Tail Between Her Legs

Warnings: Violence

Another monstrous guard (they seemed to be well in stock within the manor) lugged his almost laughably muscled frame towards her, obediently following Vincent\'s direct orders. He smiled at her tight lipped, eyes twinkling with cruel laughter. Oh, so he found her circumstances amusing, did he?

Kyra growled savagely, the sound issuing from deep within her throat, slender gold tail twitching back and forth as he neared with outstretched arms. Like a cornered animal she tensed her limbs, crouching low before springing towards him. Her one cruel kick was directed between his thick legs, groin draped over by a square scrap of loincloth. It hit, surprisingly, without any attempt of evading it on his part. She slid to the ground and jumped back to her feet with swift agility, eyes meeting his own boldly as she awaited the pained expression to etch itself upon his dark features. And then following that the sight of him slouching to the ground in agony. Hm, anytime now, she mused impatiently, tapping her foot.

However, her grin of vengeance soon began to fade as she realized he hadn\'t even flinched. Hadn\'t even flinched?! Wasn\'t that always supposed to work? His smile just broadened and he released a guttural chuckle. Her eyes widened in dismay, watching as he lunged for her, sweeping her off of her feet with a single swipe of his bear-like hands. He held her in the air above his brutish head, the veins along his neck pulsating wildly. She sucked in a breath, squirming in his vice like grip that held her about the waist, flailing.

\"I\'ll be with you soon, my naughty little kitten!\" Called Vincent, smirking as she was carried up a spiraling flight of while marble stairs, screaming and snarling every step.

She soon found herself thrown into a lavish bed chamber; the tall oak doors slammed shut and locked. Bounding forwards she pounded her balled fists against them, throwing her weight into the sturdy wood. They wouldn\'t budge. Sinking down to the floor against them she scanned carefully over her options, trying to catch her breath. Dread suddenly encased her like a cold blanket as she realized she really didn\'t have very many.

Submit. Don’t submit.

The truth was she found neither very fetching. Rubbing her tender, sore limbs, slowly beginning to bruise, she sighed in bewilderment. \"What the hell do I do now?\" she asked aloud, waiting for an answer that never came. Managing to her feet she waltzed to the bed with a certain sluggishness, sharing her darting gaze between it and towards the tall paned window. Aha.

Stripping the satin coverlets and sheets from the mattress she began to wind them and knot them together with nimble fingers, slowly beginning to create a make-shift rope. It would work! She could escape this damned place in one piece! She grinned to herself, tail moving back and forth pleasantly. Then she froze.

Click.

\"Oh shit.\"

She could feel her cheeks heat up as the door swung open, guilt scribbling itself over her face like that of a child\'s caught being naughty. She certainly felt like one as Vincent entered. He tutted, crouching down in front of her, the sheets still clutched in her small hands. Her knuckles were white. \"What are you up to, pet? Oh my...\" He murmured softly, eyes flitting downwards. \"What were you going to do with this, hm? That window is sealed shut.\"

He smiled then cruelly. \"You\'re a bit too clever for your own good, kitten.\"

She tossed the bunch of mangled sheets from her grip and stumbled backwards. \"I\'m not staying here, you know. I wouldn\'t be able to stand being near you for a lengthy amount of time. I\'ll retch. You\'re a sick bastard.\" The last words were hissed acidly. She awaited his mocking laughter, his smirk, his eyes glittering with amusement. All things that added to her loathing of him. But surprisingly, his mood seemed to have changed. Drastically.

\"Don\'t you ever call me that, you disgusting little bitch.\" He seethed through clenched teeth, slapping her with such force and so abruptly it caused her to fall to the ground. She winced in pain and shock, reaching up to touch a few fingertips to her wildly burning cheek. Drawing in a shaky breath, she turned to him, unable to stop herself from noting the rage that had swelled within his body. He leaned down towards her swiftly, grabbing a handful of her hair before yanking her up, throwing her into the opposite wall with such cogent strength she cried out.

Steadying herself upon slightly quaking legs, she blinked back bitter tears of distress from her eyes, feeling him snatch up her wrists and force them high above her head. There was a light metallic click as a pair of manacles attached to the wall was secured tightly about them, raised so that her toes barely grazed the floor. He stood back, regarding his work contentedly.

\"You see what happens when you talk back to your Master, kitten? It seems you weren\'t expecting that... let me assure you, my mood can change at the drop of a pin. Or rather, in your case, an idiotically rash remark...\" He spoke in a slow tremor, eyes trained upon her as he produced a short, glinting blade from beneath the folds of his shirt. \"I promise, I\'ll grow on you. You\'ll learn to like me... or at least obey me. Either way, I\'ll break you down into nothing but a trembling little servant girl, addicted to what I have to offer. Now, now... let\'s get back to business, shall we?\"

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Author\'s Note: Bleh. I really don\'t like that chapter. Sorry, darlings. My brain has been terribly sluggish lately... I\'ll probably come back and fix it up sooner or later. Anyways, thanks again for reading! ;D Please R&R - I\'d love to know what you think of it so far.