Post by Jewel on Jun 18, 2016 2:31:50 GMT -5
Most definitely, Keith saw Tranquility's wary gaze toward the shackles. She stood rigid, silent, not daring to rub her wrists and ankles and across her stomach, which were all pink and sore from the cuffs that held Tranquility fast to that wall. Yes, she was growing an immunity for it. When she was first put in those things everywhere hurt. Now? Her body not only forced herself to stay alive, but healed itself to the best of its abilities. She blamed it on the fact that her mother had been an alpha - she was still a wolf no one sensible would want to mess with, anyway - giving her genes of survival even if she wanted to be dead.
Which, more often than not, she entertained the thought of.
At the sound of liquid silver, she shied away from him, heart quickening a bit fast for her liking. Any more, and Keith would be able to taste her fear. God, she didn't want that. Keith kept her alive, it seemed, just so long as she showed that she wouldn't be a McClellan girl. With that thought, she jerked her head away in defiance - only for him to pull her back to him by her hair. Since it's all a tangled mass, pain didn't center on one part of her scalp, but all of it at the same time. Tears sprung to her eyes. But she blinked them away and gasped when she was forced to look up at the ceiling.
Her lips were set in a snarl - upset that her body reacted just as positively as it had the night Keith held her. Like Keith wasn't a psycho. Not even sheer willpower could hold back the small thrill running down her back and straight to her core. But she did make an attempt to retaliate, tugging her hand back away from Keith so that she would be free of the cuffs. It didn't end well for her. In the end her hands were behind her back. Though at least the weight was off her neck.
"It's not morals," she snapped, turning her head slightly so that she made sure she got her point across. "Cum is absolutely disgusting. You want to know how I know?" Oh yes, she was playing with fire. Keith had this possessive attitude that was common among werewolves. It was obvious in how he always called Quill his. But Quill was not about to let this man taunt her with freedom she could never have. Then she smiled faintly. Maliciously. "Or can you guess?"
She was glad to be away for him - at least for a few brief moments. Then she grew wary once more at this random guy that seemed to pop out of nowhere (she had her eyes closed to savor the wonderful reprieve). But the sight of his smile instantly gave her a gut feeling that she could trust him. Before her sight was blurred by the tears that were brought by the smiles of her parents. Her throat closed. "I'm so happy," she whispered, just as rushed. Knowing that Keith could come at any second.
Then she swallowed a few times, nodding at everything the man said to her. She let her slip the piece of paper into her pocket. Smiling broadly as he left. Sure, the mission she had been given was a bit daunting. Keith didn't seem to have a weakness. But she knew that everyone did; it was the way of life. So she had to find it. She had to use it against him. Now, freedom didn't look so far out of reach anymore. It was going to come in the form of a mysterious benefactor named Vincent.
Thank God.
She quickly covered her broad smile by looking down, using her mass of hair to hide her red-tinged eyes as well. With no fighting or attempts to flee, she let him unchain her. Her insides were icy cold, chilling her to the epidermis of her skin when he asked what's wrong. Did he see Steven, but was trying to let her come clean? Did he catch a glimpse of her smile before she hid it? (Now she wasn't smiling, but still.) She refused to think that he was truly concerned and asked why she was willing to have the steel contraption dig into the soft parts of her skin. In fact, she did bark harshly at him, "Don't act like you care."
The slip of paper in her pocket burned, like a small fire had been ignited. She was afraid that Keith was going to find it. Crumple it before she could get a chance to memorize it by heart. Beat her because she was planning to escape. But she didn't react. Instead, she lifted her head defiantly. Refusing to look at him as she scowled. "Besides, it wasn't anything that you didn't cause."
Which, more often than not, she entertained the thought of.
At the sound of liquid silver, she shied away from him, heart quickening a bit fast for her liking. Any more, and Keith would be able to taste her fear. God, she didn't want that. Keith kept her alive, it seemed, just so long as she showed that she wouldn't be a McClellan girl. With that thought, she jerked her head away in defiance - only for him to pull her back to him by her hair. Since it's all a tangled mass, pain didn't center on one part of her scalp, but all of it at the same time. Tears sprung to her eyes. But she blinked them away and gasped when she was forced to look up at the ceiling.
Her lips were set in a snarl - upset that her body reacted just as positively as it had the night Keith held her. Like Keith wasn't a psycho. Not even sheer willpower could hold back the small thrill running down her back and straight to her core. But she did make an attempt to retaliate, tugging her hand back away from Keith so that she would be free of the cuffs. It didn't end well for her. In the end her hands were behind her back. Though at least the weight was off her neck.
"It's not morals," she snapped, turning her head slightly so that she made sure she got her point across. "Cum is absolutely disgusting. You want to know how I know?" Oh yes, she was playing with fire. Keith had this possessive attitude that was common among werewolves. It was obvious in how he always called Quill his. But Quill was not about to let this man taunt her with freedom she could never have. Then she smiled faintly. Maliciously. "Or can you guess?"
She was glad to be away for him - at least for a few brief moments. Then she grew wary once more at this random guy that seemed to pop out of nowhere (she had her eyes closed to savor the wonderful reprieve). But the sight of his smile instantly gave her a gut feeling that she could trust him. Before her sight was blurred by the tears that were brought by the smiles of her parents. Her throat closed. "I'm so happy," she whispered, just as rushed. Knowing that Keith could come at any second.
Then she swallowed a few times, nodding at everything the man said to her. She let her slip the piece of paper into her pocket. Smiling broadly as he left. Sure, the mission she had been given was a bit daunting. Keith didn't seem to have a weakness. But she knew that everyone did; it was the way of life. So she had to find it. She had to use it against him. Now, freedom didn't look so far out of reach anymore. It was going to come in the form of a mysterious benefactor named Vincent.
Thank God.
She quickly covered her broad smile by looking down, using her mass of hair to hide her red-tinged eyes as well. With no fighting or attempts to flee, she let him unchain her. Her insides were icy cold, chilling her to the epidermis of her skin when he asked what's wrong. Did he see Steven, but was trying to let her come clean? Did he catch a glimpse of her smile before she hid it? (Now she wasn't smiling, but still.) She refused to think that he was truly concerned and asked why she was willing to have the steel contraption dig into the soft parts of her skin. In fact, she did bark harshly at him, "Don't act like you care."
The slip of paper in her pocket burned, like a small fire had been ignited. She was afraid that Keith was going to find it. Crumple it before she could get a chance to memorize it by heart. Beat her because she was planning to escape. But she didn't react. Instead, she lifted her head defiantly. Refusing to look at him as she scowled. "Besides, it wasn't anything that you didn't cause."