No, not anger. Anger might have been Lexa mindlessly beating a mug and her hand up. This, this was pure, deliberate yet mad aggression. Rage.
"You bitch," he breathed, the hands that had clutched his stomach forming into fists. "You'll pay for this."
Clarke's tongue seemed to be tied, her body frozen. Finn approached her slowly this time, and the cane Clarke still held in front of herself like a sword was ripped roughly from her.
She stumbled forward with the power of Finn's arms tearing her only defense away. There she was, she somehow managed to make one clear thought, stuck in a locked room with a man twice her size that had gone crazy. A man with thrice the amount of muscle trying to kill her.
Her hand automatically reached for the next thing it could find and just as Finn's fist aimed for her face, a vase shattered into a million pieces right against his cheek. Clarke wanted to kick him, but her legs that already had a hard time keeping her upright protested. So she used the moment to regain the advantage of her cane and without thought, she swung it right to hit his head.
When he was still standing, Clarke took another chance at his groin and when the cane hit him between the legs in full swing, Finn eventually dropped to his knees.
Clarke barely had time for the terrible feeling of guilt spreading through her before she took a deep breath and, with closed eyes so she didn't have to see it, she rammed the stick into his stomach once again. This time, a sickening and somehow slightly satisfying crunching sound came right from his ribcage and he was down for good. A pained cry echoed through the room.
"Well, who can't stand up now?" Clarke asked, ignoring the trembling of her hands still clinging to the cane. "Fuck you," her lips dropped in addition and whatever it was currently controlling Clarke's body, it had Clarke almost fainting. "I'm neither your goddamn toy nor your fucking financial backup."
A psychotic laugh spread over Finn's pained face. "You're funny. Who told you shit like that? You know what women are for?" he asked and looked up. His fingers wrapped around her ankle in an icy grip as he tried to hoist himself up. "When the second world began, men did this all. They built the towns and cities and streets. Women survived for them to be fucked, Clarke, not one would have thought as naive as you are doing it right now. That's your nature, that's what you need. Sure, now there are guards and a system but a couple years ago before the coalition? War, Clarke. War, danger, death. And you know who kept us alive? Men," he grit out. He looked like he could've passed out any second. "Women need a man to protect them. That's all women really consist of. The desperation for a man, beyond those ridiculous complaints. That's how human race was meant to be! I offered you to come back to Jaha nicely. If almost murdering me is your response, then you'll fucking feel the aftermath!"
Clarke looked down on Finn and slowly, she dug her cane into the area of his ribs that had probably broken. He released his hand around her leg instantly and clutched his stomach with another scream of pain. "I feel sorry for you, Finn," Clarke managed.
"You're a fucking slut. No one will ever want you! I myself took care that you wouldn't turn out as the pretty woman you might have been. Me. Because that's how you're supposed to look, and if you leave me here now, you will never find anyone! You have a better chance to get satisfied with proper men that are so generous to pay for a thing like you!"
Clarke swallowed. She forced herself to look Finn right into the eye. "Men like you are the reason the world isn't as peaceful as it could be. You have a sick mind. The first Heda and all after her have been women. The first Heda was the one who built the world back up with the help of a mixed group of people. The one who stopped the war and created a protection for everyone is the current Heda. A single female protecting the whole world at once. The last war against Azgeda had a nearly 50/50 quote of male and female soldiers, I read about it just last hour. God. Get educated before you embarrass yourself like that."
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FanfictionA bedslave as a present from Titus is the last way Lexa expects the day to end. A thin, weightless girl that is littered with bruises and cuts, brainwashed to serve. Lexa, as the Heda, doesn't really have the best relationships to people and thus, d...
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