A/N// Well umm...I really wish to kill this man, however I need volunteers to help me! Who else wants him dead? Poor Marlie, she so afraid of what she 'thinks' she wants.
He pulled back, taking something else from the box, it was of the same pink color as the thing that was now planted inside of her, and relaxed fixedly against her clit. “Brace yourself…little angel.”Those were his last words before he pressed a button that had Marlie shivering with a loud cry. She didn’t know how, but whatever was inside of her was vibrating against her walls and against her clit. It felt weird and yet she…Marlie gripped the sheets, writhing against the soft material as pleasure tore through her. Her toes curled, her head flung back, and her moans were loud enough to surprise even her. “M-Make it stop…! Please…I…”From above her, she heard the man chuckle, his hand grabbing her face to secure her attention to himself as he leaned closer. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Why would you want it to stop? Or do you perhaps mean turn it up?”He pressed at the device in his hand again and Marlie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She wasn’t supposed to be moaning like a b*t
Marlie hobbled behind Zhander, her hands still in his as they entered a building that was just a tad bit smaller than the one she was in before. The doors were wide open and low music was buried beneath the chattering of the many people who were on the inside. They were all dressed elegantly, men wearing suits and ties and women wearing fancy dresses. They were drinking wine, eating food, enjoying their lives while humans had to live their whole life suffering.It was unfair, equality was something this world lacked, and it was only sad that humans lived on the inferior side of it.“Be good…”Those were Zhander’s last words before he walked her beyond the doors and into a place she was now scared to be. To dwell against the same people who’s been holding her kind captive for years was torturous, and the fact that they were celebrating it made this all even worst.“Zhander…! I see you’ve made it…everyone has been waiting for your arrival.” Somebody walked towards them; a man thick in b
Marlie’s steps took her up the stairs; slow and cautious. Her hands were sweating by her sides, her lips pursed in worry. Zhander would kill her if he found her now, he had specifically told her not to leave his side. So why in heaven’s name was she here?Sighing, she walked up the last step, seeing nothing but a balcony barred off by railings. The black jacket she had tailed had somehow vanished, had she just imagined it? Was she following someone that wasn’t even rea~? Marlie gasped when an arm slithered around her waist, pulling her to the balcony that reigned mightily above the land. Her back was pressed against the wall and dark obsidian eyes hovered over her, staring so deep into her blue ones. “Who are you?” His face was a replica of Zhander’s and yet his voice wasn’t. It wasn’t as deep, wasn’t as scary, it was soft…gentle, and perhaps that’s why Marlie felt the need to answer. “A-A slave.” “Not that…I mean your name, what is your name?” “It’s Marlie.” His eyes, why were th
She shook her head frantically, lips quivering. “P-Please don’t.” “I shouldn’t, huh?” He pressed the button and Marlie gasped where she was crouched on the floor. “You should consider yourself lucky…if you weren’t such a special human, you’d be dead already. This isn’t even the highest level, want to experience it?” The buttons clicked again and Marlie’s fingers scraped pitifully against the floor, her body growing stiff as she trembled. The vibrations were higher than they were before, it quickly aroused the heat in the pit of her stomach, creating flutters she couldn’t control. There were moans fighting to slip through her mouth, but Marlie would not let them out. She had embarrassed herself enough already, and then this…? Her fingers clenched, her back leaning against the walls as she looked up into his dark and unrelenting eyes. “Stop…make it stop.” “A human telling not just a werewolf but a lycan what to do? That sounds so ironic.” He stepped towards her, swiping his thumb acr
Marlie woke up in her new prison, wrapped in arms that were warm and would’ve been comfortable if she didn’t know who’s they were. Zhander’s… His face was the first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open, and then her surroundings. His eyes were closed, and it was now that she wished she had that fork from earlier. She might’ve lost consciousness, but she vividly remembered what happened; the embarrassment, and most of all, his disturbing words and the anger he had poured atop of her head…anger that she did not deserve. Her body pushed away from him, her eyes casting around the room for something, anything. He was vulnerable now, he could easily be killed and there would be n~ “Human…? Are you awake now?” Marlie stiffened immediately, her head swinging back towards him. His eyes, they were open now and just as dark as they were at the celebration. With a heart that palpitated strongly, she pushed further away from him, a certain heavy feeling weighing her down as she shoved
When Marlie woke up the next morning, she was alone in bed and the room, it was completely empty. There was no Zhander, the only company she had was the sunlight that flooded through the curtains. She sat up, looking down at the thin, plaided pants she wore and the matching blouse.So he had really changed her clothes like he said last night, but how could only that ever grant her comfort?Sighing, she shuffled off the bed and walked over to the door, twisting the knob to see if they had mistakenly left it open. However, she was as unlucky as always because the door was indeed locked.Her eyes glanced around the room, seeing it for what it was. Another prison, only this one didn’t have bars, the walls weren’t dirty and it didn’t smell moldy and rotten.But it caged her just like the last one did, it had walls that barred her away from the outside and a door that she couldn’t unlock. She felt just as lonely too, the wind from the window was the only thing that whispered to her and the
Marlie hid the knife and the fork on either side of her hips, the waistband of her pants holding the cold metal objects in place as she was led outside of the room by the man from earlier. His hand was locked around hers as he brought her down the hallway back to that golden transportation device, the one that could take her ‘up’ as well as ‘down’. She hadn’t gotten used to it as yet, considering that she had only been in there twice. Its motion was confusing, and it made her feel uncomfortable in inexplainable ways, but it was a creative way of transportation, one werewolves were clever enough to come up with. The doors were automatic, letting them in as soon as they got close enough. The man beside her clicked some buttons and as soon as the doors slid shut again, the machine went down with a weird and annoying noise. It stopped in a minute or so and he led her out of it and towards the exit. Even though her eyes had looked past every corner in this place, it was still surprising
“You’re mine…my human…my slave…my Marlie. And it’s not just a declaration of ownership, it is far more than that…you would never understand. So, stop being so stubborn, I admit that I am to be blamed for the hatred in your eyes, but jealousy, anger and desperation can make a man do things that are even against his own will.” Marlie’s lips opened and closed as she sought out words to say… F*ck off… Psychopath… Monster… Disgusting… Those words didn’t seem like a valid response at the moment, that was probably why she kept her mouth shut…that and perhaps because of the way her heart was now beating with something other than fear. His hot breath against her lips was doing something to her, and the tingles that riveted around her wrist from his touch were making her stomach flutter uncomfortably. His proximity was already so close, but why in heaven’s name was she wishing he was closer? Turning away, she broke the intense eye contact, licking her lips nervously. “M-Move…” “No…I wou