I ask when I locate my voice. It sounds foreign to my own ears and I instantly loathe it.
He smiles, slow and controlled. "You'll know soon enough." He pauses and then adds, "Kiera."
I cock my head to the side, processing his words. "That...is my name."
He blinks. I take this as confirmation.
I sit silently for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and emotions. One emotion unexpectedly assaults me: embarrassment. I feel extremely self-conscious of the fact that I am wearing nothing but a thin coat of clear slime. I am basically naked.
I cross my legs and fold my arms across my chest. Raising my chin to counteract my humiliation I ask bluntly, "Do you intend to leave me naked forever?"
The controlled smile once again makes an appearance. "It is not for me to decide."
I frown. This does not answer my question and he knows it. He sighs and uncurls from his position on the chair. He leans forward on his elbows and stares at me. I feel my face heat up against my will. I glare defiantly back, refusing to give him a moment of satisfaction.
In the end, the fact that I am butt naked gives him leverage over anything I may throw back at him. One point for him. Zero for me. No, make that negative one.
The air above his head pings suddenly and he looks up toward the source. "Finally," he breathes and springs into action.
Grabbing my arm, he hauls me to my feet. I stumble, not quite used to these new legs. He doesn't stop. My arm burns as he twists the skin roughly. I wince, face contorting. From some distant place in my mind I find the words that describe him: fucking bastard.
He glances down at me and a devilish smirk envelops his face. "Nice choice of words. Though I've been called much, much worse."
He smiles, slow and controlled. "You'll know soon enough." He pauses and then adds, "Kiera."
I cock my head to the side, processing his words. "That...is my name."
He blinks. I take this as confirmation.
I sit silently for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and emotions. One emotion unexpectedly assaults me: embarrassment. I feel extremely self-conscious of the fact that I am wearing nothing but a thin coat of clear slime. I am basically naked.
I cross my legs and fold my arms across my chest. Raising my chin to counteract my humiliation I ask bluntly, "Do you intend to leave me naked forever?"
The controlled smile once again makes an appearance. "It is not for me to decide."
I frown. This does not answer my question and he knows it. He sighs and uncurls from his position on the chair. He leans forward on his elbows and stares at me. I feel my face heat up against my will. I glare defiantly back, refusing to give him a moment of satisfaction.
In the end, the fact that I am butt naked gives him leverage over anything I may throw back at him. One point for him. Zero for me. No, make that negative one.
The air above his head pings suddenly and he looks up toward the source. "Finally," he breathes and springs into action.
Grabbing my arm, he hauls me to my feet. I stumble, not quite used to these new legs. He doesn't stop. My arm burns as he twists the skin roughly. I wince, face contorting. From some distant place in my mind I find the words that describe him: fucking bastard.
He glances down at me and a devilish smirk envelops his face. "Nice choice of words. Though I've been called much, much worse."
