EMMA'S POV:
Her one hand entangled in his silky slate brown hair while the other was tying knot of his glasses. My flesh, burning slightly as if I suddenly encountered the fire. I was not sure why I felt like this.
"You are done, Sir!" said Sara with a long curve around her lips as if she succeeded the most challenging knot and swiftly bited her lower lip. She indeed have provocative intentions for him.
In the spur of the moment, I rolled my eyes away from Sara when I caught Aston's eyes on me. The reality hitted right back in my guts. Where are we even, encaged in a mysterious warehouse? I no longer had the nerve to solve more puzzles in my head.
I paced above the earth hardly, when I could feel the heat and anger inside me rising and roaring for answers whereas his eyes were locked into mine, straightened brows, lips at rest, his usual expressions. I halted when I was about to bump into Aston.
"Where are we.. this early in the morning and why are we surrounded by guns?" I shouted within the minimal distance between us.
In an instant, I heard a chuckle. It was no other than mischievous Sara's voice. I decided not to move a muscle because I would probably snatch her perfectly styled long blonde hair if I see her.
In a trice, Aston gave a stare to Sara. I perceived his stare cold and harsh, which could direct one to abash out.
"I'll be outside, Sir!" said Sara. Huh, she certainly felt shame! Our bodies were frozed, but only Aston's icy stare followed Sara. Little by little, she trod clattering her heels, the only sound in the whole warehouse, clicked the button to open doors and made her way out. I felt the need to sigh out of relief. Aston glanced back at me, the sigh intended out stucked inside my ribcage, the hush was spine-tingling but soon calmed the air around us.
"Relax!" said Aston and turned back towards the glass cabinet which was just beside the entrance doors. The white glass cabinet had several sections, stored with several items like scissors, bottle of oils, gloves.. bullet-s-s. I slightly felt terror. No, I'm really not up for this. He held grey tactical gloves and came towards me.
"Wear them!" Aston instructed, unwavering. His aura was cold, not the Aston I was familiar with. I couldn't bring my words out as no and wore the gloves. He slowly paced right, towards the steel wall, having double steel doors at one corner. It was a huge wall, adjacent to the entrance doors, God knows what's inside. I followed his steps.
The doors opened as Aston scanned his thumb over scanner. I felt heebie-jeebies, curiosity had best of me. It was white, neat and tidy concrete corridor but as I stepped in, I comprehended the whole picture. An indoor shooting range with three sections of shooting lanes.
Aston kept on walking until he reached the middle lane and faced me. He was waiting for me to come, broadly staring at me. I withdraw the weight of entrapped fear within my body as I slowly went to him. He made a spot for me and stood behind me. I could see three, 3D human-shaped mannequins, percievingly made of foam rubber, standing approximately 50 feet ahead. I gulped.
Suddenly, I felt something covering my ears, it gave me erect goosebumbs, I turned around.
"They are soundproof headphones, but you can hear me! Right?" said Aston.
"Uh-huh, Yeah. You are wearing one too!"
"So I could talk to you in between.." said Aston and broke his words.
"It is embedded with internal microphone"
I raised my brows but felt them unnecessary to wear.
"See" said Aston while pointing towards the human-shaped mannequins, I looked back at them. I felt his right hand cuped below my elbow.
"The left and right mannequin is ours and the middle one is only yours!" said Aston calmly and slowly traced his warm hand further when his eblows entangled with mine giving rise to tickles. I held my breath tight inside my throat and then gradually breathed out.
"What do you mean by ours and only mine?" I said high-pitched and straightened myself, that let him lose his grip. I looked at unliven dummys infront of me and felt pity for they would be pinched with arrows soon.
Bit by bit, his warm touch grasped my right hand from back and sustained above infront of me, whereas his other hand brought a pistol and collided my feeble hand with it.
"What? No? Aston.. sto-o"
"Shushh" Aston said while his fiery breath stroke behind my neck, so I had to tilt my head slightly with pleasure but didn't utter.
"You need to aim right in your archery, so we will start with professional level." said Aston and held my other hand, gradually caressing it in circles with his thumb, I felt tingly all over and then he positioned it over the opposite side of pistol. His both hands prior, pressed like a sultry woolen cloth over mine.
Aside being aroused, I realized I clasped a gun, a fucking gun, violence, war, distress. I abrubtly became breathless as I never in my life thought of carrying a gun.
He left his grip over my hands, came beside me and placed his left hand over my chest.
I was taken aback, completely stunned, eyes bulged and couldn't breathe. The noise broke and made surrounding void.
"Slowly.." Aston said in a still.
"Breath In" said Aston and I obliged timely.
"Breath Out"
I exhaled deeply.
"The velocity of your heartbeat is faster than my car speed" said Aston. I couldn't control but laugh at his words in this terror. He went behind me.
"We will start with ours" said Aston. I was not certain of his words but he surely meant mannequins.
"Um-m, left or right?"
"Left mannequin! As you are a lefty. " said Aston, I frowned with a question mark written over my face.
He gently nudge into me from back, taking the chill off my body, the rush of heat wrapped me. He held my hands and positioned my index finger over the trigger.
"Left hand, because whenever you protest being locked with my touch, you endeavour it with more force than your right hand, so it is your dominant hand" Aston said. Spooked by his words and impressed by the details he noticed. I had no idea, he payed heed to such tiny things.
"And.." I said when I felt out of words.
"Your eyes, those sparkling hazelnuts, when you scrunch them, which one would you prefer seeing more precisely?" Aston said.
My heart rate kept on rising, every of his word striked my head. The urge to grab him rose high, I bited my lower lip harshly and followed his instructions.
"Right.t.." I said while losing my breath.
"Which place do you want to aim on the manequin?" said Aston.
"Right in between"
"Exactly, it's soul, the main target should be to get right in between and suck out of its soul!" said Aston.
I inhaled deeply, his words were becoming more and more hard to take in. I was losing the strength to hold the pistol.
"Press -- the -- trigger" said Aston.