turned towards the door, his words startling her out of her trance. She pressed her lips together, walking back into the bedroom, head bowed, eyes downcast. He kept poking at her, asking her what was the matter. She only murmured in response, more to herself than him. “Nothing. Nothing matters now.” It was the truth after all. How could something petty like an open door bother her when the hours of her life were ticking down with a certainty. Yet something about his words stirred something within her, bringing her closer to the surface again.
She moved over towards the sleeping bag. It was rolled out flat on the floor, a pillow thrown haphazardly nearby. His question caught her off-guard, enough to bring a little light into her eyes. Finally she looked at him as though she was actually seeing him before her. Even blushing a little as she noticed that he wore only a pair of sweatpants now. Her eyes lingered a moment too long over the sight of his bare torso. When she spoke, her voice was soft and a hint flustered. “Nope, never.” Essa gave a small shrug and a half smile. “I almost went camping once, but that’s the closest I’ve ever come to sleeping on the floor.” She had been so excited to sleep under the stars, but her father had laughed at such a novel concept, forbidding her from participating in something so primitive.
Somehow, that realization brought a true smile to her face. She had a little time still - there was no reason to waste it entirely. Her voice had some warmth in it again as she spoke this time. “I guess there’s still a little time to try some new things before I die. Who knew?” Morbid as the thought may be, it genuinely made her feel better - the first thing to do so. “It’s sort of like a sleepover.” She’d never been to one of those either. Well, she’d gotten one pity invite, but she hadn’t gone. She looked back to him, her blush increasing slightly as she gave him a shy smile.
“Maybe this will even be fun!”
“Almost went camping? Wow. What an amazing experience that wasn’t!” Kyros shook his head in disbelief. This chick was seriously sheltered and pampered beyond belief. How the hell had she made it this far in life? Oh yeah, daddy dearest handing her everything she ever wanted. And what good was that gonna do her now? She’d said he would never choose her over the company. It made him wonder… “Yeah. Loads of fun.” He rolled his eyes and slipped his legs under his blanket, adjusting his pillow and flopping down on the bed. “At least you’re talking again. Oddly enough I think I prefer that over the weird silent sulky shit you were doing.” He breathed in deep and let it out slowly. A cleaning breath he always did to calm his mind before bed. He lay on his back and folded his arms behind his head. “No snooping in the middle of night, princess. I’ll hear you. And I’m rather grumpy when I’m woken up in the middle of the night.” He closed his eyes, letting himself settle in deeper into the bed. “Get some sleep. It might be your last.”
It never took Kyros long to fall asleep, and soon he was snoring lightly, head turned to the side, one arm stretched across the bed and the other resting across his stomach. He looked peaceful, relaxed, and nothing like the killer he really was.
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“Almost went camping? Wow. What an amazing experience that wasn’t!” Kyros shook his head in disbelief. This chick was seriously sheltered and pampered beyond belief. How the hell had she made it this far in life? Oh yeah, daddy dearest handing her everything she ever wanted. And what good was that gonna do her now? She’d said he would never choose her over the company. It made him wonder… “Yeah. Loads of fun.” He rolled his eyes and slipped his legs under his blanket, adjusting his pillow and flopping down on the bed. “At least you’re talking again. Oddly enough I think I prefer that over the weird silent sulky shit you were doing.” He breathed in deep and let it out slowly. A cleaning breath he always did to calm his mind before bed. He lay on his back and folded his arms behind his head. “No snooping in the middle of night, princess. I’ll hear you. And I’m rather grumpy when I’m woken up in the middle of the night.” He closed his eyes, letting himself settle in deeper into the bed. “Get some sleep. It might be your last.”
It never took Kyros long to fall asleep, and soon he was snoring lightly, head turned to the side, one arm stretched across the bed and the other resting across his stomach. He looked peaceful, relaxed, and nothing like the killer he really was.
“Almost went camping? Wow. What an amazing experience that wasn’t!” Kyros shook his head in disbelief. This chick was seriously sheltered and pampered beyond belief. How the hell had she made it this far in life? Oh yeah, daddy dearest handing her everything she ever wanted. And what good was that gonna do her now? She’d said he would never choose her over the company. It made him wonder… “Yeah. Loads of fun.” He rolled his eyes and slipped his legs under his blanket, adjusting his pillow and flopping down on the bed. “At least you’re talking again. Oddly enough I think I prefer that over the weird silent sulky shit you were doing.” He breathed in deep and let it out slowly. A cleaning breath he always did to calm his mind before bed. He lay on his back and folded his arms behind his head. “No snooping in the middle of night, princess. I’ll hear you. And I’m rather grumpy when I’m woken up in the middle of the night.” He closed his eyes, letting himself settle in deeper into the bed. “Get some sleep. It might be your last.”
It never took Kyros long to fall asleep, and soon he was snoring lightly, head turned to the side, one arm stretched across the bed and the other resting across his stomach. He looked peaceful, relaxed, and nothing like the killer he really was.
Essa rolled her eyes at his commentary, even knowing he was right. She’d been crushed at missing out. It was part of the issue she’d always had. Her father never approved of friends who he felt were beneath their family, and she simply didn’t have much in common with the girls from families he wanted her to associate with. Which left her mostly alone.
She crawled into the sleeping bag, fluffing the pillow before laying down. Still, she huffed as he used that word again. “I wasn’t sulking!” she protested, wincing a little at the shrillness of her voice. When she continued, her voice was softer with just a hint of melancholy. “I just... I got stuck in my dark place. That’s all.” A small smile spread across her lips. “Thanks for snapping me out of it though.”
His order made her giggle quietly. “Are you trying to say you’re not grumpy the rest of the time? Because if so, I have news for you...” She rolled onto her side, sliding an arm under the pillow. His final words struck an all too familiar cord. It very well could be her last.
“Goodnight, Kyros. Sleep well.”
Soon after the sound of his light snores filled the room. She spent the time tossing and turning. No position seemed to work. Every time she thought she found some comfort, a few minutes later, a new ache would form until she had to try again. Over and over. As time passed by, she became more and more aware of the fan above and the slight breeze its movement created. She was shivering and somehow that made her feel even more awake. Finally she sat up, peeking at the light of the digital clock on his nightstand. 12:15. It was risky... but she needed to sleep so badly...
As long as she woke first, she could slip back on the floor and he’d never know better. She slowly rose to her feet, trying to be as silent as she possibly could. Looking down at the giant man sprawled across the bed, she couldn’t help but be surprised by the image. He looked so peaceful... and sweet even. If only he was like that when he was awake. She lifted the bottom corner of the blanket, slipping beneath it to curl up on the bottom of the bed, as tightly as she could so she didn’t touch him. She just needed a couple hours of warm, comfortable sleep.
He never needed to know. And with that thought in mind, she finally drifted off to sleep.
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Essa rolled her eyes at his commentary, even knowing he was right. She’d been crushed at missing out. It was part of the issue she’d always had. Her father never approved of friends who he felt were beneath their family, and she simply didn’t have much in common with the girls from families he wanted her to associate with. Which left her mostly alone.
She crawled into the sleeping bag, fluffing the pillow before laying down. Still, she huffed as he used that word again. “I wasn’t sulking!” she protested, wincing a little at the shrillness of her voice. When she continued, her voice was softer with just a hint of melancholy. “I just... I got stuck in my dark place. That’s all.” A small smile spread across her lips. “Thanks for snapping me out of it though.”
His order made her giggle quietly. “Are you trying to say you’re not grumpy the rest of the time? Because if so, I have news for you...” She rolled onto her side, sliding an arm under the pillow. His final words struck an all too familiar cord. It very well could be her last.
“Goodnight, Kyros. Sleep well.”
Soon after the sound of his light snores filled the room. She spent the time tossing and turning. No position seemed to work. Every time she thought she found some comfort, a few minutes later, a new ache would form until she had to try again. Over and over. As time passed by, she became more and more aware of the fan above and the slight breeze its movement created. She was shivering and somehow that made her feel even more awake. Finally she sat up, peeking at the light of the digital clock on his nightstand. 12:15. It was risky... but she needed to sleep so badly...
As long as she woke first, she could slip back on the floor and he’d never know better. She slowly rose to her feet, trying to be as silent as she possibly could. Looking down at the giant man sprawled across the bed, she couldn’t help but be surprised by the image. He looked so peaceful... and sweet even. If only he was like that when he was awake. She lifted the bottom corner of the blanket, slipping beneath it to curl up on the bottom of the bed, as tightly as she could so she didn’t touch him. She just needed a couple hours of warm, comfortable sleep.
He never needed to know. And with that thought in mind, she finally drifted off to sleep.
Essa rolled her eyes at his commentary, even knowing he was right. She’d been crushed at missing out. It was part of the issue she’d always had. Her father never approved of friends who he felt were beneath their family, and she simply didn’t have much in common with the girls from families he wanted her to associate with. Which left her mostly alone.
She crawled into the sleeping bag, fluffing the pillow before laying down. Still, she huffed as he used that word again. “I wasn’t sulking!” she protested, wincing a little at the shrillness of her voice. When she continued, her voice was softer with just a hint of melancholy. “I just... I got stuck in my dark place. That’s all.” A small smile spread across her lips. “Thanks for snapping me out of it though.”
His order made her giggle quietly. “Are you trying to say you’re not grumpy the rest of the time? Because if so, I have news for you...” She rolled onto her side, sliding an arm under the pillow. His final words struck an all too familiar cord. It very well could be her last.
“Goodnight, Kyros. Sleep well.”
Soon after the sound of his light snores filled the room. She spent the time tossing and turning. No position seemed to work. Every time she thought she found some comfort, a few minutes later, a new ache would form until she had to try again. Over and over. As time passed by, she became more and more aware of the fan above and the slight breeze its movement created. She was shivering and somehow that made her feel even more awake. Finally she sat up, peeking at the light of the digital clock on his nightstand. 12:15. It was risky... but she needed to sleep so badly...
As long as she woke first, she could slip back on the floor and he’d never know better. She slowly rose to her feet, trying to be as silent as she possibly could. Looking down at the giant man sprawled across the bed, she couldn’t help but be surprised by the image. He looked so peaceful... and sweet even. If only he was like that when he was awake. She lifted the bottom corner of the blanket, slipping beneath it to curl up on the bottom of the bed, as tightly as she could so she didn’t touch him. She just needed a couple hours of warm, comfortable sleep.
He never needed to know. And with that thought in mind, she finally drifted off to sleep.
Kyros must have been tired, cause he didn’t feel it when Essa crawled into his bed. But he certainly felt her there when he woke up the next morning...
Kyros took a deep breath as he slowly began to come out of the dream he’d been having. Even as he tried to hold onto it, it slowly faded away in a haze. Damn. It had been a great dream too. The more conscious he became, the more he remembered of the day before, and the more he became aware that he wasn’t alone in his bed. His eyes snapped open. She was in his bed! No… she wasn’t just in his bed. She was practically wrapped around him like a fucking pretzel. He narrowed his eyes, turned his head to examine the situation. He was on his side facing her. Their legs seemed completely entangled together and impossibly ensnared in the sheets. She was on her back, her arms at her sides - which left one of her hands pressed against his morning wood. That was something he found strangely arousing. Not to mention the shirt she wore had ridden up to reveal not only her panties but half her ribcage as well. Daaamn. He took a moment to really appreciate the sight of this before he let his gaze travel further up her body. Her head was on his outstretched arm, her chocolate colored hair splayed out across the bed. Her face was turned towards his just slightly. It was the first time he really took the time to look at her face and really see it. She had soft features, pale skin looking almost like a glass doll. His brows furrowed together. How had this even happened? Had he really been so out of it that he wasn’t aware of… her…
Without thinking he lifted a hand to push a bit of her frazzled hair out of her face, to uncover her closed eyes more fully. His gaze drifted back down her body, and his already hard cock stirred to life even more. Well… if she was going to be in his bed, he might as well have fun with it. The hand he’d used to push back her hair, he now slid down her body, tracing lines sling her exposed ribs and along the hem of her lace panties, until he came to her hip, where he let his grasp take hold of her. “Good morning, princess.” He shifted closer as he spoke, his cock pressing more firmly against her palm, making him groan a bit at the sensation.
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Kyros must have been tired, cause he didn’t feel it when Essa crawled into his bed. But he certainly felt her there when he woke up the next morning...
Kyros took a deep breath as he slowly began to come out of the dream he’d been having. Even as he tried to hold onto it, it slowly faded away in a haze. Damn. It had been a great dream too. The more conscious he became, the more he remembered of the day before, and the more he became aware that he wasn’t alone in his bed. His eyes snapped open. She was in his bed! No… she wasn’t just in his bed. She was practically wrapped around him like a fucking pretzel. He narrowed his eyes, turned his head to examine the situation. He was on his side facing her. Their legs seemed completely entangled together and impossibly ensnared in the sheets. She was on her back, her arms at her sides - which left one of her hands pressed against his morning wood. That was something he found strangely arousing. Not to mention the shirt she wore had ridden up to reveal not only her panties but half her ribcage as well. Daaamn. He took a moment to really appreciate the sight of this before he let his gaze travel further up her body. Her head was on his outstretched arm, her chocolate colored hair splayed out across the bed. Her face was turned towards his just slightly. It was the first time he really took the time to look at her face and really see it. She had soft features, pale skin looking almost like a glass doll. His brows furrowed together. How had this even happened? Had he really been so out of it that he wasn’t aware of… her…
Without thinking he lifted a hand to push a bit of her frazzled hair out of her face, to uncover her closed eyes more fully. His gaze drifted back down her body, and his already hard cock stirred to life even more. Well… if she was going to be in his bed, he might as well have fun with it. The hand he’d used to push back her hair, he now slid down her body, tracing lines sling her exposed ribs and along the hem of her lace panties, until he came to her hip, where he let his grasp take hold of her. “Good morning, princess.” He shifted closer as he spoke, his cock pressing more firmly against her palm, making him groan a bit at the sensation.
Kyros must have been tired, cause he didn’t feel it when Essa crawled into his bed. But he certainly felt her there when he woke up the next morning...
Kyros took a deep breath as he slowly began to come out of the dream he’d been having. Even as he tried to hold onto it, it slowly faded away in a haze. Damn. It had been a great dream too. The more conscious he became, the more he remembered of the day before, and the more he became aware that he wasn’t alone in his bed. His eyes snapped open. She was in his bed! No… she wasn’t just in his bed. She was practically wrapped around him like a fucking pretzel. He narrowed his eyes, turned his head to examine the situation. He was on his side facing her. Their legs seemed completely entangled together and impossibly ensnared in the sheets. She was on her back, her arms at her sides - which left one of her hands pressed against his morning wood. That was something he found strangely arousing. Not to mention the shirt she wore had ridden up to reveal not only her panties but half her ribcage as well. Daaamn. He took a moment to really appreciate the sight of this before he let his gaze travel further up her body. Her head was on his outstretched arm, her chocolate colored hair splayed out across the bed. Her face was turned towards his just slightly. It was the first time he really took the time to look at her face and really see it. She had soft features, pale skin looking almost like a glass doll. His brows furrowed together. How had this even happened? Had he really been so out of it that he wasn’t aware of… her…
Without thinking he lifted a hand to push a bit of her frazzled hair out of her face, to uncover her closed eyes more fully. His gaze drifted back down her body, and his already hard cock stirred to life even more. Well… if she was going to be in his bed, he might as well have fun with it. The hand he’d used to push back her hair, he now slid down her body, tracing lines sling her exposed ribs and along the hem of her lace panties, until he came to her hip, where he let his grasp take hold of her. “Good morning, princess.” He shifted closer as he spoke, his cock pressing more firmly against her palm, making him groan a bit at the sensation.
Essa had slept as only the truly exhausted could. Once sleep finally claimed her, it had held her deeply oblivious to all around her, and even now was reluctant to release her.
She was intertwined with Kyros, in his bed, long after the sun peeked over the horizon. His hand brushed aside the hair from her face and her lips parted in a soft sigh. She nuzzled lightly against his arm which she was using as a pillow, though she remained asleep. His soft touch down the line of her body had her stirring, snuggling closer to him on instinct, pressing her face into his chest.
It was only as he gripped her hip more firmly, his voice managed to pierce through the fog of sleep that surrounded her. “Hmmm... morning...” she murmured, stretching her limbs out - toes pointed, hands spreading wide, reaching out with a soft groan of her own. She felt something hard pressing into her palm and without thinking she gripped it. “Is that a remote or something?” she murmured, voice thick and groggy, still not entirely aware of the situation. It wasn’t until she lightly pulled on the hard object - intending to see what it was - that she realized, it was attached...
Her eyes went wide, everything clicking into place at once. She had fallen asleep in Kyros’s bed, and apparently she had drifted throughout the night. She looked up at him, panic in her eyes as the revelation crashed over her. “Kyros,” she gasped, quickly releasing her grip on him. Her other hand flew to her mouth but the other she could scarcely move, trapped as it was between their all too close bodies. She blushed more furiously than she thought she ever had before in her life. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a squeak. He had to be furious with her, and she’d never done well with anything resembling conflict.
“I am so, so sorry.”
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Essa had slept as only the truly exhausted could. Once sleep finally claimed her, it had held her deeply oblivious to all around her, and even now was reluctant to release her.
She was intertwined with Kyros, in his bed, long after the sun peeked over the horizon. His hand brushed aside the hair from her face and her lips parted in a soft sigh. She nuzzled lightly against his arm which she was using as a pillow, though she remained asleep. His soft touch down the line of her body had her stirring, snuggling closer to him on instinct, pressing her face into his chest.
It was only as he gripped her hip more firmly, his voice managed to pierce through the fog of sleep that surrounded her. “Hmmm... morning...” she murmured, stretching her limbs out - toes pointed, hands spreading wide, reaching out with a soft groan of her own. She felt something hard pressing into her palm and without thinking she gripped it. “Is that a remote or something?” she murmured, voice thick and groggy, still not entirely aware of the situation. It wasn’t until she lightly pulled on the hard object - intending to see what it was - that she realized, it was attached...
Her eyes went wide, everything clicking into place at once. She had fallen asleep in Kyros’s bed, and apparently she had drifted throughout the night. She looked up at him, panic in her eyes as the revelation crashed over her. “Kyros,” she gasped, quickly releasing her grip on him. Her other hand flew to her mouth but the other she could scarcely move, trapped as it was between their all too close bodies. She blushed more furiously than she thought she ever had before in her life. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a squeak. He had to be furious with her, and she’d never done well with anything resembling conflict.
“I am so, so sorry.”
Essa had slept as only the truly exhausted could. Once sleep finally claimed her, it had held her deeply oblivious to all around her, and even now was reluctant to release her.
She was intertwined with Kyros, in his bed, long after the sun peeked over the horizon. His hand brushed aside the hair from her face and her lips parted in a soft sigh. She nuzzled lightly against his arm which she was using as a pillow, though she remained asleep. His soft touch down the line of her body had her stirring, snuggling closer to him on instinct, pressing her face into his chest.
It was only as he gripped her hip more firmly, his voice managed to pierce through the fog of sleep that surrounded her. “Hmmm... morning...” she murmured, stretching her limbs out - toes pointed, hands spreading wide, reaching out with a soft groan of her own. She felt something hard pressing into her palm and without thinking she gripped it. “Is that a remote or something?” she murmured, voice thick and groggy, still not entirely aware of the situation. It wasn’t until she lightly pulled on the hard object - intending to see what it was - that she realized, it was attached...
Her eyes went wide, everything clicking into place at once. She had fallen asleep in Kyros’s bed, and apparently she had drifted throughout the night. She looked up at him, panic in her eyes as the revelation crashed over her. “Kyros,” she gasped, quickly releasing her grip on him. Her other hand flew to her mouth but the other she could scarcely move, trapped as it was between their all too close bodies. She blushed more furiously than she thought she ever had before in her life. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a squeak. He had to be furious with her, and she’d never done well with anything resembling conflict.
“I am so, so sorry.”
Kyros couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her body once more. He thought she actually looked sexy as hell, laying there asleep on him, innocent and vulnerable, not running her mouth and reminding him that she was everything he despised about the upper class. It really highlighted how tiny she was as she wiggled closer to him in her sleep. Quite the turn on actually, and his body responded to the stimulus, hardening even more, his muscles aching for her to touch him. Fuck, how long had it been for him? At least a couple months. He really should find someone to fuck more regularly.
She stretched against him, her fingers curling around the part of him that was most awake, making him give a groaning sigh and close his eyes. And that half asleep, slightly scratchy voice of hers. Damn sexy. ‘Is that a remote or something?’ He laughed darkly and dipped his head closer to hers and whispered thickly in her ear. “Or something.” She tugged on his cock and it sent shivers spreading across his body. His hips rolled closer to her, their bodies melding against one another by now. “Oh, you really know how to wake a man up don’t you.” His hand gripped her hip tighter even as she said his name. He’d never really been fond of his own name, having been named after the man that had fathered him. The man that had run off before he’d ever even imprinted a single memory of him. Most people - except Mr. Moretti - called him Ky. But he hadn’t corrected Essa on this. He figured their time together was finite and there was no need in bothering with proper introductions.
Her grip on his dick was suddenly gone, but her hand was still between them. He frowned and opened his eyes, looking at her, confused by her apology. Had she not crawled into bed with him for this very thing? The look on her face, the pure shock value of it, said otherwise. He growled low in his throat, pushed himself up, rolling, somehow managing to untangle his legs from hers, and moving so that he was laying over her. “You know… it’s never a smart thing to tease the villain. In fact, it’s always been my opinion, the smartest thing the hot chick in the scary movies could do to stay alive was turn around and drop on her knees. Give the bad guy chasing her a blow job. She’d never get her head cut off with his dick in her mouth.” His grey eyes blazed with an inner fire as he spoke, poised above her, holding his own weight off of her. She was so tiny compared to him, he’d probably squash her right then and there if he actually lowered his weight onto her small frame. He said it all, simply to watch her face turn that crimson red that it was now. A slow wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth. “What’d’ya say, princess. Wanna stay alive, another day?”
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Kyros couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her body once more. He thought she actually looked sexy as hell, laying there asleep on him, innocent and vulnerable, not running her mouth and reminding him that she was everything he despised about the upper class. It really highlighted how tiny she was as she wiggled closer to him in her sleep. Quite the turn on actually, and his body responded to the stimulus, hardening even more, his muscles aching for her to touch him. Fuck, how long had it been for him? At least a couple months. He really should find someone to fuck more regularly.
She stretched against him, her fingers curling around the part of him that was most awake, making him give a groaning sigh and close his eyes. And that half asleep, slightly scratchy voice of hers. Damn sexy. ‘Is that a remote or something?’ He laughed darkly and dipped his head closer to hers and whispered thickly in her ear. “Or something.” She tugged on his cock and it sent shivers spreading across his body. His hips rolled closer to her, their bodies melding against one another by now. “Oh, you really know how to wake a man up don’t you.” His hand gripped her hip tighter even as she said his name. He’d never really been fond of his own name, having been named after the man that had fathered him. The man that had run off before he’d ever even imprinted a single memory of him. Most people - except Mr. Moretti - called him Ky. But he hadn’t corrected Essa on this. He figured their time together was finite and there was no need in bothering with proper introductions.
Her grip on his dick was suddenly gone, but her hand was still between them. He frowned and opened his eyes, looking at her, confused by her apology. Had she not crawled into bed with him for this very thing? The look on her face, the pure shock value of it, said otherwise. He growled low in his throat, pushed himself up, rolling, somehow managing to untangle his legs from hers, and moving so that he was laying over her. “You know… it’s never a smart thing to tease the villain. In fact, it’s always been my opinion, the smartest thing the hot chick in the scary movies could do to stay alive was turn around and drop on her knees. Give the bad guy chasing her a blow job. She’d never get her head cut off with his dick in her mouth.” His grey eyes blazed with an inner fire as he spoke, poised above her, holding his own weight off of her. She was so tiny compared to him, he’d probably squash her right then and there if he actually lowered his weight onto her small frame. He said it all, simply to watch her face turn that crimson red that it was now. A slow wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth. “What’d’ya say, princess. Wanna stay alive, another day?”
Kyros couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her body once more. He thought she actually looked sexy as hell, laying there asleep on him, innocent and vulnerable, not running her mouth and reminding him that she was everything he despised about the upper class. It really highlighted how tiny she was as she wiggled closer to him in her sleep. Quite the turn on actually, and his body responded to the stimulus, hardening even more, his muscles aching for her to touch him. Fuck, how long had it been for him? At least a couple months. He really should find someone to fuck more regularly.
She stretched against him, her fingers curling around the part of him that was most awake, making him give a groaning sigh and close his eyes. And that half asleep, slightly scratchy voice of hers. Damn sexy. ‘Is that a remote or something?’ He laughed darkly and dipped his head closer to hers and whispered thickly in her ear. “Or something.” She tugged on his cock and it sent shivers spreading across his body. His hips rolled closer to her, their bodies melding against one another by now. “Oh, you really know how to wake a man up don’t you.” His hand gripped her hip tighter even as she said his name. He’d never really been fond of his own name, having been named after the man that had fathered him. The man that had run off before he’d ever even imprinted a single memory of him. Most people - except Mr. Moretti - called him Ky. But he hadn’t corrected Essa on this. He figured their time together was finite and there was no need in bothering with proper introductions.
Her grip on his dick was suddenly gone, but her hand was still between them. He frowned and opened his eyes, looking at her, confused by her apology. Had she not crawled into bed with him for this very thing? The look on her face, the pure shock value of it, said otherwise. He growled low in his throat, pushed himself up, rolling, somehow managing to untangle his legs from hers, and moving so that he was laying over her. “You know… it’s never a smart thing to tease the villain. In fact, it’s always been my opinion, the smartest thing the hot chick in the scary movies could do to stay alive was turn around and drop on her knees. Give the bad guy chasing her a blow job. She’d never get her head cut off with his dick in her mouth.” His grey eyes blazed with an inner fire as he spoke, poised above her, holding his own weight off of her. She was so tiny compared to him, he’d probably squash her right then and there if he actually lowered his weight onto her small frame. He said it all, simply to watch her face turn that crimson red that it was now. A slow wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth. “What’d’ya say, princess. Wanna stay alive, another day?”