Nemesis

A whisper – is it real or just a figment of my imagination?

“Alone and scared, not the first time is it? Hiding in your room, the sound reaching you from the living room below are the shouts of anger. Bad temper - both mum and dad”

“Who... how do you know?”

“School was scary as well, have you even counted all the times you ate your lunch locked in a stall in the bathrooms?”

“No… Stop!”

“Finding strength and so called friends at Karate lessons, they never did invite you to go out with them now did they?”

“But…”

Failing because you were scared of failing – chemistry was never your strong side – your teacher was right!”

“Not true…”

As he gave her, her voice back, they could both hear the louder sobs escaping her throat, a sound which made him chuckle.

“There there, it’s all better now, they’re happy now, they think you’re dead. They knew you were too weak to live, should have given you up a long time ago”

Worthless

As the door opened again, the blindfold was removed and a small light lit. Benedict looked around, blinking her eyes furiously. Her head was hurting, her mouth was like sandpaper and as she looked up at the person in front of her she found her vision unfocused.

“Ready to behave girl?”

Glaring she hissed

“Fuck you!”

The grey eyes hardened instantly and a slap hit her face, hard enough for her to taste blood. Hissing with pain she looked up at him.

“Is that the only way you dare hit me? When I’m bound?”

Watching him chew his cheek she saw the wand being flicked and the ropes disappeared. Within seconds she was on her feet but only for a second, haven been bound for long hours had left them numb and she soon found herself sitting on the chair again. Feeling hate burning inside her she looked up at him, the cold eyes and the confident smirk. Narrowing her eyes she shot out of the chair, tackling him to the floor. With one hand clutching his collar she straddled him as her first soared through the air, colliding it with his cheek but before she could place another punch her wrist was caught midair. Before she could release his collar and use that hand to free her other hand he held a flat hand to her chest and she was flung back. Feeling as though someone had just punched her hard she coughed and rolled over getting to her knees. Watching him get up and shrug his robe off she was gripped by a strong fear. Watching the tall figure coming closer she swallowed hard and inched herself backwards until her back was pressed against the cold stone wall. Placing both hands on the floor she looked up at him, ready for anything he would throw at her, another but magic.
Reaching down he wrapped his delicate fingers around her throat and in one lifted her off the floor, placing both hands on his wrist to get him to let go she felt like she was trying to break something made of iron. Wheezing she aimed kicks at his soft parts but he blocked them in one simple movement before slamming her hard against the wall, the force knocking valuable air from her lungs. Gasping she watched him force her legs apart before placing himself between them, pinning her to the wall with his much larger frame. Within reach of her hands she released his wrist and made an attempt to hit or scratch him but her wrists were caught and forced over her head.
Locked in place she could do nothing but look at him, straight in his eyes and apparently the sight amused him as he chuckled lightly, a finger of the hand still holding her throat tracing over her jaw as he moved his face so close his nose was a mere inch from hers.

“You don’t seem to understand how much trouble you’re in little girl!”

Swallowing hard she tried to speak but he squeezed harder as he continued.

“You see? I am not only powerful with magic but I am also stronger than you!”

To state the fact he pressed himself against her harder, running a smooth cheek against hers while brushing the outline of her lips with his.

“Torture is a skill I posses but another thing can be done to a woman, one that leaves both physical and emotional scarring”

His voice was a low purring whisper while he watched her hit a stage of panic as she understood what he was talking about. Gasping to breathe she struggled against him, harder and with new found strength. He smiled as the contact between them resulted in a physical evidence which she could also feel. The shaking girl stopped fighting, locking eyes with him while she still struggled to breathe.

“You wouldn’t!”

She croaked out

“Don’t tempt me girl!”

--

A/N:

Did I mention that I'm sorry for taking so long to update? Anywho - thanks for reading. Mwuah!