---- A surge of relief washed through me when I began packing my things. I was going to be free! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG- "Are you done yet?" I turned my head to see Felix, holding a wine glass and sipping from it. His eyes roamed around my body and I cringed from the attention he gave me. I turned my head back to the bag and filled it with everything I needed. A knife, rifle, weapons, clothing, food, anything for survival. I don't want to go back home. "Crim, you do know we're visiting an old friend of mine." I let out a sigh of frustration, that's it?! NO FAIR! "We, are going to see Elliot Van-" "ELLIOT!" ---
I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to have to darken Felix's character. A lot. ---- "Hm. You seem so quick to answer, Crim. What's your relationship to thi commmoner?" The way he said it. It was as if he dispised him. "He's my- my-" "Spit it out." "Cousin!" An alibi is a liar's precious last resort. And he bought it. "Psh." Or so I thought... ----
----- He grabbed my hand forcefully before pinning me to a wall, my neck bare before him. "Hey! Felix! Noooo violating! No! Bad dog!" "Isn't that how you like me? Bad?" "No! I don't! I don't!" His head rested at the crook of my neck and he licked my cheek, the feeling of wetness remaining there. Gross. Just gross. "Woof." He let go and I dropped onto the floor, shivering from his advance. Unfair... That was so unfair... "That's a warning, Red. I'm the only. ONLY. Guy for you." Arrogant aristocat. ---- The trip was quiet. I burried my face in my hands and looked away, at the carriage window before sinking lower into my seat. Home was far... Far away. "Hello, my kitty cat..." Felix purred into my ear, his husky voice making me shiver even more. It wasn't attractive nor seductive. It was just... wrong. "We're here." His lips were so close to my earlobe and I could feel his breath, but he removed himself from me and stepped out. Bitch. ---- "Ah! Felix! My-" Elliot dropped the botle of champagne and the two wine glasses he held when he looked at me. The res liquor spilled onto his orange vest but it seems as if he didn't give a damn, and embraced me quickly. "Crimson!" I purred at the feeling of him, the warmness. His golden locks of hair fell back his shoulder and I reached for it, playing with it and giggling. This reminds me so much of my childhood... "Elliot, get off." Felix pulled me away from Elliot and I winced from the pain. His grip was way too firm and I glanced over to Elliot, who pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and began wiping himself clean. The red wasn't removed, though. He removed his vest and shirt- "OH MY GOD!" No perverted thoughts! No! No! Nooooo!!! ----