stuff us in boxes that's where you want us
cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns
That truly hypnotic gaze seemed to swirl like a vortex sucking the raven-haired woman into a docile state that went against every fiber in her body which attempted to fight it. She tries to fight it, but the more she did, the farther she sunk deeper into shifting green like quicksand. Light lime green flecks dancing with that deeper emerald hue giving the illusion that his eyes held no end. How quickly her body seemed to give up that fight, submitting to that soothing force that was within his gaze. Her hatred for him pushed away, like it was submerged in the deepest depths of an ocean she couldn't reach. There was no fight when he all but plucked that gun from her grasp. Her words as dreamy as the look within her vibrant violet depths. She had no intention on pulling that trigger, the woman content enough to bluff. A bluff he had seen right through. He offered her his hand in which she took, obediently directing the were-king through her apartment. Something within her, a pang desperately clawed at her to fight. But that spellbound stare has her at his mercy.
Leaving that weapon behind, outside of her apartment, they moved silently toward the Bugatti awaiting them.. How unaware she was of that impressive car underneath Tetradore's thrall. She couldn't break that eye contact as though they are her cage, some distant part of her wanting to escape. Soon after, she finds herself in the car, easily fastened up her seatbelt with that order to stay inside. Safety first. That sober sensation came rushing back to the rebellious woman who wanted nothing more than to riot against the were king. It was cruel, giving Harley the illusion that she had a choice, only to strip it away. Having no intention of listening to her in the first place. So much akin to the mistress he so diligently served. By the time Tetradore made it into that vehicle the woman was all but seething at being controlled like a mere puppet. Tetradore was quick to shrug off her cold words. "It was my choice."
Her next words she had spoken were meant to cut him, slicing at him without mercy. She didn't care if it was a low blow. It was truthful. How that strange feeling of what seemed to be a growl threatened to escape her, it was startlingly inhuman of her. This transformation nothing short of unusual and unable to stop. She caught that glimpse of a frown, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments, that knowledge now clear that she had cut just deep enough to falter the mask he wore. That reply was all but heartbreakingly whispered. It was that act alone that did something that surprised her. He didn't fight, he didn't shrug, he simply agreed. His gaze broke first, how akin to an alpha in that moment. For once she doesn't press any further, falling quiet, that silence over took the car for several agonizing moments. The sun was setting quickly, the setting sun all but disappearing, giving way to the moon.
He offered no more warning except for something about racing the sun. What the hell did that mean? Once pulled out into the street, he put that car into drive. They lurched forward. Quick, hardly covered how they drove, it was more like racing through those streets without a care for the law. They moved around traffic with ease, weaving in and out. Harley could hardly help the way she held on tightly to that holy shit handlebar. Trying desperately to cling onto something, narrowly almost hitting those scattered cars on that road, while they appeared like they stood still, Tetradore flew with that car. She was sure they were going to collide with one at a nearby red light.. she whimpered as they quickly came to a stop. "Oh god, are you trying to teach me a lesson?" She questioned, suspicion in her words.
Just when she thought they couldn't go faster, they veered onto the highway.. everything else seemed like childsplay. They jetted easily 50 miles over the speed limit, probably more. Her heart pounding as they raced the ever darkening sky. She wasn't sure who the hell was winning or why they were pressed for time. Maybe he simply enjoyed terrifying her with the near misses. "I'm sorry ok? I was mean, I get it.... please fuck.. Tetradore!" She was a bit of a speedster, but nothing like this, these high speeds felt like they were hurtling out of control. What a perfect interpretation of her life, she clung to the leather of her seat. She was almost relieved to make it off the highway, the car happily rumbling as if itching for more of that speed. Relief soon finds her when they slowed, turning into an abandoned parking lot, next to the forest's entrance. He turned off that vehicle, unlocking that door so she could all but undo that seatbelt and nearly spill out onto the floor. That was hell. He issued her to follow, like a demand that she had to follow.. Fuck that. She scoffs at him, grumbling something. Her legs felt like jelloified. "You drive like we were being gunned down. Who put the fire ants down your pants? Fuck."
They walked in silence, save for their footsteps down the graveled pathway, a frown distinctly upon her features as she remained deep in thought. They remained in silence and that seemed somehow worse that fighting. She noticed just how eerie it felt, just how quiet it was, far away enough from her home... her friends... all alone with a man she loathed. This is where people got murdered.. she thought, bitterly although there was a hint of humour. Of course, she would find humour in that very thought.
Here? Fucking here, in the middle of wilderness.. she supposed it was better than in the middle of a street or with prying eyes, but it felt odd getting naked. In front of him... in the middle of nowhere. Those clothes seemed to agitate her skin but not enough to start stripping. "Is it supposed to feel so sketchy? All of this...." She gestured vaguely as she questioned. She peered at her surroundings, almost nervously, her senses on high alert. As if she could hear every branch that cracked, every cricket that chirped, including her own racing heartbeat thudded rapidly within her chest. She could hardly help but notice the way he so easily reaches for the bottom of his own shirt, deftly removing it one fluent movement. The man was ripped, his muscles had muscles. Jesus.. the man certainly ate his spinach. "You are freaking ripped man.." She exclaimed, unable to stop herself. "When.. I become.. you know... all one with the jungle." She could hardly imagine herself being something else.. her body contorting to become another species. It was damn right fucking creepy.. terrifying.... "will I get a super bod too?" She questioned, honestly. Maybe something good could come out of this? 6 pack here she comes.
"Can you go first... I mean.. I don't know.. what the hell is about to happen to me.. I can imagine.. but I think I would feel a million times better if you just you catted out first...so I can see what to expect." Maybe... she could make a run for it when he shifted...or maybe she was truly just that curious. She hardly knew her own motives clamouring about her active mind. She swallowed hard.. that crawling sensation on her body getting increasingly more irritating. She rubbed her arms in an effort to try and sooth the aggravated sensation. It was then that she felt something slide inside of her like there was a creature beneath her skin, like a brush of soft fur. It made her eyes widen, her head tilting upward from Tetradore's topless form toward the moon. She felt her blood calling back to the moon like an obedient slave.
"This doesn't feel right.. I don't like this.. I think.. I just want to skip it and.. try again next week... I am going to call an uber. Just.. OW." In a moment, it felt like something had sucker punched her from the inside. That did not feel good. She gripped her stomach from where the pain resonated, the full moon rising above them, shimmering, mocking. Stupid moon. It seemed to murmur conspiratorially in her veins, her skin feeling almost like it was too tight. She fought it, hardly wanting this lack of control of her own body.