"Don't go head to head with a captor. Don't meet fuel with fire or you'll both go up in flames. Play it smart"
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Yanessa
"Yanessa, moy solnyshko, Yanessa"
The Kraken basically growled my name, rolling each syllables perfectly in that thick Russian accent of his. I felt the vibrations of his voice from my stomach all the way to the tips of my toes. I squeezed my thighs together at the unusual sensation.
This island is doing strange things to me.
"Yanessa. A pretty name for a pretty lady" he repeated.
"Stop doing that, kraken" I muttered, annoyed at his breathy seducing tone.
"Kraven" he corrected. I arched a brow. Huh?. He must've noticed my confusion for he slowly explained, "I am called Kraven, my Yanessa"
'My Yanessa' his ass. I almost rolled my eyes.
Kraven the Kraken, hah, so uncreative. However, I don't give a flying fuck. I don't give a damn about him nor anything about my captor. Yet in times like this, I'd lap any information I could get if that means it can aid me to my escape.
I still didn't lose hope.
"Kraven" I said his name mockingly. He grunted.
Slowly, Kraven the kraken tentatively reached a hand to wipe the splatter of his blood on my mouth. I am still fuming yet this time, I let him.
His touch is icy, cold as corpse but strangely comforting when he cleaned my bloodied lips. The bastard stared at my lips for a beat too long and I cleared my throat to clear the sudden tension.
He moved closer, touch bold when I allowed him to pet my hair, gently combing the dark strands through his inhumane clawed fingers.
No use in fighting him when he can easily overpower me.
I've learned my lesson of using steel against steel and it got me nowhere. No matter how much I scream and shout or beg, no one will come to save me so I need to do it myself.
I've underestimated the severity of my situation but never again. I eyed his tentacles, gliding on the floor. Those soft tentacles of his are enough to cut my mobility within seconds. I can still feel the aftermath taste on my tongue and my stomach uneasily stirred.
One thing I realized is that if I can't fight him physically then perhaps emotionally. His only weakness lies between his legs for he was a man after all. Now, all I need to figure is how to use his gigantic cock against him.
With a full stomach, abated anger and a solved confusion came understanding and logic. I don't want to go mad with denial so I finally accepted this as my reality. In order to flee from my new captor, I need to play it smart.
The advantage of it, though, is that, unlike the abusive senator, the Kraken is far less cruel and I have ample time to think for my next plans.
However, thoughts seemed to float in my mind at the very large distraction waving in front of me.
Don't look down. Don't look down.
I did.
His cock twitched at my scrutiny and the shameless motherfucker thrust his hip upwards, smirking at my flustered face.
I am no stranger to seeing a manhood but tis my first time of actually witnessing one with the abnormal size of a bazuka.
"At least go get grab some pants, Kraven" I muttered, still eyeing his massive dick.
Against me, my mind started formulating the hows if I actually tried to fit it in. It's like forcing an arm inside a wedding ring. I winced at the mental image.
I cannot help to wander if...
Damn it. Shut it.
I inwardly slapped myself for the sudden scandalous thoughts flooding my mind. It is rather low and desperate to lust after a Kraken. The same one who ruined my future and killed hundreds on that ship.
"Is my cock bothering you, malyshka?"
I can feel his amusement through his words. I huffed, partly in annoyance and shame.
Bending down, he brought the strands of my hair near his grecian nose and inhaled. He was too close, stealing the air on my lungs and my breaths came out in rapid pants. I don't want to be attracted to him but his face and physique isn't making it easier.
The universe is cruel to gift a monster such beauty. Perhaps if he is old and wrinkly, with big belly then I wouldn't have to struggle to bottle against such complicated feelings.
"My sweet, sweet solnyshko" he whispered against my ear. My breath hitched when I feel the tip of his tongue lick the shell of my ear. I push him back but he didn't budge.
"Unhand me, Kraven" I warned but my voice is feeble even against my ears. My heart is beating too fast and I hate him for letting me feel such things. How did I come from loathing him with my entire being to suddenly lusting after him?.
I refuse to admit that it is my doing. No. This is all the Kraken's fault. Perhaps it's the adrenaline or the exhaustion. Moreover, I am not responsible of this deranged thoughts. I won't admit it.
He is a beast. I remind myself. As devilishly handsome he is, he is a monster. A murderer.
Just because he didn't started hurting me like the senator, doesn't mean he's not going to. Besides, we were just starting to know each other since my abduction and I won't trust that I'm safe with this creature.
I must remind myself that he is a ticking bomb of danger and if I trigger him enough, I will blow up to pieces. Him shifting and easily restraining me is the proof of how he can simply kill me without so much of an effort.
"Please..." I pleaded, pushing against his chest. He crowded my space, stealing my privacy and I can't think if he's in an intimate range.
He sighed, groaning before pulling away. I avoided eyes contact and cleared my throat.
Remembering his earlier words, I straightened, gaining composure after wolfing down the food he gave me. I cannot remember the last time I've eaten so I cannot be blamed by my behavior. Days?, weeks?. Time is a fickle thing.
I diverted the topic by pretending nothing just happened.
"Now that you know my name, will you let me go?" I asked.
"NEVER." the kraken snarled. He angrily slammed his fists on the table, startling me. I jump in my seat at his sudden outburst. Fury flashed in his golden eyes, telling me that he is offended by my line of questioning.
Right. Why am I even surprised?.
He's a murderer, of course he can be a liar too but he is delusional if he thinks he already owns me. Huffing a breath, I stared down at myself. It is then that I noticed how truly dire the mess I've made.
My shift is drenched with dark blood. My hands are stained with the remnants of the food and coupled with the milk, I look like a toddler. In my haste to fulfill my hunger, I've humiliated myself and my skin heats with embarrassment. I itch to wash my hands that are stained with food crumbs.
"So what now?" I asked instead.
Night is approaching, the dark encasing the both of us, reminding me of our isolation from the rest of the world. I hugged my body, shivering in dread for his answer.
He took my hand in his and I tried not to flinch at his icy touch. Bringing my dirty knuckles to his mouth, he pressed his lips against them, taking me aback with surprise.
It's nothing.
"Now, we go to bed, my wife" he winked. Uh oh