Mikeal
Hearing her back hit the wooden beam in the room I sighed before flipping on the switch looking at her. Her thick thighs were quivering as she was staring at me, I could see the fear flooding her mind and I could only imagine what she thought I was going to do based on what she described me doing to and with the women in her book.
"Little lamb, little lamb, do you not know what I truly am? Do you truly see such a weak and useless creation in front of you?" I spoke loudly but my voice was stern as I began to unbutton the shirt I was wearing at that moment to expose my toned thin 6 pack and wide chest, covered in different trash polka demonic and evil tattoos. Her fear was so strong I could taste it on the tip of my tongue, this fear was the fear to excite any demon within range of the house, and it's exactly what I wanted from her. Stepping closer to her I could also see the confusion, as she hadn't clued into the fact I was referring to her book, her little hands were at her sides as she starred at me not taking her eyes off of my body, her body was reacting but her mind was clearly telling her to fear me, her mind was sharp. Putting one hand on the large column beside her head looking down from my 6'4 height to her, I decided to lean more into her pushing her more into the column behind her. Her body was trembling and that fear that I was craving, the fear I was anticipating was beginning to become thicker to the point I could make a meal out of it.
"Speak Freya." I growled into her ear as I let my other hand slide up her arm. Suddenly she was breathing very heavily and her eyes shot closed as I could sense something else had happened. Something had been triggered in her as she raised her arms to her in a defensive motion as if she was protecting her neck from something. Squatting down I looked at her, I saw the faint scar on her neck and understood then, that my little goddess knows monsters better than I had anticipated. Sliding my hand through my hair as I watched her quiver and shake on the column, I waited until she came back while I looked at her watching and observing her every movement. Her wet eyes met mine as the fear that I was ready to make my dinner had disappeared as soon as she had seen my face.
"Mikeal, you're not like them are you?" Her voice had become so child like, so innocent, she was so pure at that moment that every fiber of who I was wanted to destroy her, but I knew I couldn't, not like this. I put my hand on her head stroking her curls down to her face.
"No, not like them my love." No, not like them, I'm much worse than them, and you my little lamb didn't deserve whatever had happened to you. I thought I had known your life when I chose your art to be how my image made it into the human world, but I was wrong, I was too rash and quick in my choice. Now here we are, though I'm not sorry for what I did, I do wish whatever has happened hadn't so that right now you could be going to another level of pleasure and not just sitting her a pool of trembling flesh and tears. Soon she fell asleep against my hand, all thoughts I had of anything impure were gone and I was left only with displeasure and even more anger, though now I understood why and how this beautiful voluptuous goddess could ever see me, of all people as a white knight based on just one nice encounter with me. Picking her up with ease I brought her to the bed in the room.
"This isn't what I thought we'd be using this for today, but it'll do for now." I whispered while laying the blankets over her. "But rest assured my chubby little lamb, you have not escaped me yet." Leaving the room I went to the study down the hall to continue my work from the morning.
Freya
The hands grabbed at my clothes and hair, I could feel my throat growing hoarse and sore as I was screaming and kicking while listening to the laughing as my flesh on my legs, arms and face began to sting from the slaps they were throwing at me. Soon the knife glinted in some small shred of light just in time for me to throw my body to the side so the knife only cut slightly on the side of my throat, I could feel the warm blood begin to trickle down to my collar bone.
"No!" I screamed shooting up in what felt like a very soft bed. My eyes darted around the room I was in, realizing I was having a nightmare, I took a deep breath in trying to get my barrings. This must be Mikeal's room, all I remember is him in his half naked glory making my body feel a whole other level of something before he got so close to me and pressed to me before I blacked out. Ugh, he must be so annoyed with me, why was he so mad, why did I allow myself to become so fearful, why did it trigger that awful memory? So many questions but no answers as my stomach growled a bit and I decided to get out of the bed slowly, my little legs slowly reaching the floor before I started for the door. Just as my hand went to the open the door I saw the handle turn and I backed away a bit as it opened and in front of me stood a young very attraction woman wearing a long skin tight deep blue body dress. She looked so elegant with her blonde hair tied to the side and piercing blue eyes with a very timid noble makeup over her face. She was not like Nancy who looked like a total knockout stunner, this woman exuded elegance and desire, she was what men chased not what chased men. My mouth must of been hanging open while I stared at her because she smile at me and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Darling, please, I'm not even wearing my best today." Her voice hit me like a wave of sweet chocolate, as I giggled nervously at myself very embarrassed at my actions. She walked past me in very soft delicate movements but quick, she had a garment bag in her hands and laid it on the bed before turning to me looking me up and down.
"My brother sent me saying Mikeal had a guest over who needed a change of clothes, now I admit I had to buy you this as none of my clothes would obviously fit you, but I hope it's to your liking. I'll leave you to it and you can meet us in the dinning room downstairs to your right." She smiled at me again with a little more of a smirk as she looked at me again. I felt more embarrassment as she brought up the fact she had to go out of her way to buy me new clothes because of my size. I bowed my head slightly.
"Thank you, I appreciate it. But I don't think I'll need to change, I'm just going to go home." I spoke quickly to her as I bowed again slightly before heading to the door again.
"Mikeal has specifically asked me to make sure you do get dressed, now Mikeal holds a special piece in my heart and in such either you get dressed and meet us in the dinning room or I'll be forced to get the maids to dress you." Her voice turned stern and it hit me that she was hiding jealousy but didn't see me as a threat because of how I looked. I sighed weighing my options and went to the garment bag as she smiled and left the room closing the door behind her. I opened the bag and rolled my eyes at the dress inside. This was not something you'd buy for someone my size, though it was in my size. It was very long, so long it would easily touch the ground if Mikeal wore it and he was around 6'4, it had puffy arms and covered up the neck almost to my jaw. I put it on and I looked like a mix of Mrs Potts and the head maid of a ghost mansion, you could even see my black underwear through it and my hair got mixed up with the beige hue it had. The fabric was thick not quite velvet but very close, I guess she wanted to make a point here. Sighing I picked up the skirt and went to the door, very carefully trying not to trip and hurt myself, opening the door to show the lighted hall with sunlight shining through an area which looked like the staircase. Heading that way very slowly I made it to the top of the stairs, steeling up all my courage before pulling the skirts up as much as my little hands could and very painfully slowly made it to the bottom of the stairs before entering the dinning room where I could hear soft voices coming from.