Century #26
Prompt: Compressed
Words: 301
It starts with, "You absolute bastard."
He grins at her with white teeth and no shame whatsoever and she glares with all the venom she can muster, which isn't exactly much when she's upside down and being carried across the dark lawn. His eyes aren't malevolent but his smile is and her hair drags in the dirt, picking up leaves.
Later it's still, "You absolute bastard."
But this time it's over a table covered with cards and cash, she's half-naked and he's fully dressed and enjoying himself far too much. He's got a dark suit on, the room is black except for the red light over the table, and he stares at her with something much more than lust. She doesn't blush, but instead downs another bottle of Firewhiskey and demands he shake out his sleeves. He does so, completely sober and humoring her.
It ends with, "You absolute bastard."
Because she can't seem to say anything else and he's still smiling, holding open the door to destruction and bright sunlight for the first time in so long. She's safe; her hair is longer and contrasts more against her skin that is now too pale. The concrete walls of the place barely peek up from the ground, and she can understand how he managed to conceal her so long, even why. His eyes are trained on her, his smile a bit too bright, and he bows with an elaborate flourish at the blue sky. She curtsies back on a whim, and he laughs like his chest is seizing, then reaches out and kisses her quickly before she can say no.
She does anyway, once he's done, and he laughs again before handing over her wand and telling her she's free to go home though her house was long ago burnt down.
Words: 301
It starts with, "You absolute bastard."
He grins at her with white teeth and no shame whatsoever and she glares with all the venom she can muster, which isn't exactly much when she's upside down and being carried across the dark lawn. His eyes aren't malevolent but his smile is and her hair drags in the dirt, picking up leaves.
Later it's still, "You absolute bastard."
But this time it's over a table covered with cards and cash, she's half-naked and he's fully dressed and enjoying himself far too much. He's got a dark suit on, the room is black except for the red light over the table, and he stares at her with something much more than lust. She doesn't blush, but instead downs another bottle of Firewhiskey and demands he shake out his sleeves. He does so, completely sober and humoring her.
It ends with, "You absolute bastard."
Because she can't seem to say anything else and he's still smiling, holding open the door to destruction and bright sunlight for the first time in so long. She's safe; her hair is longer and contrasts more against her skin that is now too pale. The concrete walls of the place barely peek up from the ground, and she can understand how he managed to conceal her so long, even why. His eyes are trained on her, his smile a bit too bright, and he bows with an elaborate flourish at the blue sky. She curtsies back on a whim, and he laughs like his chest is seizing, then reaches out and kisses her quickly before she can say no.
She does anyway, once he's done, and he laughs again before handing over her wand and telling her she's free to go home though her house was long ago burnt down.