if the journey of a thousand miles starts when you take the first step
His grip was like iron against her wrist, and instantly her blood went cold. Even if anyone heard her screams, these caves would distort the sound far too much for anyone to find her. In time, that was.
Her mind whirled to try and buy time. Maybe she could convince him that a more private setting would do them both good. Maybe she could make it seem like her tongue and teeth had started to melt, or that—
—his blood was hot and gods it was everywhere. Whatever deftly severed his jugular hadn't loosened his grip on her. Too stupid or just too horny to realize he was dying, he clapped one hand against the waterfall of red while dragging Eloise down to the ground with him as he collapsed. Her knees hit the stone as he'd always intended them to as he mouthed silent threats her way, beady eyes turned to whoever it was looming (not so large) over Eloise' shoulder.
Far too terrified to scream, Eloise tried to wrestle her wrist away, aiming a kick for the man's face. Glancing over her shoulder it was to see, wonder of wonders, fucking Jack. Though in that moment she had no idea if this was something meant to inspire relief or just another sort of terror. Jack after all, wasn't the hero-ing type.
Her mind whirled to try and buy time. Maybe she could convince him that a more private setting would do them both good. Maybe she could make it seem like her tongue and teeth had started to melt, or that—
—his blood was hot and gods it was everywhere. Whatever deftly severed his jugular hadn't loosened his grip on her. Too stupid or just too horny to realize he was dying, he clapped one hand against the waterfall of red while dragging Eloise down to the ground with him as he collapsed. Her knees hit the stone as he'd always intended them to as he mouthed silent threats her way, beady eyes turned to whoever it was looming (not so large) over Eloise' shoulder.
Far too terrified to scream, Eloise tried to wrestle her wrist away, aiming a kick for the man's face. Glancing over her shoulder it was to see, wonder of wonders, fucking Jack. Though in that moment she had no idea if this was something meant to inspire relief or just another sort of terror. Jack after all, wasn't the hero-ing type.
i'll travel for a little while, & i won't be coming back
