14 Jan 2006, 13:38
::THREE::
Haven’t had much sleep in the past week. I’m used to not getting much, and to it not being reliable. I’ve only been loose a week this time. Try to close my eyes, rest a little.
It’s a man’s scent, in front of me. Heavy, very male. Sweat. Stale, but, given the circumstances, not bad. No bitter smell of fear, a tang in the back of your throat. Not like the mercs. He hasn’t moved. Most likely a prisoner too.
Don’t much care for being sniffed at, even if it’s a woman doing it. She doesn’t smell great. She doesn’t smell bad either. Then again, I’ve been in prison for a while.
Still hasn’t said a fucking thing. These mercs said she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t? Or just doesn’t? She growled when she went for that merc in front of her, so it’s not like she can’t make any damned noise at all. Sexy as hell. A shame if she doesn’t make any other noise. Kind of liking the thought of her getting loose in here. I bet I could get a noise or two out of her. Wonder if she’d let me go, or if I’ll have to get myself loose somehow once the shit hits the fan?
“YOU let her go. So YOU go back and feed her. Yea, Riddick too. Maybe next time you’ll fucking hold onto the chains, kid.”
Guess it’s not just me that gets sniffed at. The little merc gets sent back here, to feed and water us. He’s the one that let her loose, when they were getting her on board. I guess coming back here to feed us is some sort of payback for everybody else getting hurt.
She doesn’t miss much, but doesn’t let on. The merc takes one look at her, and decides to feed and water me first. Not used to being the safer bet. Don’t much like it either. Just sit back and watch, and wait. Kid stinks of fear, as he turns to face her. Puts the water and the protein bar down, almost dropping it, his hands are shaking so bad.
He’s standing in front of me, the acrid reek of fear coming off him in waves. Living in the dark heightens your other senses. The smell of him nearly makes me sick. His heart is racing, he keeps swallowing. Fear is something I understand well. It’s something I can work with.
Pull my head back, and to the side, so he has to get closer to my body to take the bit off. I know I’ve been run to ground for a while, but I’m still a woman, and a relatively attractive one at that. Nothing about three baths and a sturdy comb wouldn’t probably fix. So I let him lean in, his body pressed close to mine, and let his body touch mine. He jumps at first. I think he was expecting me to lunge at him. I don’t. His scent changes. Just a little. Not fear, but that deeper male scent, not much sexual power in this one, but it’s enough. Enough to remind him that it’s a woman he’s dealing with, not just a prisoner. Still can’t see him, but that’s not necessary for me anyways.
That merc with the dogs called her an animal. She very well might be, but she’s not stupid. Knew exactly how to play that guy. They made a mistake sending a rookie back here. He’s already underestimated her once. She leans back, so he has to touch her more than he’d like. And less than he’d like. Lets out a soft low growl, when he gets that bit off. He jumps, but not a lot, and she doesn’t make a move for him, just waits.
He’s close enough to press against me, while feeding me. He had pulled his leg back, shyly, at first, but pressed it back again, while he let me drink. Feel his breath quicken, at the growl. Don’t make a move for him, just wait for him to come to me. Look right at him. Which must be uncomfortable for him, me being blindfolded. I bet he feels me watch him anyways.
For all the fear he showed in getting here, he seems disappointed at having to leave. I can hear the rattle of the bit in his hands. His hands are still shaking, just a little now, just enough that I can hear the tiny metal clicks of the bit.
She won’t open her mouth for the bit now. Just puts her head down. He doesn’t want to be rough with her. Because he’s afraid she’ll bite him, and because he sees her as a woman now too, not just a prisoner.
“I have to put it back on….”
She just shakes her head a little. He’s going to have to force her to do it. I don’t think he will. He takes a long look at the front, then looks down at the bit in his hand, at her. Puts it down beside her. Pats her knee as he gets up. I can’t hear what’s being said up front, but I have the feeling that the little merc will be the one coming back here tomorrow to take care of feeding us.
One last sniff at the air, before she settles back, a ghost of a smile that’s gone almost as fast as it appears. This is going to be fucking interesting.