Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

First his ship gets downed over this backwater of a planet. Then he gets stuck with an enemy pilot whom for some reason he had cant seem to put out of her misery. And finally, Kordavo got chased through a fucking forest by giant green hog-hounds, wanting to rip him apart. His thigh was wounded. His arm ached. He fell through a hole and nearly splattered on the floor down below. Could this day get any worse? Well it did, as the girl whom he thought had been disarmed and subjugated suddenly rolled over with her hands freed, knees pinning his arms and pressing the blade to his neck. Again! Kordavo was too exhausted and fed up to be afraid or worried. His patience had run out. No more acting like a Lord of the Dominion, son of a Margrave. He glared, nostrils flaring, staring with piercing green eyes up to the little redhead above him who had the gall to remind him of his mistake. She mocked him in not killing him outright. That was a weakness they both obviously shared. She wanted to know his name but he just looked at her, drinking in her facial features, from the shape of her mouth to her cheekbones to the blueness of her eyes so much like the sky peeking down through the valley crack above. She wasnt a bad face to look at, different and exotic from the women he knew. She was not docile. She was not chaperoned like she was a baby. She could act, to some degree. Kordavo felt himself smiling and not in a cruel fashion either. God forbid, he was starting to like this girl. Not her personality. She was as annoying as a dozen wasps buzzing about while one tried to sleep. No, she had a beauty to her that he desired to have, to possess. She threatened him more. Were all Frandian women like this? The Dominion was going to have a fun occupation of her world. Shame he might not be there to see it. I thought you were a fighter pilot, a soldier. You should be used to being expendable. Kordavo said back to her in a sly tone, not moving in the slightest, except to raise up a knee behind her as if he was getting comfy. It was like a meeting of minds that his father held with his political allies, relaxed with drinks in their hands, discussing industry takeovers and economics to further increase their already substantial wealth. I know what is expected of me. You better add more scars because you arent going to make me talk with idle threats, little girl. Why is my name important? I figure information on the war effort would be better intel to learn, no? Did you not go through interrogation school, you dumb slut? Kordavo mocked in return, flashing white teeth. He hoped it provoked her, got her angry, did something at least that would make her break her focus and give him an opening. Go on, slit my throat. Careful of the blood spray. With the predators weve seen, theyll sure to be attracted to it. Youll go up like a beacon in the dark to their senses. I may have used you as a shield but I also kept you alive. If I werent so nice , he said, mimicking her tone, I would have just dropped you and let them shred you to bits and made my way happily along to my ship. Speaking of which, if you kill me, do you even have any idea of how to fly mine or do the repairs? Kordavo asked, flipping to a casual, logically tone, questioning her like how a school teacher might question a student, flicking an eyebrow up to match her own chiseled ones in their expression. My name to you, girl, is Sir and thats the only way you are going to address me from now on. Kordavo finished, haughty despite being under a knife. Use it. Kill me. I had enough. Otherwise, shut up and stand aside and let a man figure out this predicament. Like how the hell are we going to get out of here and back up there.