Thread: A Wolf and His Claim on Her Broken Heart (Raivh & sydnie.cherie)

The road ahead seemed to stretch on for miles, and Leighlah had no idea how far she'd gone. Probably only a few paces. Her legs felt like lead and she didn't think she was actually lifting them, just sort of dragging her lower limbs along because the rest of her body couldn't go on without them. All of a sudden the world shifted and she felt like she was falling up. Her fall was broken by shoulders digging into her stomach and she realized that this strange man just picked her up and draped her over his shoulders like an old rug. What the hell, mister! Her first thought was that maybe she should put on some weight, make it a little harder for people to manhandle her like this. Her second thought was to thrash and scream and hope his grip on her body would break. Unfortunately he turned and started walking. Suddenly she realized was too tired to fight. If this man was going to kill her, at least she was finally going to get some much needed rest. All the rest she would ever need, in fact. Even now she found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes open. If he did murder her, she hoped he had the decency to let her sleep through it. What killer ever did something like that though? She barely opened her eyes as spoke. She didn't so much hear the words as feel them as the vibrations of his voice tickled the cheek that touched his back. It sounded like he asked her his name. She told him on the basis that, if he killed her and the police apprehended him, he would know the name of the woman he murdered. Leighlah. She replied, not sure if he heard her over the exhaustion and the rain, and then closed her eyes once again. She woke up to the sound of keys jingling. Leighlah attempted to lift her head and felt like she was moving a sack full of bricks. At least her eyes remained open at this point, and she took in as much of her surroundings as she could. She was still too disoriented to pinpoint their exact location, but if she survived and was asked to describe the place she would be able to. The door opened and Leighlah stared at the light that illuminated the ground as the man began moving once again. She continued with her observations, looking up at the back of a blonde haired man as the two men moved in opposite directions. A door closed in her face, reducing her line of visibility to white panels, white tiled walls, and tiled floors. Obviously a bathroom. The fact was man even more obvious as she was dumped in a tub. Seriously! She hissed, closing her eyes and lifting her hands to offer some sort of protection against the water as it landed on her skin. She shrieked at the shock of cold water, tensing her body against the chill that threatened to turn her blood to slush in her veins. She stepped back, trying to escape the stream of freezing water until it heated up like he promised, only stepping forward again when she saw steam. She didn't think she'd ever been so grateful for hot water as she was at that moment. Her core temperature rose, and the steam helped clear her head. So she was completely cognizant when he ripped her shirt the rest of the way and peeled it off her body. Hey! She protested, covering her essentials with her arms as he continued down her body, stripped away the rest of her clothes and stared at her as she went. She found that she wasn't as alarmed as she originally was. Obviously this man had no intention of hurting her, or he wouldn't tolerate her talking to him the way she was. So when he told her to clean herself, she focused on the stream of water and getting the dried mud off her body. Especially out of her hair. A knock on the door brought her head up and turned in that direction as the man answered it. Leighlah didn't bother to look away as the two men conversed, only resuming the task at hand when Chase- that was what the blonde called him- yanked the shower curtain closed. Whatever. Leighlah grabbed the bar of soap that rested in a tray and proceeded to scrub her hair and body clean. She gently skimmed over her face, the cut under her left eye smarting slightly as she got soap in it. That was going to leave one hell of a nasty bruise. How was she going to explain this to her friends? She jumped when Chase opened the shower curtain, not because she didn't know he was there, but because of how quickly he moved. Everything he did was quick and Leighlah found herself wondering if he did everything post haste. Quickly putting a damper on that thought, she touched her lip with the tip of her tongue, searching for the cut he told her was there and retracting the thing when it moved over a swollen area. No, I think leeches would have been gentler. She replied, smiling wryly at his joke. She turned to face him, not bothering to cover up what was already seen as she allowed him to treat and bandage the wound under her eye. Anyway, the eye thing is just a really bad scratch. I could have you arrested for kidnapping. I mean, I won't. But I could. Leighlah said, the words escaping before she had a thought to stop them.