"Isadora"
"Isadora"
"Isadora"
"Isadora!"
Isadora's vision blurred, a dark shadow loomed over her in a shape she could not describe.
She rubbed her eyes to get a better view but nothing was there. Perplexed, she searched for the shadow and the owner of the ghostly voice but nothing could be found, just the trees traveling for miles and miles.
But the sounds of trickling water told her she was not alone.
'Kraven' she thought with a gulp, fixing her eyes on the man who took her freedom. She was devastated by everything that transpired and couldn't fight him off when he threw her over his shoulder and took her away.
He said he'd let her go but didn't keep his word. They never keep their word.
'A man with no truth' she thought angrily, observing as Kraven used the brook water to wash the blood off, leaving behind a trail of crimson mixed with water, tainting, like he did her mind last night with sick words.
She could gamble with her life that most of that blood did not belong to him. The scars, the runic tattoos decorating his golden-brown skin making the blemishes barely visible, but a slash scar starting from his underjaw down to his torso, another at the lower area coming up to form a low X, was very defined and large.
A warrior's mark or a criminal brand? But knowing about his outlaw status, it was the latter.
"Keep staring and you'll give me the wrong idea,"
Isadora's eyes instantly met his unsettling silver eyes. They looked hollow and empty. She'd never seen anyone with such eyes, all the more reason to be cautious around him.
A broad grin stretched on Kraven's lips showing his perfectly white teeth. She'd just awoken like the ghost that plagues the mountains, her skin paler than normal because of the cold and her hair a tangled mess built like a bird's nest.
Kraven chuckled deeply when she tried to crawl away from the boulder he dropped her to sleep. He figured she was trying to run away again.
'How miserable'.
With just a step he was right in front of her causing an intrusion because her face was now close to his intimate area.
Redness spread from Isadora's cheeks to her neck, this man had no shame. He came in front of her with leather pants hanging low on his muscular waist, and an outline she did not wish to mention was right at her gaze.
"You were groaning in your sleep," Kraven said, watching her pale features turn red like a tomato.
Isadora shifted away with a yelp, wishing she could curse him to infinity and the bastard broke in a hard laugh, his head going backward to display his amusement.
She used that option to run, her shoes digging into the dead grass but a dagger stapled into a tree just before her head.
With wide eyes, she turned to an amused Kraven. Any closer he could have taken her head!
"There will be no running, Isadora" he warned.
A cold chill shot up her spine, and his intentions were clear, from one cage to another. The thought of it caused an alarming feeling in her stomach, before she could consider her actions, she'd already grabbed her shoe and flung it right for him.
The shoe missed his head by an inch, earning a chuckle from him. "You've got a good aim, but you missed"
"You're a liar!" She seethed, her breath uneven. "You gave your word!"
"First mistake, trust no one," he lectured.
"I-I do not need your lessons, let me go!"
"No" he replied deeper than usual.
Isadora wanted so badly to slap the smirk off his lips, the bastard had not stopped smiling, he never did and it disgusted her to the core knowing everything about her situation was entertainment to him.
Kraven watched the girl glare daggers at him, if looks could kill he would be six feet under but that was only half the fun.
He was more fascinated, eager to know what made her tick, bend and shatter. He saw a glimpse yesterday, not the pathetic cries she produced after. But the look she had when she turned his sword against him.
A thought crossed him.
"How about this, Isadora?" he began, setting his boot on a boulder and tapping his thigh. "I'll give you freedom"
Hope filled Isadora's eyes instantly but soon crushed by his next words.
"If you play a game with me"
She knew better than playing with this man, everything about him was off the charts. His persona, the way he moved, communicated, and carried himself, he's not normal.
She had not seen any weaving abilities from him yet and all that was displayed was nothing but rare strength, it was terrifying to the core.
"Don't you want your freedom, Isadora? I'm offering you a chance"
She gulped before asking. "W-What game?"
Kraven couldn't help the excitement coursing through him. This was perfect and a lovely opportunity.
"Since you love to flee so much, why don't you do that? Run and I chase" he declared. "Get to the next brook and you're free to go"
Isadora tried to steady her breathing, she thought he'd planned for something worse but ended up being the very thing she could achieve. He's a fool to underestimate her as a weakling.
"You better run as fast as those small legs can carry, Isadora. Because if I catch you there will be no escape. You'll belong to me and be used as I see fit" he promised.
With a sharp intake of breath, she took off her one shoe, slowly, backed away, and not once did he move.
Gathering the material of her dress from the bottom she ran as fast as she could, for there was no moment to spare for she knew her freedom was within arms reach and no longer in the hands of cruel people.