Wings of Momentum

"I'll kill you, by the Almighty, I SWEAR!" My scream echoed in the cobble stoned room. I could feel the moisture against my back, but I wasn't sure if it was blood or the dark moldy dampness that stuck along the stones. With my hands in rusty shackles pulled above my head I struggled, sweat and blood dripped down into my eyes when he hit me again.

"Emmm, oh yes, please, struggle more, MORE!" he said probably thinking I was trying to struggle to get free. His smooth and wicked tone gave me the goosebumps. He was sick, twisted and too damn handsome.

I kept struggling just to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead, instead, he'd kill me and a damned soul would take up residence bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, past lives of being murderers, thieves, degenerate slime, gave them a power to sometimes cloud my judgement. All that hate is a powerful thing.

My clothes were ripped, and though rumors say Oblivion is nothing but fire and brimstone, there was no heat in this cave of a dungeon. I was sweating but freezing all at once, so the rumors were wrong. King Lou, the lord of Oblivion caught me. I foolishly chased a demon down his hole when he tried to kill the Other I was protecting. Landing in the Kings lap, I knew I had made a foolish mistake.

"You'll never kill me if that's your plan, so keep having your sick fun. Heaven already knows I am here and soon you'll have a war on your hands!" I spat at him. I prayed somehow word would reach Heaven that I made another horrible mistake. I was starting to think my mess ups were just horrible perks of the job as a bodyguard. Right now, I could really use someone to guard my body.

"Haha, but my love, we are having so much fun! I know you'll give in eventually. There is always going to be a bit of pain with pleasure, so why resist me. I could make you my Queen, we could rule together. Does that not sound fun?" King Lou wasn't convincing me with those words, but with his looks, I might be swayed to the dark side.

His large emerald green eyes framed in almost alabaster skin, and broad straight nose, a pointy chin sporting a bit of fuzz. His skin looked like satin pulled hard over muscles. I needed to wake up, to find a way out of here or I'll end up on a dog chain at the foot of this Adonis's throne. For once I liked my job, but hated I couldn't die.

I was starting to pass out, he had ripped my cloths off seductively, playing an abusive lover, then cut me gently in random places along my body where my flesh was exposed. He even traced his tongue along those cuts to heal them ending with a kiss. He was having fun, I was not.

"You're crazy! I think I would find sticking a hot poker in my butt much more of a good day then play with you. Are you wanting a war Lou? Keep this up, once I am free, I'll cut off that manliness to feed to your hounds! LET ME GO!" Screaming at him I looked at his crotch trying to envision if I could actually do it, and he noticed where I was looking. I looked up at him to feign bravery and force a determined look on my face, then I smiled. He finally showed a weakness, covering his manly part with a free hand he let a little anger slip.

"I will NEVER let you go, NEVER!" Slamming the knife down on top of the stone slab table he turned towards the bowl of water and grabbed a dripping cloth from it. I noticed how nice his butt looked in jeans, and found it funny a Lord of Hell was standing in front of me shirtless with a pair of worn jeans on. His golden locks barely reached the tops of those jeans. An idea came to me.

"You know, Lou, there are better ways to convince me. I don't do well with being restrained with torturous threats and being cut. I'm more of a fried chicken, beer and movie type of gal. Get a few beers in me, and I can agree to almost anything." I said it as girly as I could muster, praying for time, or for a savior. I would play it cool, interested, and get the chance to get out of these shackles. I couldn't call on my aura or my wings, but I would find a way to escape. It's only ever in Heaven, and now Oblivion, that I can't use either. I really needed to find out why, but now wasn't the time.

He looked at me after that then smiled as he wrung the cloth of water out on the cold stone floor. His smile chilled me but at the same time gave me hope that maybe he would fall for it.