...3...
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
She was not his.
She didn't want to be his, not wanting to belong to anyone.
She was not a property.
She was not a thing that belonged to just anyone.
She was her and not someone's 'Mine', especially his.
She tried unsuccessfully to get away from him.
She had failed woefully and she hated herself for it.
It was not because she hated that he called her 'Mine'.
But it was because she was mad at herself for liking the endearment, craving his attention on her.
He had certainly grown on her and she hated it to a fault.
'Let me go, totally,' she whispered.
Her flaming resolve was gone and in its place was a weak surrender.
'Please,' she pleaded again.
His hands around her waist tightened, bringing her against him, completely, chest against chest, thigh against thigh.
His smile turned into a smirk and then vanished.
His face hardened into angry lines like it had never been there in the first instance.
He leaned into her, bringing his lips to her ears.
He bit into her pinna, softly, for just a moment.
Her cheeks flamed.
She bit her own tongue to stop a moan as that familiar rush of desire claimed her.
It took her yet again by surprise, fruitfully dazing her into a passionate oblivion.
'Stop running Mine,' he advised her. 'It would do you good to do that Mine.'
'I won't,' she disagreed with him when she was back from her oblivion, to reality.
She would never stop running away from him, from the cruel beast that he was.
He hadn't a heart.
He had captured her.
He had taken her away from her parents, her lover and brought her here, to his empire.
He had caged her here and refused her to leave.
He had even refrained from telling her why she was here, with him, and she hated it.
It thoroughly sickened and disgusted her, his deeds.
Yet, she wanted him, time and time again and she hated her stupid pathetic self for it.
It was annoying, the rigmarole that was her feelings for him.
'Stop running now Mine,' he said in a warning voice.
Could she ever?
'You are mine. You will always be mine Mine,' he ended with that signature smirk of his.
The ogre.
'No!' She yelled.
He furrowed his brows.
'No I'm not! I'm not yours! I'll never be yours!' She swore.
He seemed to realize then that they were making an interesting scene for the idle guards.
He stepped back a little, letting her go.
'Very well then,' he said. 'You can just be my guest.'
He bent just a bit, his hands grabbing her thick thighs, taking her by surprise.
'You pervert! What are you-'
The words were lost in her throat as he easily hauled her over his shoulders in the speed of light.
She gasped lightly.
'Will you put me down?!' She demanded angrily.
'Mine,' he begun softly.
And it irked her to a fault that want rose in her, making her insides warm.
How pathetic that was!
He did not listen to her, adjusting her properly on his shoulders.
He turned away from the gate with her dangling over his strong shoulders for it bore her weight effortlessly.
He began to walk.
She gasped.
He was taking her back, the way she had come.
He wanted to return her to the very place that she detested.
The place she hated, that she was running away from it.
It was in vain, everything.
All her time spent planning, strategizing, all her efforts and hard work was all gone to the garbage, the trash.
It was all a waste.
It and the fact that he was carrying her like an old sack of potatoes annoyed her beyond reasoning.
The fact that he was unbothered didn't even help matters.
It infuriated her, fuelled her anger, fed her fury and ignited her rage.
Her fist flew violently, pounding his back as hard as she could.
She hit him with vehemence even though it was of no use.
All if her efforts amounted to nothing on his hard back that was like a tortoise shell.
'Put me down you god forsaken bastard!' She cussed.
He scoffed in amusement.
'Let me go! Let me go this instant!' she demanded as his chuckle made her see red.
She was mad at him.
'That Mine is one thing I am not planning on doing to you.'
His voice was like steel, all traces of his earlier amusement gone, indicating his opulent anger.
She knew he was trying to bully her into submission with it.
She refused to cower, desperation driving her onwards.
She did not seize to pound on his back with her fist.
She did not stop even when she knew that it was futile, useless
It was like pouring water onto a stone for he was unwilling to yield to her in any way.
'Drop me this instant you wicked devil! You can not continue to keep me stashed in here, under lock and key."
"I can," he taunted her.
"You must seize to do such a thing from this moment onwards!' she snapped at him.
He still kept on walking.
But thankfully he was not ignoring her at least.
'Devil?' He asked her.
She was sure he was raising a brow though she could not see him -which he was.
She also heard the amusement that was in his voice.
She knew that a smirk was sitting on his face with elegance.
She hated that, hated him, hated that he was mocking her so.
Oh how it pained her!
'Yes! Yes! A devil! That is exactly what you are! Devil!'
The words tore out of her mouth with all the pent up anger in her.
She channeled the rest into her fist that never stopped but continued to pound his back.
She was never going to get tired of doing this.
'Very well Mine, we shall see how much of a devil I can be sooner or later.'
Her hands stilled at the threat, her blood waxing thin, running cold.
'Bastard!' She said after a moment of fright.
'Woman, it will do you good to shut your mouth,' he warned her seriously.
It was her turn to scoff.
'Talking will only aggravate your punishment Mine,' he reminded.
The last two words were said with so much sarcasm.
'Asshole!' She uttered furiously.
He ignored her.
'Fatherless motherless bastard!' He stopped walking.
She smiled contentedly.
That had at least gotten to him.
It was a feat.
'Watch your utterance,' he snapped at her.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.
'I'll not issue another warning to you Mine. I'll act,' he warned her.
It was her turn to chuckle wickedly.
It gladdened her very angry heart that she could.
'Why should I?' She inquired. 'You are well deserving of whatever I say to you, of whatever insult I hurl at you!'
She snapped each word at him.
'You deserve it, every single letter that make up a curse word, every vile insult I throw to you for you are just as vile."
He said nothing.
She continued.
"You deserve it, you hear? Ain't I generous!'
The smarting pain that followed her words made her let out a horrendous scream.
The flesh of her buttocks tinged with pain underneath her garments.
He had spanked her buttocks.
In public?!
How dare he?!
'You filthy perverted lout! How dare you?!'
Another spank shut her up, manufacturing a cry of pain.
'You...you,' she stammered. 'You'll regret this,' she managed to say through gritted teeth.
'Are you willing to be quiet?' He asked.
When she said nothing, he continued to speak.
'I take your silence as a yes Mine.'
He resumed walking then when she did not reply.
'My horse!' He commanded.
'The Emperor's horse!' she heard his aide repeat his words to all.
She heard the clatter of hooves -The sound of his horse, Clover as it was brought to him.
He mounted with her over his shoulders like she weighed nothing, which she didn't.
Relief washed over her at the gesture.
Her head settled as blood no longer went into it from her last position.
He set her afore him, caging her between his body and the reins at her side.
'Don't even think of jumping off. You'll be dead before your body reaches the ground.'
She snorted.
'To the manor!' He ordered.
That was when she noticed his entourage -but only for a moment because he urged his horse into a canter then a frenzied gallop that was almost nauseating.
They passed through the third gate, then the second, and then the first gate.
They rode through the night to his manor, his home, her cage, her prison.
What a contrast!
He rode past the stone pathway that was lined with gargoyles, then the fountain.
He went through the garden speedily, the smell of flowers wafting into her nostrils.
The maze came next.
He easily found his way through it and they upended at his manor soon after.
He rode up the stone path that led up to the welcoming stairs.
His hands gripped her waist as he dismounted with a grace she had always secretly admired.
He lofted her unto his arms once again, his speed like lightning, fast and furious.
'You found her.'
She knew that voice, knew who owned the voice before she turned to it.
It belonged to the little Prince, her captor's constant companion.
He was dressed in all white, as always.
He accessed her with his thick black orbs, as dark as his brother's.
'Yes,' her captor answered his companion.
'She was making an escape, wasn't she?'
'Yes, you were right,' her captor said.
He adjusted her and she smirked, liking the fact that maybe his shoulders were hurting.
'Where?'
They both seemed to understand that one word question through some kind of telepathy for her captor replied the incomplete question.
'She was at the third gate. The guard in charge had given her the go ahead."
She scoffed.
"She stole a pass and I think it belongs to the poor guard she had undressed and tied up wickedly.'
His answer made her feel guilty for her actions.
The guard hadn't deserved such, but she had needed to do so.
Desperate times as they say calls for desperate actions.
But his choice of word were so and so to her.
'Wickedly?' She asked him.
He set her down then and she faced him brazenly.
Their eyes clashed like thunder and lightning in the sky.
'Yes Mine, you did so wickedly," he said to her. "How could you be so cruel? How could you do that to him? You did not even have the decency tie him up properly."
"I did."
"He was barely breathing when he was found and his skin was even becoming blue.'
Surprise flickered in her eyes.
His voice betrayed his blatant disappointment in her.
'How could you?'
'I... I-' she stammered guiltily.
His face hardened.
'Answer me!' He demanded in a stern unforgiving voice.
The command made the hair at her nape to stand in fright.
'I'm sorry,' was her only answer.
He surveyed her obviously.
'He nearly died,' her captor snapped at her, 'and you're sorry?' His sarcasm was thoroughly evident.
'He's okay,' her captor's companion countered swiftly, putting her agitated mind at ease. 'He just needed to breathe properly.'
'Little Max,' her captor warned in a voice that didn't bother the recipient.
'Stop scaring her First,' he replied, stepping forward.
'Well I should. After all she wanted to run away.'
'Where do you even want to run off to?' The little Prince turned and asked her.
But she said nothing.
'You are just trying to jeopardize your safety.'
She could not insult him though she hated his chiding words for he had been extremely nice to her.
He was the only one whom she thought really cared about her. '
"Why are you even doing so?'
'I...I do not want to stay here anymore. I want to leave, go back to where I came from. My home, my parents and siblings, my lover.'
She heard her captor's warning growl at the word lover.
She continued anyways.
'I do not know where I am,' she told him softly, on the verge of tears.
'Never!'
Her captor's voice rang out loud and clear.
'You will stay right here and nowhere else,' he informed her.
'No I will not! I do not want to you beast! I'll keep trying till I leave!' She shot back at him, her chest heaving with the strength of her opposition.
He grabbed her left hand, drawing her to him forcefully.
'You will do no such thing, you hear? You are mine! Mine!' He told her in a low yet threatening voice.
She trembled in his arms, from fear, tears and the sudden closeness of their bodies.
Despite that his skin was as cold as ice, she found hers heating up.
She met his gaze, getting lost in the depth of his eyes.
She caught herself before she could nod in response to his words.
It was an effect of his hypnotizing eyes whose colour was swaying from silver to black, oscillating.
'I am not. I am not yours.'
He lowered his mouth to her pinna.
She shivered lightly.
'Deny it all you want my Sweet, it'll change nothing. You belong to me. Yare mine.'
The words were said softly to her with a voice only she could hear.
Then he lifted her into his arms, bridal style.
..OmaPhinaPhire