Angel sat in the corner, her wrists aching from the heavy metal cuffs. Viktor had deposited her on the bed but she had fought him all the way and eventually he had grown tired of struggling with her and dropped her onto her bottom on the floor. He was currently sitting at the table in the middle of the room, staring rather intently at the papers littered along it.
She frowned before struggling against her restraints once more. She whimpered as the metal scrapped against her skin, catching Viktor's attention. He sighed deeply before glancing back at her, "I can't get anything done with you making so much noise."
She met his eyes, "If you would take these cuffs off me, I assure you that you won't have to worry about getting anything done."
He smirked before turning back around and continuing to riffle through the countless documents before him.
She moved around again and this time couldn't help but cry out in pain.
He suddenly stood and turned toward her. He scowled at her before walking toward the door and slamming it behind him.
She watched him go and sighed, leaning into the wall behind her. What was she supposed to do? She was usually great with coming up with quick ideas in compromising positions but this particular situation proved to be blocking any real thought. She moved her wrist once more but stopped as the same familiar pain brought awareness to her.
She felt utterly stuck and she wasn't very keen on feeling that way at all. The door suddenly burst open and she flinched. Viktor walked back in, slamming the door behind him once more. He took large, loud steps toward her before yanking her up by her arm. She shrieked, the movement causing her wrist to scrub against the cuffs.
He turned her around and began to fumble around with the cuffs. Once he was done he walked away, running a hand through his hair irritably, he sat back down.
"Now, stop making so much noise." He muttered as he began to, once again, shuffle through the papers.
Angel wiggled her wrist and relief travelled through her as she realized that he had loosened the handcuffs. She stood in silence for a long while, watching him with hooded eyes. When boredom hit her she smacked her lips. She was not used to sitting idly in wait. She tapped her feet against the hardwood floor, before sighing deeply.
Viktor stood abruptly, turning to look at her. "Must you be so loud?"
She scowled, "You are not a very gracious host."
"I don't have to be, Angel. As far as I am concerned you are not here until I acknowledge you." He mumbled with a tone filled with authority.
She raised a brow. Who did he think he was talking to? The man had a lot of nerve! She honestly didn't care that he was a prince and nor did his position in line frighten her. The man could have been the king himself and she still couldn't feel intimidated.
"You're an ass, have I told you that?" She said with an even tone.
He smirked slightly, unable to deny that she was amusing. Though he didn't particularly like Angel, he did find her to be extremely amusing. There were not many people brave enough to tell him how they felt and he did, if not anything else, applaud the woman on her ability to speak her mind.
He shook his head before continuing to concentrate on the documents before him. He had planted a spy in his brother's court several months after the first poisoning, his brother Andrei had been killed in the blink of an eye without any rhyme or reason. But Viktor had instantly gone into alert mode. He was the youngest of five brothers. His position as fifth in line for the throne had dissolved into third in the blink of an eye and now, his resolve was all the more adamant. He refused to lose another brother.
Angel watched him for a while before walking toward him, she was silently thinking of a plan. She knew right off that she couldn't possibly get anything done with her wrists bound by handcuffs. She walked up beside him and peered over his shoulder, her eyes landing on the papers in his hand.
"Is that Russian? Good, God, are you Russian?" She asked with genuine surprise. Her mind, if it were visible to the outside world, exploded like a bomb. "Oh my lord...are we sailing to...You're taking me to-," her words completely fell from her tongue at the thought of being so far away from her family. They would never find her! She would be forced to be held captive by this...this barbarian! Her mind began to spin and she leaned a hip against the table for support.
Viktor saw the look on her face and couldn't help but snicker, they were not going to Russia, and he had no intentions of sailing there. But he did find a large amount of humor in her theatrics.
He stood up suddenly catching her completely off guard. She looked up at him with hooded eyes at the realization that she was stuck at his mercy.
"I think it is best that we talk now since you seem to be so very energetic." He mused sarcastically.
She scowled at him. "I do not wish to talk to you but what I would like is for you to remove these handcuffs."
He shook his head, "I did not know I was giving out options and quite frankly, Angel, I do not trust you enough to free your wrists."
She smirked, "Why? You afraid of me?"
He laughed. "You do amuse me, Angel. But you do not put fear in me. I will keep these cuffs on you until I decide that you are worthy of having them removed."
Her eyes widened, "Until you decide that I am worthy? Someone obviously needs to knock you down a notch or two! And I promise you that I'll be that someone!"
He sighed before grabbing her by the arm, dragging her along behind him. She couldn't truly fight his grasp so she allowed him to pull her along. They walked out onto the deck, heading for the dinning courters.
He pulled her into the room and Angel was surprised to find it filled with men sitting around a large table slurping up a poor excuse for dinner. He pushed her into the nearest chair and sat down beside her. The men at the table all stopped eating and stared as if they had never seen a woman before.
She swallowed the lump in her throat suddenly feeling nervous and exposed with so many eyes on her.
She could hear her own heart beating in her chest. Her breathing suddenly sounded as if it were echoing around in her head. He leaned toward her, invading her space entirely.
"What's the matter, Angel? Cat got your tongue?" He teased. He could tell that she was uncomfortable and he could easily tell his men to leave but he did not. He rather liked her this way, quiet and without complaint.
He leaned back in his seat before nodding his head at the cook. The man scooped two spoons full of what was supposed to be beef stew into bowls before sitting them before Viktor and Angel.
Angel frowned, "How am I supposed to eat?" She asked quietly.
Viktor laughed, "I will feed you."
Her head snapped in his direction and her mouth fell open. "Feed me? No! Just take these handcuffs off me and I'll feed myself!"
He shook his head, "We have already had this conversation. If you are hungry, I will feed you. Why does it matter how you eat?"
If her complexion were a bit lighter she would have been red faced. This was utterly degrading. To be surrounded by people with her wrists bound behind her back and feed like an infant was something out of a nightmare.
She frowned, "I'm not hungry! I'd rather starve!"
He tsked before shrugging. He turned in his seat and began to eat spoonful after spoonful, intently filling his stomach.
She closed her eyes willing her stomach to be strong. This was torture. She was hungry but she was also stubborn. She refused to be fed like a child.
After a while Viktor sighed beside her before saying, "Osatv' nas." He had had enough, stalling was not something that he was accustomed to doing.
The men all stood and walked out of the room with quick feet. Angel's eyes shot open and she watched them go, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.
"We must talk." He mumbled.
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