black hole

i see your fantasy
you wanna make it a reality paved in gold

She should have know that she was pushing his boundaries as well, from the minute she stepped into his face she inwardly regret her decision. Despite this he didn’t show an inkling of indifference, it was infuriating. Rayne, not normally so overwhelmed and worked up, was battling her own demons who were fed by this man named Enzo. Fueled by fire in the moment clouded her judgement, and as she grew hotter she also would quickly fizzle out. He claimed that he never did this before, she didn’t believe it though she found no need to voice her skepticism, but he didn’t have a reason as to why. Why he held her hostage, why he kept her here against her will. He was silent, he didn’t even know. This made her blink as her features softened only a bit, a single ear tilted when he mentioned he did not want to kill her either. “Then why!” She managed again, her brows knitting back together, she barely noticed the man who left the room after he fixed the window.

Rayne was starting to feel this would be a question that would never have an answer. Even if he did figure out why, she doubted he would share. The longer he kept her here, the deeper and more grave the situation was for them both. With a heavy sigh went to back up and away out of his space, her hunger beginning to win and aiding in her exhaustion. Enzo wasn’t going to let her little charade go, and quickly he rose up to all fours. His size was enough to push her back since she didn’t expect him to stand , but he would follow up with sweeping her paws out from beneath her, sending her to her back which knocked the wind out of her.

He quickly closed the distance between them, not before he pinned her between muscular legs. He mirrored her previous action, coming so close to her face that his breath ruffled the fur of her cheeks. She tried to pull her head back, but the solid floor beneath her added resistance. At his arrogant statement she snorted, but she said nothing in defense because it seemed, in these particular moments, she somehow got lost in the intensity of his stare no matter how enraged he made her. Her silence was an admittance to his question that she would never speak aloud. “Get off,” she wriggled, managing to loosen herself from his grip with the energy she had left and rolled back to her paws and shook herself off. She stared at him coolly, her anger subsiding for the time being and replaced, once again, with hunger.

She would not ask, but a part of her felt that—if she was catching onto his game—he would make her work to eat, especially due to her outburst. Silently she walked around him and back to the chair, but she did not sit on it, nor did she try and take the food that was so close and accessible. Instead she knelt in her previous position and waited for him to sit at his throne once more. Her ears laid back slightly against her head, her eyes soft and her body growing overly fatigued. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up.

Enzo wanted something from her, she knew that much, else he wouldn’t bother to keep her around.

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