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Ruben watched as she walked to the end of the plank. It didn't seem she had any qualms at first, but then she'd said no. He and some of the other crew mates pointed their swords. "Well, that's all nice and lovely, dearie; but I'm not giving you an option." He told her, raising an eyebrow. He stepped onto the first stair of the plank, his sword almost touching her neck. "Are you going to go, or do I have to stick ye?" He asked, and the crew howled in laughter.
Yvette nodded. "Thank you." She told him, sipping her water. She wondered when she'd become such a lightweight. "Do you have to wait for everyone to leave?" She asked. She wanted to stay with him, but she also couldn't wait to get home and fall asleep. She felt like the smallest step would trip her, and she didn't want to appear too drunk or too clumsy to him. She was suddenly very thankful she hadn't driven to the club; that would have been a mess.
Ruben soon returned, a trick up his sleeve. He opened the cage and pulled her out, the crew surrounding. "All right, lass. You wanted to die so badly before, come on." He pulled her to the plank, a grin on his face. The crew began chanting, "Jump! Jump! Jump!" Ruben pushed her toward the plank and stood behind her. What she didn't know was that, out of site, there was net beneath the plank. But he wouldn't tell her that. "If you want out so badly, dear, than all you have to do is jump." He smirked at her.
Yvette couldn't figure out what had happened-- when did she stop dancing? What was going on? She felt very confused, and shook her head a bit to shake off the drowsiness, as well as to clear her head. "I think that's a good idea," She agreed, holding her head. She couldn't figure out what happened, but at this point, she figured she'd done something to embarrass herself. She followed him, rubbing her temples as she tried to clear her head.
Yvette gasped when he began kissing her neck, and let her head lull back as he did so. Then he did something else; it felt sharp, but absolutely exhilarating. She took a sharp breathe, not realizing she had been holding it until he pulled away. And then she really wished he hadn't. She felt fairly woozy, and now his eyes were burning through hers, and she couldn't look away. She didn't know if she was still dancing, or if she was completely still. All she really knew at that moment was that she wanted him.
He caught her wrist when she went to slap him, and at that point, he backhanded her, throwing her to the ground. "You useless wench!" He bellowed. He shoved her back into the cage and growled angrily. "If you think you want to die now, just you wait! You will know Hell." He growled at her. He left to set one of his ideas into motion. He'd teach this girl something about manners!
When the tune changed, Yvette bit back her umpteenth blush of the evening. She hadn't expected that one! She stayed close to Jackson, now feeling fairly swallowed by his size. She was a fairly good dancer, as she'd taken lessons when she was a teen, before she'd become more of a shut-in. She felt fairly proud of herself, and hoped it wasn't just the booze telling her she was a good dancer. The way he was looking at her felt so intense, and she wondered if she really was impressing him or if she was getting on his nerves. I don't think he'd still be here if I was annoying him... She told herself. So she simply stuck with the positive, and continued dancing.
He leaned down to face her, a dark look on his face. "What I tell y about sassin' me, miss?" He glowered. He opened the cage, and pulled her out. He tossed her a bucket and a rag. "Wash up yer back. It's been bleeding again. The lads and I are still thinkin' 'bout what to do with ya." He told her, and he got on one knee and he leaned close to her again. "Trust me. Yer attitude may be wait lies between us killin' ya, and you living." He told her. He stood back up and leaned to the post, just watching her. He had some ideas in mind, but nothing he'd tell her about just get.
I would, but it already looks pretty far in. Thanks, though :)
So are we not doing these anymore?
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