His Only Captive - (Far Cry Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen - Painkiller

Katerina felt sick. The thick humid air that surrounded her, clung to her skin like wet clothes, and made her body heavy. The air was no longer as indulgent as a hot bath, but clammy and suffocating. It wasn't even sunny, it was just warm – the annoying kind of warm. A horrid heat that is so annoying and useless, that you just wish that it was cold as that somehow would be much, much better. To make it worse, her stomach churned and twisted, painfully scrunching the muscles in her gut, and the blood that was oozing from her wounds made her gag, and made her head tremble from dizziness. She hated having nose bleeds – she was thankful that it was rare for her to have one. Experiencing one gave her a deadly urge to vomit - it made her sick. She hated it. Another thing she could hardly tolerate: waiting, she hated waiting like this. Why did she always have to wait on her own? Why couldn't he just take her with him? Where did Vaas go, anyway?

Her eyes scanned over to the dead body that was swamped in the rigid dry grass. He got what he deserved, she thought bitterly, lowing the blood-stained top from her nose and scowling angrily at the bulky body. Fuckin' asshole. Pig! I'm happy that Vaas disposed of you. I wish I'd done it. Am I just a pathetic coward now? I should have killed you myself. I wish I had.

Katerina sighed, keeping the shirt away from her face, and glared up into the sky. She studied the birds that flew freely above her, soaring from tree to tree. How great it must be to be that free. Having the will to go where ever you wanted, when you wanted. No one would say otherwise. I will never have that again will I? Katerina mused to herself as she continued to gaze at the gliding birds in the sky, will I ever be that free?

"What the fuck are you doing?" a familiar voice snapped. Katerina quickly snapped her head down, a small grin stretching at the corner of her bloody mouth - it was Vaas. Who else would it have been? Katerina couldn't tell if her saviour was addressing her in a humorous tone or a hoarse, irritated one. Sometimes there was never a difference in his tone of voice. "Put that back on your nose!" he barked, sauntering over to her, scratching at the side of his nose and scanning behind him as he got closer, "do you want to fuckin' bleed to death? And keep your head down!"

Katerina couldn't help but chuckle as she placed the shirt back to her nose. That's bit dramatic Vaas, she thought as she continued to grin to herself. As Vaas walked over to Katerina he had hauled another top over his head – probably quickly darted back up to his room to fetch one. He didn't have nothing else with him. Did he really only go away to change into something? What if she had bled to death?

His hand reached out to touch her. She gasped once he seized her arm and dragged her behind him. He wasn't being as rough and abrupt as he normally did, but still his movements were sharp. Did he forget that she had just been smashed multiply of times in the face?

He quickly led her back out of the twisted vines and the archway of crates, and led her up a path, staying away from open areas and keeping close to the hidden routes beside the wild bushes and subsiding shacks made of metal and wood. They reached a small shack – it was hidden away from all the others and was secluded on its own. Katerina actually felt nervous, and shuffled on her feet as she waited for Vaas to unlock the metal door that was lazily painted in black paint that was grimy and was peeling away.

Inside was a table and desk, littered with numerous papers and pens. There was also an ashtray on the table and surrounding it was grey ash that had gushed onto the table but also fluttered to the floor. The chair beside it was a blue armchair that was cushioned but withered and frayed. There was other things in here too, like metal drawers, a pile of books and a lush green plant in the corner – Katerina was surprised to that.

"Welcome to my office!" Vaas sang, waving his hand and guiding Katerina inside with his arm wrapped around her, "it's one of my shitter ones I must admit. Needs remodelling, you know? Hate being in here, but… it's quiet and no one comes here to disturb me that much so it's passable." His tone was again gleeful. Katerina could relax again now.