Thunder and Lightning

Part 6

“Thank you,” the girl’s clear voice chimed. “You may leave us.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, but she hardly seemed a threat. She was so scared of me she’d had me restrained. I tried to look relaxed, but that was bloody hard, chained naked to a bed. I had a pillow. Maybe I could smother her with it…

“Comfortable?” she enquired, her eyebrows arched. I hadn’t heard the clicking of heels, so her silent approach startled me.

“Blow me,” I replied.

Delicately, she laughed. The bed shifted slightly and I wished I could lift my head better to see what she was doing. Warm tongue, cool lips, wet teeth…

“FUCK! No!” I swore.

She pulled back and laughed again. I tingled from the touch, wanting to ask her to continue but not trusting her to leave me intact.

“What do you want then?” Her voice was serious. The bed shifted as she stood over me, her face no longer laughing.

Fuck it. What’ll she do – kill me?

“I want to be free. For all of my people to be free again, like before the flood came. I want to know my sisters will be safe to live their lives without fearing rape from one of the Bitch’s guards at any time the urge takes him. I want you and the other fucking sirens to fuck off home to the water where you belong!”

“The Bitch?” Her eyes danced with laughter.

“Yeah, Madam Bitch and all the little bitches like you,” I spat.

“Ah, Cantrella and the little Atlantic girls,” she said softly. “Not like me, but I see why you might not make the distinction.”

“Sirens are all the same,” I said, staring at her.

She gave a delicately breathy snort and smiled. “We are as different as your people, but again I will forgive your ignorance. Tell me why you would only have us return to the water. Do you not wish to kill us all?”

I glared back. “If you don’t go back, we will.”

Her fingers were cool as they lightly caressed the chain at my wrist. “I don’t see how you’ll manage that, chained as you are.”

Closer, closer…I closed my fingers in a vice over her wrist, grinding the slight bones in my grip. “Until the day we die, we will all fight for our freedom. To the very last.” I released her.

She nodded once. “A fighter in spirit as well as in strength.” A smile touched her lips. She vanished from view and I heard the sound of soft feet on stone.

The door creaked open.

“My lady Diana?” The male voice which spoke was unfamiliar.

“He is not yet strong enough to please me. Have him train with the guards and ensure he is not stinted on rations.” Her voice was stern.

“He seems strong enough. Has he threatened you, my lady, that you permit him to live after his night with you?”

The slap of skin on stone. It sounded like she’d stamped her foot. I fought not to smile. “Do you see blood on the sheets? He lacks the strength to do as I ask. Do something about it, Captain, or you will follow the fate of Ike, your predecessor. I want this one and no other!”

Little virgin Diana. A very strange girl, I thought. I waited to be unchained so I could get some clothes on again. I ignored the sniggers about impotence. I knew otherwise, thinking of her lips on me.