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war in my veins

When she turned to look at him, her expression suggested that she had noticed the obvious. Yet she still jerked on the handle multiple times like it would open if she tried hard enough. It was fruitless though. She wasn’t going anywhere until he told her she could go. If he told her…. Under her watchful stare, he waited for her to piece together last nights events, even if she could even manage to recall them. Eventually, her eyes would drift to her paw that hung limply in the air. You… Enzo was as silent as he was patient. He didn’t try to rush her as she worked through her memories and emotions, though in reality, the sooner she accepted her newest situation, the better. For both of them.

Did we… Her question trailed off with innuendo. A smirk curled one corner of his mouth. “Did I fuck you?” He offered. There was no denying what she was asking, he knew it the moment she asked. Teasing her about it was too good a chance to pass up though. She was obviously worried if she spread her legs for him in her drunken stupor. “You wouldn’t need to ask, if I did.” You’d know it. She’d still be feeling him between her legs. Hell, she probably would have woken up under him. Waking his partner up with sex was always a good time but he preferred his lovers coherent and able to remember the night before.

Rising to his feet, he didn’t follow her line of the sight to the still locked door. The sickly sweet scent of her anxiety wafted towards him, filling the room. There was anticipation in her voice, hope that he’d just skip over to her and let her out. Stretching, he didn’t answer her right away. Another yawn would split his jaws. “You can hardly walk.” He pointed out, finally pinning her with his mismatch stare again. To drive his point home, he looked at her still bandaged paw. Idly, he wondered if she had started to bleed through it yet with the ruckus she was causing this morning. Dark nostrils flared but there was nothing obvious in the air.

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Did I fuck you?

She winced at the bluntness of his intent, but he didn't seem to care about the way he spoke to her. You wouldn’t need to ask if I did, he concluded, his voice dripping with a dark promise. Her throat tightened, not from fear but from the tight coil of anticipation and curiosity that began to cast heat between her thighs. As if he was loomed over her, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her much smaller frame, the heat between them palpable, a simmering tension inevitably shared by her rather than him.

She blinked at him, her mind racing through a thousand forbidden possibilities, her voice caught in a web of desire and dread. Her stomach, still a tangled mess on the floor, churned violently as he moved from the bed to the floor, his presence making her both anxious and uneasily excited beyond her subconscious control. Relieved that he hadn't made any advances and grateful that he was keeping his distance, she watched him with a mix of relief and unease.

His gaze shifted to her bandaged paw, a grim smile playing on his lips as he noted her struggle to walk. She let out a dismissive huff, brushing off his concern with a wave of her hand. Her voice was steadier than she felt, a forced laugh escaping her lips as she met his gaze. "You don't have worry about me," she managed, "I don't live far from here, it's nothing, really. Thanks for bandaging me up and everything, but really, I want to go home." There was no doubt her paw throbbed in pain, but she would much rather endure it than stay with him any longer.

Her eyes lingered to the door, then back to him, her voice gaining a hard edge. "Just open the door," she stated, her gaze never wavering from his. Rayne had no idea of the danger he was in or how precarious his situation was. The thought of him keeping her here against her will was both terrifying and thrilling, though it was not a recollection she wished to cement into reality.

The uncertainty gnawed at her, the fear of knowing the answer more daunting than the dark promise in his eyes.

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war in my veins

She was easy to read, like an open book she displayed all her thoughts and emotions for his perusal. His smirk only grew when she winced, clearly having not expected his bluntness. Little did she know that didn't even the scratch the surface of his filthy mouth. Mismatched eyes glittered with dark promises - all she needed to do was ask. And she looked like she might be considering the idea of doing just that. Intrigued was a hard thing to hide when the body wanted something. It was all in the eyes. It changed the way she smelled. The look on his face said that he knew exactly what was racing through her mind.

But she was reminded of why her presence was here. Her eyes dropped to her paw, clarity bringing with it the harsh reminder that she wanted to leave. With effort, she tried to dismiss his concerns with a few words and a wave of her paw. What she was about to learn was that Enzo was an immovable mountain. He remained unaffected by her words. When reason failed her, her tone sharpened though it was still dull against his skill.

Did she honestly believe she was in any position to make demands. His skull would lift as his expression cooled. Any promises were ripped back, tucked into a dark box. "A physician will be by this afternoon to take a look at your paw." Was his response but his rejection was clear as day. He would not be opening the door, at least not for her. Not now. That was a privilege she needed to earn.

He waited for that realization to set in. Under no circumstances did he anticipate it going well. Technically speaking, he was kidnapping her. Enzo wasn't an idiot, he knew what he was doing, what he was committing to. He also knew that if he tired of her in end, she'd likely lose her life as a result of his choices. Freedom gave her the opportunity to turn him in, to tarnish his reputation and family name, to throw a massive wrench in his plans. She was staying in this house for the foreseeable future, whether she liked it or not. Unless, of course, he decided to actually let her go after the doctor checked her out.

Decisions...decisions...

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It was ignorant of her to think that, even for a second, he would consider letting her go as she pleaded. Each passing minute grew more dire, each second deepening his hold on her. Every rejection of her request to leave only dug him deeper into a hole with the law. Rayne, however, was almost certain he didn’t care about the law, and the thought of what he might do when he was ready to discard her made her stomach churn. A criminal. It didn't take her long to realize that anyone in their right mind would never keep a hostage. She felt the queasiness return; she was going to die unless she played nice. It was clear he had absolutely no intentions of setting her free. This grave, sickening realization shifted her perspective entirely. She wasn’t going to make it out of this, but if she was going to try, she had to accept that she might die doing so.

He spoke of a doctor, but his words were nearly drowned out by the ringing in her ears. Her throat felt as if it were closing up as she tore her gaze away from him. Her heart raced in her chest, nausea threatening to overwhelm her. This was the consequence of her reckless choices—getting drunk to drown out her feelings, to feel numb and stupid. This was the price she was now paying.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. Her throat burned, tight and constricted, and her body tensed with dread. Rayne couldn’t muster the strength to look at him as defeat washed over her. She wouldn’t even respond to the mention of a doctor coming to examine her injured paw. What was the point? Why bandage her up if this was his intention all along?

After a long silence, she finally moved away from the door and settled by the window. There was a ledge just big enough for her to nestle into the opening, the locks visible and secure on both sides. A part of her wondered if he had done this before, but she pressed that thought deep down; it wouldn’t help her now. She stared out at Rionna, almost certain she could see her house from this spot. With her back turned to him, she let the tears roll down her cheeks, pressing her forehead against the glass. She cried silently, clenching her teeth, determined not to let her body quake. Rayne didn’t want him to see that he was breaking her; it would only make him more ravenous.

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war in my veins

Her eyes grew misty and he was met with her complete silence. Realization settled on her features like an ominous cloud. She was only just beginning to understand. Enzo said nothing, letting the silence carry on as she came to terms with her new life. He try to make her feel better about it, he didn’t try to ease her worries, he simply let her figure it out. A better man would have let her go, a better man would have never put her in this position. Too bad for her, Enzo was no better man. His life might run through all the proper channels, he might be strait laced in the eyes of the law, but he walked on the dark side like the rest of his family. A Vincenza down to his bones.

She moved away from the door, abandoning hope for an escape this morning. Walking to one of the windows, she made herself a place perched on sill and didn’t look back. Just outside the window, Rionna spread out as far as the eye could see, rolling hills and old buildings, decaying stone and impressive forests. All of it was just out of her reach.

Shaking out his coat and smoothing tousled hairs back into place, Enzo crossed his room silently. Large paws spread under his weight, absorbing any sound he made - his nails were short and well kept, not even clicking against the floor. He didn’t go to her, he didn’t rush to her side to offer comfort. Instead, he left. The door clicked almost inaudibly behind him and the lock slid smoothly into place. Offering her space, he’d leave her with her thoughts in the confines of his bedroom. In there, she could do no harm, she could rage, panic and freak out all she wanted - she wasn’t getting out.

Keeping her secure was vital, especially now that he had to leave and go find the family physician. The doctors silence was already paid for and he was retained as needed. Enzo had lied through his teeth about her having an appointment but she didn’t need know that, not when he could produce a doctor to check his work. Another unnecessary task…

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