Partners? Bah. [ Alexander X Aphrodite ] [Finished]
Apr 4, 2016 19:52:02 GMT -5
Post by alexander on Apr 4, 2016 19:52:02 GMT -5
The arms of the chair groaned under the vice grip he had. He could kill her. Yeah, he could do it. He was stronger than her in every physical way...So when she stood up to him, it only pissed him off even more when he couldn't bring himself to wrench out her spine. Why, God dammit! His teeth clenched in anger as she brushed past him. She knew he wanted to end her and now she was just toying with him. She could do whatever she wanted and he couldn't...do a damn thing. It wasn't out of fear. Alexander never stank of fear, but there was something he couldn't put his finger on. He couldn't explain it. The hunter knew the only way he could figure things out was to cooperate, no matter how...annoying she could be. Without further hesitation, he too descended down the cold flight of stairs.
The silence was cut short when Aphrodite spoke. Alexander only snorted in response. Permission to do what exactly? What was down there that was going to make the greatest hunter of all time quake in his boots? Was she trying to scare him? That wouldn't work. He considered the possibility that this was some kind of torture chamber or something far more twisted and perverted. Why else would someone have a secret room? Once at the very bottom, the room beyond the window was...bare to his surprise. All it contained were 4 white walls and a girl who's soiled appearance was quite an eye catcher. The dirt, blood contrasted violently against the pristine cleanliness of the room. He took note of the girl's wounds and quickly realized that she had zero restraints on her.
Any amateur would have immediately guessed that she had been beaten for the past two weeks, but Alexander leaned into the window as Aphrodite spoke and sauntered away. Those wounds...They... He watched as Aphrodite came into view. She circled about the girl who curled into herself, much like a predator who played with her food. The song was alluring, haunting, and dare he say it-- beautiful. Of course, he couldn't understand what language it was, but the girl suddenly began to claw at her ears. His eyes widened at the realization that Aphrodite didn't require instruments of torture. She was the instrument of torture; quite literally. It was possible that she even had the power of suggestion...and to curb Alexander's urges and actions... She was strong.
It was infuriating.
The power of suggestion...There was nothing he could do about it. He was one of the strongest members in the force. He could cut people into ribbons and slay the most dangerous beasts of them all, yet he was held back by the very woman who dared to touch him again. He shivered at the warmth of her tongue gliding over the chilled skin of his cheek, the chill ending abruptly when she tapped his cheek and ascended the stairs. His gaze wandered back to the body that started to rapidly cool in the room. Aphrodite was just as sick and twisted as he was, if not more.
"If you don't have anymore of your 'hobbies' to show me, we're done here," he announced once he emerged from the staircase. She won the battle of dominance for now. "Call when you actually have something important to give me."
The silence was cut short when Aphrodite spoke. Alexander only snorted in response. Permission to do what exactly? What was down there that was going to make the greatest hunter of all time quake in his boots? Was she trying to scare him? That wouldn't work. He considered the possibility that this was some kind of torture chamber or something far more twisted and perverted. Why else would someone have a secret room? Once at the very bottom, the room beyond the window was...bare to his surprise. All it contained were 4 white walls and a girl who's soiled appearance was quite an eye catcher. The dirt, blood contrasted violently against the pristine cleanliness of the room. He took note of the girl's wounds and quickly realized that she had zero restraints on her.
Any amateur would have immediately guessed that she had been beaten for the past two weeks, but Alexander leaned into the window as Aphrodite spoke and sauntered away. Those wounds...They... He watched as Aphrodite came into view. She circled about the girl who curled into herself, much like a predator who played with her food. The song was alluring, haunting, and dare he say it-- beautiful. Of course, he couldn't understand what language it was, but the girl suddenly began to claw at her ears. His eyes widened at the realization that Aphrodite didn't require instruments of torture. She was the instrument of torture; quite literally. It was possible that she even had the power of suggestion...and to curb Alexander's urges and actions... She was strong.
It was infuriating.
The power of suggestion...There was nothing he could do about it. He was one of the strongest members in the force. He could cut people into ribbons and slay the most dangerous beasts of them all, yet he was held back by the very woman who dared to touch him again. He shivered at the warmth of her tongue gliding over the chilled skin of his cheek, the chill ending abruptly when she tapped his cheek and ascended the stairs. His gaze wandered back to the body that started to rapidly cool in the room. Aphrodite was just as sick and twisted as he was, if not more.
"If you don't have anymore of your 'hobbies' to show me, we're done here," he announced once he emerged from the staircase. She won the battle of dominance for now. "Call when you actually have something important to give me."
