The next day.
Wearily and exerted, Flower elevated her eyelids haggardly. She was meticulously overpowered by fatigue and paleness. Her head still ached slightly, but it was moderate and not too passionate like the first one back when she had assumed that perhaps she was already dead and in hell.
She opened her eyes fully, welcoming reality.
Flower gasped at the charade she was presently percepting.
In front of her, she saw an hand aiming towards her head, almost touching her black hairs and face. From what she was seeing it looked like a man's hand.
'Horatio?!' She thought.
Remembering what the duo had done to her last night, and how they had treated her. Although since she was still alive, it meant that Horatio and Regina had no bad intentions against her. Nevertheless, still they should have been able to also let her understand what was going on with her before she passed out. Flower became furious. And why would Horatio even be attempting to touch her body, no one gave him that right.
Flower clenched the man's hand in midway. Tightly clasping it with her folded fingers emerging it.
"Scoundrel!" She snapped. "You want to take advantage of me because I'm sleeping?!" Flower fired.
Accurately, she assumed a sitting position on the bed with hostility showering her. Flower wasn't planning on taking it easy with him.
She glanced upwards at the man.
"What…!" She stopped her sentence in midway. A little baffled by what she was presently speculating.
Surprisingly, the man opposite herself wasn't Horatio. He didn't even look anything like Horatio or have any similarities to him one bit. Almost everything about him was different from that of Horatio and even Regina too.
Flower stared at the tall masculine figure in daze. Abducting glimpses of his tantalizing physique.
The man in front of her appeared considerably young and charmingly attractive. He was an exceptionally tall man with blonde hairs and a blanched skin which didn't seemed too inappropriate for someone like him. The man was wearing a black hoodie, a black trouser and a black clog on his feet. The man's aura was quite menacing. Radiating and screaming what could only be described as formidable powers.
His emrald coloured eyeballs were staring back into Flower's eyes. Returning the intensive gaze which was fixated on him too by Flower.
Flower's eyes kept complimenting the man's charms and her eyelashes worshipped it obediently. The man's scent occupied her nostrils, filling up the air with a peculiarly beauteous fragrance.
'He smells so nice and he appears quite young and charming too,' Flower thought. 'But why was he trying to touch me? Is he a butler also, like Horatio…? Or… could he have been the Young Master which they had all been talking about? I need to make sure of it.' She concluded inwardly, with that thought she spoke;
"Who are you?!"
Flower delicately lightened her clasp on the man's wrist. Gradually letting go of his hand and withdrawing her own hand downwards.
She perpetuate a stare unwaveringly. Awaiting a reply.
Shortly after asking a question. Flower threw another one, "Are you Young Master?!"
The man's demeanor was collective, with an expressionless facial posture. He stared at the young lady. Since Flower had already let go of his wrist, it fell backwards.
He cleared his throat intimidatingly.
"You can call me Anthony," Anthony uttered. "I'm glad to see that you're doing exceptionally fine after being so brutally impaired back in the wilderness."
Then he continued, "I'm not here to take advantage of you. Your hairs were hovering over your face, thus, I was attempting to adjust it on your behalf or else you wouldn't have been able to breath freely. Although I find you especially tempting, still yet, I would never attempt such a thing. Horatio told me yesterday that you had regained consciousness. He said you wanted to discuss somethings with me. So we could just assume that as the reasons I'm here," Anthony stated firmly.
Flower harkened to Anthony's words diligently. To her the man didn't really looked too bittersome of a person. He seemed willing to have a conversation with her. A person like that was what she had been searching for all this while, unlike Regina and Horatio.
'Finally someone is willing to talk to me. This is my chance, I should rapidly make use of it.'
She fugitive from the bed which she was situated upon. Flower stood upright, laying her barefeet on the floor, barely reaching Anthony's shoulders. It wasn't her who was short, rather, Anthony was the tall one apparently. Therefore no one could blame Flower for only reaching his shoulders.
Snapping her nose out of the dazzling smell of Anthony's delightful masculine body scent.
Flower faced him, ignoring his charms.
"Anthony. It's true that I want to talk to you," Flower said. "Did you happen to come across any other bodies in the wilderness apart from mine? A lady and a man to be specific. We were all involved in the accident together that day."
Anthony on the contrary didn't need to give it a thought before reciprocating a reply. "Yes I did, I buried them," he said genuinely.
Flower gulped down abundant spit. Leaving her throat deprived of slimes and watery substance.
She panted, her heartbeat accelerated painfully. Flower head was still hoping on deciphering what she was hearing as her body trembled. She was completely broken emotionally, mentally and physically. Not knowing exactly what to feel next.
Out of her heartbroken comportment, Flower managed to form another question with profound curiosity.
"Did you even try to save them or take them to the hospital before doing so?" She questioned, a little bit angrily.
Anthony smirked, "Why should I have done so? I can only do as I please, now can't I?" He stated, seeming as though he was ridiculing Flower's helplessness, although his original expression didn't switch to a funny one. This made it hard to tell if truly he was mocking Flower.
Flower couldn't help but start to manipulate gruesome hatred towards the shameless man. How could he even utter such a despicable words out of his mouth like so?
Flower frowned, knowing that Anthony has a point. It was up to him if he was willing to save her colleagues, thus he could act as he pleases. She panted in anger.
"Then why did you save me, uh?" Flower asked in annoyance. "You should have left me there and allow me to die with my cursed fate. At least I would have known that I had died with the people I loved the most."
Anthony exhaled.
"I saved you simply because you're beautiful, and I want you to be my woman. That's the reason I saved you," he said shamelessly.
No hint of lies could be derived from his tone of utterance. His words were pervaded with honesty and genuineness.
"You shameless and despicable man. How could you simply say such an awful thing with a straight face? You must think of me as cheap ludo board that you can just play with? Hmph! Such perverted fool!" She stated furiously. "If you don't know. I already have a fiancé!"
Anthony scoffed, "I don't really think that of you, and I don't care if you're engaged or whatever," he said with a slight mocking chuckle.
Then boom!
Unexpectedly, Anthony moved rapidly closer to Flower. Closing the distance within them.
He layed his lips on the girl's lips. Devouring it intensely and passionately.
'What the hell…?!'
Flower thought. Defensively, she struggled to free herself from Anthony's clutches, since his hand was securely wrapped around her waist, while his second hand was firmly holding the back of Flower's head. Flower wiggled her head continuously like a dog wiggling its fur after being infiltrated with water.
She was completely reluctant. This was entirely unexpected, disrespectful and impolite. Flower wasn't going to let Anthony treat her like garbage, not at all!
'Thud!'
Lifting her knee upward with acceleration. Flower delivered an hard kick on his groins with all the might she could muster.
Anthony immediately pulled away from Flower. Acknowledging the pain of the profoundly attempted kick. Quite surprised that Flower could deliver such powersome kick.
Even so, he didn't seemed pained by the kick, nor did he appeared infuriated. Instead a slight sinister smirk was present on his lips.
Flower promptly drifted further away from Anthony. Excessively spitting and cleaning her lips with the sleeve of her dress as though trying to get the taste of his unwelcomed lips away from her own lips. She did this continuously.
Anthony watched her accurately. Afterwards he attempted to speak;
"From today onwards! I hereby declare you as my property. You're my woman and I own you, you will only stay by my side," Anthony commanded. "You're not permitted to leave, unless I say so!"
Anthony stated all this authoritatively. He wasn't sounding polite in any ways, he was rather commanding than requesting. Knowing fully that he will surely get what he wants and that he must surely be obeyed.
"Who exactly do you think you are? You think you can just have your way with me basically because you saved my life," Flower bellowed. "If you think that, then you're mistaken. That would never happen, do you hear?!"
Anthony rolled his eyes, he grunted. "Playing hard to get, uh," he frowned, and with his gruff vocal, he uttered;
"I see…"
Everything fell silent. The atmosphere in the room grew tensed that makes it quite terrifying, even the sound of a pin drop can be heard.
"Flower Olivia Thompson!" He stated. This led Flower into wondering how he knew her full name. However, she then reasoned that she had told Regina about her real name earlier. Even so, it didn't explain how Anthony knew her middle name. She could briefly detect that she hadn't mentioned her middle name to Regina back then when she had asked about it. Only her first name and last name was what she had informed Regina about.
'Is he a wizard or something? Do they even exist? I thought they only existed in fairytale and folklores. What is he and what could he really want from me?'
Mustering all the determination she could contain. Flower calmed down a bit, "What are you?!" She glared at him menacingly.
"You really want to know?" Anthony questioned.
Flower stares continued penetrating his emrald coloured eyeballs.
As soon as Anthony stated that. He scowled his face, then his eyes began to glow red all through.
'Oh no… I'm absolutely doomed!'
Flower shivered tenderly in fear. Her heart palpitated and became heavy. She widened her eyes rampaciously. Then slowly but surely, she began to move backwards in dread.
Her once blabbering mouth which seemed to always wants to continually communicate and demand, had halted its actions. Flower was currently maintaining absolute silent.
He looked away from Anthony, then towards him again. Gathering every inch of strength and courage in her mind down to her mouth, she attempted a word;
"What…what exactly are you?" Flower demanded fearfully, slowly panting in awe and staring at the piercing red glowing eyes. Shortly after, she fired some words, "You! I'm… I'm not afraid of you! What are you and why exactly do you want me?!"
With an extremely deep voice which was capable of making a toddler cry in dread. Anthony smirked demonically, "I'm a werewolf. And I want you."
"Sorry I forgot to mention it at the beginning of this conversation. And as a matter of fact I don't like the feeling of being rejected and deprived of what I want you see…"
Anthony stated, however, he wasn't done yet. Thus, he resumed, "What I want you to understand is that, you will remain here until you're willing to be mine and serve me. I'm a very patient person I hope you know, I don't see any problem in giving you time to decipher everything that you've heard today. Hopefully, you will be smart enough to make the right decision."
"You want money? Fine! I can assure you that you will never lack any throughout your lifetime. You want luxurious mansions? Fine! I can grant you the whole earth if you want, all you have to do is just be mine!"
With every word he uttered. He kept drifting closer to girl with malicious facial expression. While Flower on the opposite side was moving backwards just like before.
"Are you satisfied?!" Anthony bellowed.