(Flashback) Cold Winter Nights (Adder)

[Blythe]

Adder's head shot up. If his eyes seemed creepy before, they were outright sinister and just plain terrifying now. "Indeed," he simply spat, Blythe was convinced she saw a few drops of saliva escape his mouth, and she scrunched up her face in disgust, despite everything that was going on.

Adder's eyes were fixated on her, icy cold slits of pure hatred. He reached behind him and turned the key that was resting in the lock. Blythe stared at the tiny golden key, horrified, when he placed it in his pocket. The door was unlocked before? she silently moaned in her head, and now I got to get past him, get the key, open the door, remove the beam, AND run? she thought, starting to sweat, realizing she had no idea as to how she would go about accomplishing any of those goals.

Blythe was starting to panic.... anytime now Avalis... just shoot me some crazy idea! Anything at all! It would be really really handy right about... NOW!!! Or even like 5 minutes ago would have been nice, she thought, as Adder hissed, "I'm nothing like you... you're naive and think your perfect little life is untouchable. Truly coming to Sssunberth was a very sssstupid thing to do."

Blythe never took her eyes off of Adder, she realized that perhaps Adder was right; it was foolish for the youngest sister in her family, herself, to be sent off on such a dangerous mission, and by herself no less, but there was nothing she could do about that now, was there? She just had to make sure she remembered to breath, to think clearly, and pray, so that hopefully, she could get out of this place in one piece.

Blythe took a few deep cleansing breaths, hoping it would help calm her racing heart. In through the nose, slowly out the mouth, but it didn't seem to do much if anything.

Suddenly, Adder sprang across the room, lunging at her. He slammed into her, and pinned Blythe against the cold, hard, positively solid wall behind her. Her head shot back with the force of Adder's body propelling into her, and she clenched her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and muttered a low, "ooowww," wishing she could rub her head to ease the pain, but he had successfull grabbed each of her wrists in his scaly little hands, and pinned them up over her head.

"Pissssing me off was even more sssstupid," Adder hissed. "I swear on the lost virginity of my mother, I wasn't going to hurt you," Adder said as he moved his hands, from her wrists, forcefully grabbing Blythe's head, his thumb on one cheek and his fingers on the other. His hands felt rough, and cold; it sent a shiver up Blythe's spine, she didn't like it there, and she certainly didn't want it to be there either.

Their faces were only inches away from each other, as the two of them locked eyes, Adder staring at her with his golden serpentine ones, a predatory gaze, and an evil glint lurking in the outer reaches of his irises; and Blythe glared back at him, her soft lavender eyes trying to take on a cold edge, and failing miserably. Tears lurking in the outer reaches of the white space that surrounded her irises.

Blythe didn't need to be a genius to know that Adder wasn't about to keep his so called swear on his mother, he intended to hurt her, and Blythe must do her best to brace herself, and to hopefully, find a way out of this mess.

[Adder]

Blythe answered him with a failed gaze of defiance. Tears appeared in the corner of her pretty purple peripherals. One of those anger fueled tears ran down her gentle pale visage and he licked it off, it tasted salty. He smelled her hair and released her face from his iron grip.

Adder pushed themselves away from the wall and brought her hands behind her back. With his one hand he pressed hard so she wouldn't get away. Bringing both of her arms downward he forced her against his body and grinned down at her.

Using his superior strength (Adder was even more powerful than average human because of his Dhani heritage) and weight he worked her over to the table where the piece of rope was still lying about.
Adder pressed her upper body on the table in a quick fluent motion and began to tie her hands, holding her in place with his elbows. He made sure the rope would be on securely but not so much that it would chafe.

[Blythe]

Adder stuck his tongue out of his mouth, leaning into her face, and slowly licking away her tears. His tongue was cold and wet, and Blythe felt as though she could feel each of his taste buds drinking in every aspect of her pale skin. Absolutely disgusted, and trying desperately not to puke Blythe turned her face to the side, exposing her profile, tears still streaming down the side of her face, and dripping down the end of it, onto her shoulders.

Adder leaned in, pressing his body against her, his nose lodged in her hair, sniffing deeply. She couldn't imagine it smelling too good, considering she'd been essentially, living on the dirty streets of Sunberth for the last few days.

When he pulled back, Adder let go of Blythe's face, and she turned her face back to look at him. Her eyes, still filled with tears, caused her vision to become blurry. Blythe reached her hand up and slapped Adder as hard as she could, across his right cheek, leaving a red mark in the shape of hand upon it. Yet, as soon as her hand had escaped its captor's embrace, it ran right back to it, Adder catching her hands, and twisting them behind her back. Adder pulled them both away from the wall. Blythe started kicking at his legs, and squirming wildly about, trying to get away.

Blythe kicked his instep as hard as she could with her right foot, horrified when it didn't seem to do anything to help her out of this sticky situation.

Adder pushed her arms farther down, applying more weight to them, she couldn't even unfurl her curled up fingers. Slowly, the two of them started to move closer and closer to the table.

Blythe was getting desperate, her heart pounding, her ears ringing, her head screaming "fight! fight! fight!" as she kept kicking at Adder's legs and squirming around wildly, even elbowing him in the chest at one point when she managed to push her feet forward, bracing her body, and halting all of their movement towards the table, as he pushed her and pushed her, he impaled himself on her elbow, after he had thrust it towards her, and then pulled back again in the struggle. Blythe was praying silently, please Avalis... please... save me... still kicking and screaming, and reaching her head to the side to bite Adder's scaly skin. She truly regretted not developing her fighting potential a little more.

Blythe was crying, sniffling, realizing that she wasn't really putting up a fight, or so it seemed, in Adder's eyes. She was nothing compared to him. Eventually, the two of them reached the table, and Adder bent her over, and into it, her face smacking the table with a loud thud, and lying flat against it. She looked like she had tried to bow courteously, but the table had gotten in her way.

Blythe looked over at Adder's hands, he had grabbed a rope and was beginning to bind her hands. Great, and just when she began to think that this day couldn't get any worse, Blythe thought to herself, wondering where on earth Avalis was in her time of need.

[Adder]

She kicked and clawed at him. Squirming around and trying to get out of his grasp. Blythe had slapped him only enraging him further. That impudence! After he had gone through all that trouble to make sure she was alive!

Tieing the rope in a knot he made sure she couldn't do that again. Adder Rayne was tempted to pull up that white dress she was wearing, but that would only prove he was what she thought he was. Despite having her in a perfect position to teach her a lesson and 'pop her cherry' he refrain from doing so.
"A fiesty one, aren't you?" he chuckled wickedly.

She had even managed to bite and elbow him. She was however frail and weak compared to his usual advesaries: heavy drunkards with broken noses and knuckles. He laughed at her struggling. "can't fight one's nature, hehe" Was he losing it?

Adder brought his face right next to hers and whispered a question softly in Blythes ear. "Tell me Blythe... Have you ever been with a man before?" He grinned and exerted a bit more pressure on her. "Tell the truth for it might change how I'll treat you..." If she was still a virgin, she'd probably be worth more. If not well... One more wouldn't make a difference. It felt good to be this powerful and together with the alcohol of that night it added to his intoxicated state.

[Blythe]

"A fiesty one, aren't you?" Adder chuckled wickedly after he had finally managed to bend her over the table and bind her hands. Blythe bit down on her bottom lip, she silently refused to give him any more satisfaction through her words, instead, she shifted her weight a bit from her right foot to her left, over and over, gradually creating a little more room between the two of them. Blythe kicked, and hit Adder's right ankle with as much force as she could muster, and as much as she could with the small amount of space alloted for her movement.

Adder kept on chuckling, with each and every one of her attempts at escape, he seemed to say, "can't fight one's nature, hehe." Was he drunk? she wondered, as a strange odor emitted from his mouth and reached Blythe's nostrils. Blythe scrunched up her nose. What a strange smell, she thought, as Adder brought his face next to hers, and whispered, "tell me Blythe... Have you ever been with a man before?" a mischievous grin creeping across his face, his eyes glinting in a predatory manner that sent a chill up Blythe's spine. "Tell the truth for it might change how I'll treat you..." Adder finished. Blythe looked up at him, her lavender eyes searching for any sign, any hint of some sort of humanity within this man. Blythe was looking deep into his eyes for anything, having heard several times that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, and not truly realizing what that had meant until this very moment. Yet, no matter how much Blythe looked into those eyes, she saw nothing but cruelty, a cold nature that also masked pain and.... insecurity? she wondered, stifling a low gasp as Adder pushed her harder into the table, making it harder and harder for her lungs to bring in more air to breath.

Blythe's heart was pounding. How should she respond to such a question? she wondered; knowing somewhere inside her heart that any way she answered, no matter what she said, something bad would happen, and the variation in said occurrences, wasn't likely to change all that much based off of her words alone. Perhaps there was something else she could say? Something else she could do that would change the outcome of this situation? But Blythe wasn't sure what that would be, she wasn't always the greatest when it came to making rapid and more than likely, life-changing decisions.

So, what to do? What to say? Her mind swam with decisions... floating around and around like a whirlpool, all Blythe had to do was reach out her hand and grab onto one, and run with it, hoping it wasn't one of the most foolish things she had ever done. But her mind seemed to be spinning too fast, and even when she shut her eyes to calm it, she found it to still be spinning, faster and faster even, and she just couldn't make a decision. So she said nothing instead.

[Adder]

He didn't got an answer... and that infuriated Adder even more. He hissed and grunted whether or not he'd give into his desires. The Dhani halfbreed pulled her from the table and smacked her on the floor. He couldn't take it she didn't answer his question. It felt like... there was someone throwing pepper in his food. He didn't like pepper.

In order to keep her in place he sta himself down on her firm but small behind and grabbed hold of both her legs. Armwrestling with her legs he took the remaining rope and bound them as well. She was boggling and squirming, not making his job any easier. But then again, this was probably the easiest slave run he'd had!

"It's ugh... for your own good" he grunted while putting the ropes around her slender scaled ankles."You'd rather have me check?" a short low sound escaped his throat, he was laughing.

[Blythe]

Adder began hissing and grunting, but if he was truly saying anything, Blythe couldn't make it out. After a while, Adder pulled her away from the table and smashed her into the floor. Blythe instantly started squirming, kicking her legs about wildly, she felt like a fish out of water.

Some of her kicks missed Adder entirely, or were stomped out by the swift movement of his hands on her body. Others hit him, one in particular hitting what she assumed to be his chin, for the impact made a low crack, followed by the sound of teeth grinding up against one another. She had actually got him! she thought to herself, trying not to get too excited, knowing that she still wasn't out of this mess yet, as she shut her eyes, kept kicking and squirming underneath Adder's hold, praying silently to Avalis through all the shouts in her head telling her to get the heck out. Well wouldn't it be nice if she had use of her hands? Blythe thought in response to her now, slightly unrealistic, mind.

After awhile, Blythe felt a greater amount of weight on her butt, she glanced over her shoulder. Adder was now sitting on her, lovely, she thought, as she continued squirming, kicking her legs up as far as she could, in the direction of her head, hitting his knees and thighs a few times before her legs started to grow heavy, stiff, and numb. Taking the opportunity to bind her now that she wasn't fighting as hard, Blythe soon found her legs wrapped in rope, as were her arms, which were growing stiff as they rested behind her back. She tried moving her hands up and down, to help make the ropes looser, but she could scarcely wiggle another centimeter of breathing room out of her bound hands. Blythe sighed, what a horrible day this was.

"It's ugh... for your own good" Adder grunted as he finished tying the rope in knots around her ankles. She couldn't moved them around at all, just wiggle about like a fish above water. How pathetic, she thought. "You'd rather have me check?" a short low sound escaped Adder's throat, and she realized that he was laughing. What is his problem? she wondered as she continued squirming around, trying to roll back and forth and get him off of her. Knowing that no matter how she answered, he'd probably check, just to be sure, anyway. So she grit her teeth, and braced herself for the worst. "May the gods strike you down," Blythe whispered, "may what you deserve to have happen find you," so low that she doubted, highly doubted, that Adder had heard, her words for the most part, simply having been formed upon her lips, never truly leaving them.

[Adder]

Adder got up and inspected his work. After deeming she wouldn't be able to free herself he grabbed her bye her beautiful long hair and pulled her up. Blythe wouldn't be able to do anything more than just stand there or she'd crater to the floor, head first.

Bending over a bit he brought his face within two inches of hers. She had tiny scales on her pretty mug as well, Adder saw. "I'm going to ask again once... Did you or did you not have sex with a man?" If she wouldn't answer... Adder Rayne was unsure of what he'd do now... She had driven him to the verge.

His veins were pumping with excitement, desire, adrenaline and alcohol.

[Blythe]

Adder reached down and grabbed a clump of Blythe's hair. He pulled her body upwards. He bent down, leaning into her, his face about two inches away from her own.

Blythe's face was filled with pain, her lavender eyes shut tight, her teeth gritting as pain seared through her body. Blythe didn't want Adder's filthy hands in her hair. She didn't want him anywhere near her, but she didn't seem to have much choice in the matter.

Adder pulled her head back, so Blythe's face was to the ceiling her neck arched, she was wincing with the pain, the stench of his breath. Her heart was pounding, and her brow and her hands were growing sweatier and sweatier. Her breathing was growing more and more rushed, more shallow.

"I'm going to ask again once... Did you or did you not have sex with a man?" Adder asked, a mixture of both desire and anger in his tone. Blythe glanced over at him, still gritting her teeth. Before he shifted her head, tilting it closer to him, and Blythe spit in his face, saliva dripping down the corners of his eyes, his nose, his chin. Should she bother to tell him, if he was certain to look anyway? she wondered.

[Adder]

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He struck her harder than he innitially intended and sent Blythe flying through the room. Adder roared in anger. What had she been thinking? Spitting in his face would only provoke him. If she'd just had answered the question...

With the intention of finishing the job he strode with heavy steps to where she was lying on his dirty planken floor. Adder kicked her in the ribs with his boots. Once... The Dhani halfbreed managed to get a hold of himself and backed up...

What was he doing, he asked himself. He wasn't that bad a guy but this Konti had succeeded in bringing the worst in his corrupted troubled nature to the surface. Adder's inner demon which he normally kept down deep inside and in chains. He ran his hand across his face and removed the spit with his sleeve.

Rayne was feeling tired and... guilty? Resisting the urge to apologise he wrapped his arm around her hips and pulled her up. Then he tossed her over his shoulder as he had done before and walked over to the bed. Was she bleeding?

After having laid her down, gently though not overly as a lover would do, Adder stood there staring for a short instant. Finally he picked up the blanket, dusted it off and made sure the end with the gin stains was at Blythe's feet so she wouldn't be bothered with the smell... He draped it over her and gave her a last glance, not avoiding to hide his feelings of shame and sadness.

"Can't fight our nature" he whispered tragically and sat down on his chair, staring into the flames. Adder grabbed the bottle...