Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

It felt good to hurt him. A bastard like this deserved to hurt over and over again, and Solstice was happy to provide that to him. The grand finale, after all, would be the moment that she killed him. She had been thinking a lot on how she would do it a gunshot, opening up his throat, feeding him the vile of poison she had on her belt, disembowelment. Her personal favorite as of late was stringing him up by chords from his own shop like he had bound her with and watching him dance in search of footing while the life slowly drained from his eyes. Hanging was an ancient way of execution, but Solstice was beginning to think it was the best way for her enemy to die slowly and full of terror. He deserved no mercy for what he was and what he had done. She would be sure none would be shown to him. Her thoughts were a distraction long enough for her to grab the sole of her boot and shift her off balance. Before she had time to pin him again, his mangled limb was coming at her, and the impact it made reverberated through her jaw. Her teeth clenched in an attempt to manage the pain, but she was dizzy. The man might as well of scrambled her brains because she could hardly remember the difference between up and down, all because of a single hit. God. She hated how much stronger he was. Why couldn't she have shot down a twiggy man who would break in half when she push on him with her muscular, petite, feminine frame. That would have made the torture and captive thing a heck of a lot easier. No. She had to shoot down a fucking tank of a man who was near a foot taller than her. What luck. Before she knew it, Solstice was laying flat underneath the man, too disoriented to much fight him, but she managed to land a few good blows in his lower back with her knees. Then she felt her head hit again. Her teeth clenched and her eyes fluttered closed. In that moment, any source of light or sound seemed like agony. She was easy to disarm for she was dizzy and weakened. If he kept going for her head like this she could easily loose all sense of sensibility and reason to a concussion. If it were bad enough, it could even kill her. The brain was the most important organ in the body. Without it, nothing else would ever be able to function. He was attacking her head with such a force, he risked her brain never working again. That was a foolish interrogation tactic. Although, he didn't seem to know who she really was. If he did, she assumed he would be much more careful with her. Her ransoms could make him a very wealthy man capeabke if buying a miserable planet like the one they were on to vacation on in the winter months. His roar made the ringing in her ears sharpen and the woman to wince in her own form of agony. This was not something she could run away from, it was in her own head. She was trapped in this pain that not even biofoam could relieve, not that she thought he would gift any more to her and her own supply pack lay in her ship hours away. It took only s few seconds for Solstice to begin to come around. The ringing subsided slightly and she managed to open her eyes just to look directly doe the barrel of his side arm. Do it. You don't deserve the money my living body would reward you. You deserve nothing. Do it. she though to herself, her expression emotionless as she looked up at her captor. And he did it. He fired. Solstice assumed that by the time the sound had registered she would already be dead, but that wasn't the case. No further damage was done as she felt the heat radiate off of the stone near her cheek. He had missed. Whether intentionally or accidental, the man had gifted her life to her yet again. What a fool he was to let her live to hurt him again. It was almost as though he saw her as some sort of pet, far from the reality of the situation. Solstice had assumed that he would turn away from her now to nurture his arm and pride, but she was wrong. Dead wrong. The womans icy eyes watched as he adjusted the charge on the weapon, and before she could even get a word out he shot her. The impact knocked the wind out of her lungs, making her abdomen flex in pain. Then he shot her again. And again. And again. As Solstice lay weighing in pain, the shots just kept coming, threatening to burn holes into her clothes. It felt as if her body were breaking each time he hit her. Solstice screamed in pain. No human could take this many hits quietly. She barely made it through four before her vocal cords became active. And she kept writhing and screaming even after he no longer shot her and moved to treat his wounds. It was foolish for him to use the entire remainder of the biofoam on the surface wounds she had carved into his arm. This mans pride was likely his absolute worst weakness. His fury was Solstices biggest danger. The beasts would kill her quickly and eat her. He wanted her to suffer, and she could see it in those piercing green eyes when he had opened fire on her. They were two great forces colliding, and the result of that collision could only be devastation. The question was would an tsunami or a volcano come out on top? Only time would tell. Hearing him mutter her name brought a slight smile to the womans face as she laid on her back panting with a tear running down her left cheek. It was a beating unlike any she had ever taken before, but it had meant she had gotten to him. The strike from the canister made her flinch and yelp, smacking against her ribcage with an audible clank, but she stayed still- sprawled out on her back. His boot slamming down onto her stomach made more tears rush to her eyes, but she blinked them back. The mans brutality boardered on excessive, but she knew her own was not much better. When he aimed the blaster at her again, Solstice closed her eyes and accepted her fate. She was a dead woman, and she was quite certain of it this time. Yet, he surprised her yet again when he did not shoot. Her blue eyes, now rimmed with red as her sclera filled with blood, stared up at him. Her face was relaxed and soft as she listened to his words, probably beautiful in its own right. Chenoweth. She thought, biting down slightly on the plush surface of her lower lip. She knew that name. Handsome here comes from a family of nobles. Growing up a spoiled brat makes sense. she thought, staring up into his eyes with the most serene expression he would ever have seen on her face. Then she shook her head. I am no ones property, nor will I ever be. She spoke quietly, daring him to shoot her. Nor with I ever call a man sir besides my father. You are no superior to me and you do not deserve my respect even if you do come from a long line of rich men and women. She laid her head backs against the stone and let out a deep breath. Her body ached and dark singe marks now inhabited her flight suit where he had shot her. Her mind reeled as she attempted to recover from impact. She was hurting as much as him if not more, and she was exhausted, but she would not cave. The last thing she would ever do for this man was offer him satisfaction. She would always fight. She would always taunt. That was the Nabeshin way. They were fighters. Fuck you, you miserable pawn. She uttered lastly, not even opening her eyes to look at him.