Thread: The Knight and His Charge (Soul&Traveler)

His words made Belle angry. For one, because he was right. It was some sick, twisted game that Belle was forced to believe now. The biting metal of the cuffs told her as much. And for another, that smirk on his face, the way he talked to her, was like a lion looking down at a lamb, criticizing her because she was only used for her wool, penned in a cage while he got to run free. Her grey eyes met his green ones in silent defiance. Her body shook with rage. Her pride couldn't handle this, him. She didn't want to think about what was going to happen to her, how that sick man was going to use her. What other reason was there to snatch her, if only for sex? According to this asshole, she was just a filthy human. She had no other purpose in this world but to please some high and mighty asshole. She turned her head away, not wanting him to touch her. You know, the first rule I was ever taught by my mother, her voice shook at the mention of her, was that judging people by a stereotype, or what they look like, will wind up with you feeling like a bitch. Just an FYI. She glared at him. You think I'm nothing more than a parasite. A bug that should be squashed. And I think you're an egotistical jerk that needs to be knocked down a few levels. So just get these things off of me, and we can leave each other alone. You don't even have to be in this room. I'm not going to off myself. I'd never stoop that low. She stared at the floor. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and punch the wall. And she didn't want him here. And to answer your question, no, they don't. But that's because most human women weren't raised running from an invisible fear that their mom wouldn't tell them about. Belle had learned to be tough. She had learned to fend for herself. She may be all shy and embarrassed when it came to sex, but that didn't mean she was as weak as every other woman Belle had ever met. The memories came back to her, from that night in the rain. The night her mom died. They were on the road at three in the morning, the rain pouring so hard even witht he windshield wipers seeing out of the windshield was all but impossible. And Vanessa was speeding, her grey eyes with a panic Belle knew. But Belle had never been afraid of running, not until that night, when her mom was going a hundred miles per hour on a flooded freeway. Mom, you need to calm down. Belle's voice shook slightly with fear of how crazy her mom was being. He's here! HE'S FUCKING HERE! And you want me to calm down? We need o get OUT OF HERE. She had shouted, making Belle wince. Belle never liked it when people shouted. It hurt her ears. Running from him wont matter if we're dead! She shouted back. But then the headlights of the semi could be seen through the thick rain, her mother, blinded, drove into the other lane. The semi truck had come hurtling at them, and she watched her mom fly out of the car, not having put on her seatbelt... Belle should have been dead. But she escaped the crash with just a few scratches. Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to shed them. Not in front of the guy that would take more pleasure in her tears than what was necessary. Just get them off and get out, please. She said quietly. She was nothing more than an animal used for someone else's amusement now. The very thing her mom was trying to protect her from had sunk his claws into her. She hadn't cried, not since her mom died. Crying was weak. But she suddenly found that that was all she wanted to do.