#inkofaries

There was another path forward but in the meantime, you had to cool your nerves. You pulled a pack of cigarettes from your back pocket and lit one, taking a large inhale before letting it free. Leaning against the brick wall, you could still hear (and feel, for that matter) the music in the club but were unbothered by it now. A few minutes passed by quickly as you smoked before you were surprised to see the door open again.

Out strode a large figure who didn’t immediately notice you as he stepped out. However, as you blew out another cloud of smoke, he turned to face you. You looked up briefly from your phone to meet his gaze. He looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t place it. He also looked like he was up to no good, so after a moment you returned to scrolling on your phone. It was just your luck that he spoke up.

“You aren’t supposed to be out here,” He leaned his right forearm over the wall just above your head, cocking his head as red hair pushed in front of his eyes. “Employees only.”

“Oh no,” Your voice is flat as you take a moment to adjust your glasses, looking up into his brown eyes with obvious distaste. “I’m so scared.” You raise your cigarette to your lips with delicate fingers, only to have it plucked from your grasp; the man looming above you takes a puff of it instead, blowing the smoke right in your face. You just frown at him as his smile only seems to grow.

You get the growing sense he’s not someone you want to be alone with.

“Just trying to help you out angel,” He clicks his tongue as he leans in farther to you, whispering. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone on a night like this.” His smirk is nothing but devious. You’re able to take your cigarette back (well aware that he could have kept it from you if he wanted to) and take another puff yourself. “It can get dangerous around here.”

“Is that so?” You flick off ashes, still not looking away from him. “Because the way I see it, I was doing just fine until you came along.”

“You know,” His free hand finds way to your hip, roughly grabbing at the skin there. “Maybe you should be scared of me.” You want to believe he’s just teasing but the way your heartbeat picks up has you wondering if you’ve made a mistake.

“After all, you don’t know me. Don’t know what I’m capable of angel.” There’s an edge to his voice that sends a sinking feeling falling through you. You really don’t feel like gambling tonight, so you’re no going to risk it.

“Could say the same asshole!” You waist no time in raising your knee to his crotch and ducking away from him as he crumbles. You don’t stay to witness him squirm, turning away from the fence to the unknown, dark alley opposite of it.

You hear him groan as you set off, only to hear it die down to a chuckle. That only makes you book it faster, turning the corner left to the back of the club. This side is fenced as well, but you can see the shape of the door not far from you. If you made it to the street surely there would be other people out in the area you could run too.

“Oh you’re going to be more fun then I thought!” You didn’t think you could push yourself any harder as you run towards the exit. You can feel your damn skirt rising as you run and you swear one of the fucking buttons in the front just flew off, but there could be time to worry about that later.

You hit the iron fence running, panting as your hand flies to the handle. It was just your luck the door opened in and not out because before you could open it, the man you had previously incapacitated slams into you, ramming you hard into the iron fence. You groan as you’re pressed roughly into it and hear as he breaths into your ear.

“Is that all you got? You really gonna let it end here bitch?” His words make you so angry you almost forget how scared you are. But pinned as you are, there isn’t much you can do against him.

“Fuck off!” You yell though the both of you know your voice wouldn’t be heard over the club beside you. He’s very obviously stronger than you but that doesn’t stop you from struggling against him, trying in vain to jam your elbow into something vulnerable. However, the man behind you is all hard muscles and toned skin, and your hits do little more than make him laugh.

“Aww you’re going to keep fighting angel? Just for me?” One of his hands sneaks to the back of your thighs, where your traitorous skirt has managed to ride just below the curve of your ass. He wastes no time pulling it up fully over you, unbothered by the sound of some of the buttons snapping off and instead cupping one of your ass cheeks. Your soft skin gives way under his rough touch and he can’t help but groan out in satisfaction.

“But god if you don’t feel divine…” He leans against you more now, using his other hand to reach around to your front and thumb at the thin lace of your thong. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more embarrassed than you did now with his thumb rubbing haphazard circles on your clothed clit.

“Leave me alone! G-get off!” Even as you say the words you’re not sure how you’re going to shake him off. The hand that was on your ass moves up, taking its time to run along every curve and fold of your sides and hips before settling on you right breast. You can’t help but hitch your breath at the combined sensations.

You’re not about to let this happen to you.

You take a deep breath to ready yourself and ram your head back with force. You aren’t sure if you hit his chin or something else but its enough to get him to fall back from you and for you to shake off your head and get moving.

Again, you go for the handle of the iron wrought door only for it to not move you your grasp. Shake and wiggle it as you might, it doesn’t moved. Its locked on both sides, needing a key. You turn to face your attacker, seeing that you actually managed to hit his nose; its bleeding from your impact, but doesn’t look broken. In fact, the man before merely wipes the blood from his nose with a wicked grin.

Knowing now that you were truly stuck with him has you taking in a deep breath.

“You’re pretty good at this. I’m lucky tonight.” He swipes his tongue quickly across his lips as he encroaches upon you, tasting his own blood. You have nowhere left to run and you’re both well aware of the fact now. “Are you gonna keep fighting this? Or will you just let it happen angel?” You still have one last trick, but you didn’t want to have to use it.

“B-back off!” While there’s still distance between you, you pull the knife from your boot. Its nothing significant, especially in your shaking hands but maybe it would be enough to get him to back off. “I’m… I’m not afraid to use this!”

You don’t know how he can keep smiling like this. It unnerves you.

“Then do it.” He doesn’t stop approaching you, not until his chest is touching the tip of your

blade. It digs into his chest a little bit, but not enough to break his skin or his shirt. “Hurt me. Make me bleed even more.”

You can’t stop shaking. If you didn’t have a death grip on the knife, it likely would have fallen from your hands long ago. You can’t help but look and meet his piercing gaze.

It’s clear to the both of you he’s already won.

Tears well up in your eyes, making it hard to see him. He’s still grinning, something wicked working way on his features as your clammy hands finally drop the knife. It falls to the ground with such a loud sound you can’t help but flinch.

“What happened to all that fight from before?” In a facsimile of sweetness, he cups your chin. You tremble in his grasp, knowing well what was to come.

If only you knew what he had in mind was far worse.

“I think I like you.” He leans in close to your face. You still have some sort of self preservation as you lean away from him. Your head hits the iron bars as he just stares into your eyes. “What do you say slut? Coming home with me tonight?” You stiffen at a pressure on your side.

You look to your waist; he holds a knife of his own, far more intimidating than the little one you had. You don’t know where he pulled it from but it only serves to let you know this was a losing battle from the start.

He squeezes your chin when you don’t immediately respond. You don’t dare speak, merely nod your head at his words.

He smiles.

“Good.” The hand that holds the knife slots against your waist, pulling you snug against him. He drops your chin and produces a key—the very one that could grant your freedom. “Don’t even think about running.”

Slowly, carefully, he opens the door towards the both of you. You found you had two choices before you.

Escape from his grasp, risk getting hurt or worse as you run into the unforgiving night. Or… Let him take you away, to fate unknown. With a knife like that in his hand, the choice seemed pretty obvious.