His mouth stretched into a grin, and he chuckled – his deep callous cackle vibrating in the air, “you really are different, aren’t you?” He seized her by the arms and shook her, in retaliation she clutched onto his arms and gasped to his touch. “It’s funny! First, you quarrel with me on the way up here, then you escape, then you point a fucking gun at me, which… I am still relatively fucking pissed at!” His tone of voice suddenly changed to being angry and threatening to a one that bounced with laughter and jest; he continued, still grinning as he spoke “and now, you’re telling me that you killed someone. It’s funny that a part of me believes you! For your sake, let’s hope your just joking Chica.”
“I’m afraid I’m not.”
He laughed, his eyes studying her face. But her expression did not change, it remained guarded, filled with ire, resentment and grief. The corners of his mouth slowly fell as he continued to examine her – his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening. His face fell dark and cold, as if a blanket of vice and animosity had wrapped itself around him, leaving a horrid expression on his pitiless face. He scowled, crinkling his nose in irritation. His head darted closer to her, his agitated breath hitting Katerina on her skin, “so!” he snapped, anger growing in his deep, solemn voice, “if I go outside, your telling me I’ll find a fucking body? That you are responsible for? That’s fucking crazy! I mean, why would you do that? Kill someone, without remorse? That’s fucking corrupt Chica! Don’t you think?”
“Isn’t that what you do?” she teased, her voice low and direct. Her expression hadn’t changed. She remained still as cold water, and blank as white paper.
With a snarl, Vaas’ hand suddenly seized Katerina’s neck – his fingers coiling around her flesh. She gasped, clutching onto his fingers with her trembling hands, in a futile attempt to pry them away from her skin. He laughed, shoving her abruptly to the wall, pressing his torso against her chest and her exposed stomach – his grip slowly tightening around her neck. She choked, gasping for air, and her grip loosened, and her hand slowly fell. “Remember your fucking place!” he snapped, shaking her as he spoke, “remember I could break you as easily as a fucking tooth pick Chica! So watch what you fucking say!”
“Please…” she choked - her eyes rolling to her skull, and the colour fading from her face.
With a grin he dropped her, as harshly as he seized her, and she collapsed to the floor, crashing onto the wooden surface with a harsh thud. She coughed breathlessly, clutching on her reddened, raw neck, rubbing it delicately with the tips of her fingers.
“I’m going to check outside,” he declared, with a minor cadence to his voice. She didn’t glance up to look at him; still coughing and stroking her burning neck as she glared at the floor. Her head only lifted when she heard the startling smash of the metal door, and when she glanced up he was gone. I better prepare myself for a liable vicious explosion, she thought to herself, shuddering in pain as she slowly sat herself up – her cut feet too tender for her to stand
Finally, after what felt like hours to Katerina, the red metal door was pushed open. Katerina braced herself, clenching her teeth together and freezing her body to stone.
Vaas stood in the door, arching his back and resting his right hand on his knee – his head lowered, glaring at floor, not yet looking up at Katerina. His back quaked, and, to Katerina’s surprise, laughter echoed from his lips. Katerina glared at him, puzzled and astounded, with her lips slightly parted; her body was still tense but her shoulders dropped and she relaxed a little. She opened her mouth to speak, but she ceased her breath, and barred her lips together – sitting in silence and glaring in wonder, at the man who stood laughing like a child in the doorway.
He finally straightened his back, his eyes nearly swelling with tears. He glanced at Katerina, who was still greatly confused and raised an eyebrow at him subconsciously.
“Did you see him?” he howled, his voice bouncing with laughter, as he pointed outside, “you stabbed him in the fucking neck! In the neck! You! A woman! He’s…” he broke into more laughter, slamming the door behind him and capering over to her, “fuck Chica, you killed him! But you didn’t just kill him, you knifed the little fucker in the neck! I’m surprised! Wow! Like, wow!”
How was this funny? How on earth, did he find this at all funny?
Katerina shook her head, watching in bewilderment, as her chaotic capturer controlled his laughter, snapping a tear from his cheek, whilst muttering to himself, “that’s fucking crazy!”
“Seriously now,” he snapped, his tone more harsh, shaking his head and shoulders whilst sauntering over to Katerina. He chuckled and snatched Katerina by her arm, she yelped as he hauled her up. Her knees wobbled as she staggered on her gashed feet. “What shall I do with you?” he teased, taking a strand of her hair and curling it around his thumb, “you have angered me.”
“Fuck you Vaas.” She spluttered out, flashing her eyes away from his horrid face.
She flinched to the sudden slap Vaas delivered to her arm. His hit was brusque and made her skin throb. “Am I not being generous?” he barked, grasping Katerina’s chin and yanking it to his direction, “do you want me to fucking kill you?” “Well fucking do you?”
Her lip juddered; she was still dreadfully afraid of the distressing thunder in his angered voice. Though she wanted to show no fear, she couldn’t cease her lip from trembling, or her body from shuddering, or her eyes from shutting or her heart from racing. She shook her head, but that didn’t appease him. He struck her again, shaking her abruptly in by her arms.
“No, I’m sorry!” she managed to finally mutter.
She was heavy in his arms, hardly able to bear the sharp pain that rushed up her feet when they touched the wooden surface. He held her gaze, eyeing her shiny, sapphire orbs, her slender nose and her luscious rouged lips. His thumb trailed up her cheek and grazed across the wound engraved in her luminous skin. She winced, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as he touched it.
“I’m afraid that’s gonna’ scar Chica,” he sighed, brushing the blood off her cheek gently with his thumb.
Her eyes fluttered open, glaring directly at the man who studied her carefully like a prize, caressing her cheek and jaw with his thumb. His hands trailed down to her collarbone, she flinched to the touch and he chuckled, roughly clutching onto the back of her neck and pulling her head towards his. She shook her head irately, as his lips leaned into hers, ceasing her angered yells of protest. His left hand grasped her waist as the other trailed up to the back of her skull where he tightly snatched a curtain of her hair and laced it in his fingers. Katerina winced, growling into his mouth in rile, pushing Vaas’ shoulders with her fists and the palms of her hands, but he didn’t move. Her skull smashed against the wood of the shack walls – unable to move with Vaas’ steaming, raved body pressed up against her. With a grin, he savagely sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, until blood trickled down her skin. She growled and bawled into his mouth, unable to liberate her lips from his, smashing Vaas harshly with her fists and shuddering to the horrific crunching noise in between the savage's teeth. He drew back slightly, breathing heavily into her mouth, “that’s for biting me,” he purred, a corrupt cackle erupting from his lips. He laughed, leaning his lips back into her. Then the unthinkable happened. Something Vaas nor even Katerina expected. With anger, and resentment boiling up inside Katerina, as if she was a hot kettle ready to explode, she quickly brought up her fist and clouted the savage in the jaw. He stammered backwards, shaking his head, dazed from the ordeal.
Now would normally be the perfect opportunity to dash away - a sort of “hit and run” - but Katerina just stood there, traumatized on what she just did. She stood frozen, as if she had be turned to rock, glaring at her hands – her mouth dropped and fell wide. Did I really just do that? Shit, did I just do that?
Her eyes flashed to the enraged pirate that snapped his head up. She swallowed her breath, her shaking hands raised above her head.
“Now… now you fucking done it!” he roared, rushing over to her and striking her in the face. His blow was that forceful that Katerina plummeted straight to the floor, her whole body quivering with dread.
“Fucking bastard!” she squealed, as he yanked her to her feet, clutching only onto her hair. Her face glowed - Katerina could feel her tender skin burning like a blaze. With a snarl Vaas hooked his boot behind her ankle, swiping her legs out from underneath her and sending her crashing down onto her back with a hard thump. His heavy body concaved down onto her small frame, crushing her ribs and compressing her hips. She kicked her legs angrily, screaming and bashing her heels into the floor. “Get off of me! Get off of me!” she screamed, hurling her head and body to try and break free.
“Shut the fuck up!” he roared, seizing her wrists and pinning them the floor, “don’t make me kill you.”
“Fuck you!”
With a snarl he let go of one of her hands and reach to his holster drawing out his gun. The cold metal dug harshly into Katerina forehead, and she quailed, as tears began to swell in her eyes. Panic devoured her, clawing at the inside of her gut like a feral animal until there was nothing left of her but fear.
“I’m sorry Kat what did you say? Huh? What did you fucking say?”
She shook her head vigorously, tears flying from her face, “nothing,” she muttered, “nothing.”
He burrowed his gun further into her head, she squealed, her eyes squeezing shut. “Is that all you want to say?” he asked coldly, leaning his face closer to her – his warm breath grazing across her cheek.
She shook her head, clenching her lips together as her eyes sprang open. “I’m sorry,” she blubbered breathlessly, “Vaas I’m sorry.”
She juddered under his body, as his gun trailed the border her face, down her neck and down her stomach. His rough hands snaked down her body, feeling the icy chill of her bare skin. The gun brushed back up her skin to her head where he pushed it against her skull. She trembled again - her eyes barring shut to try and block out the nightmare – as his tongue traced her skin. His teeth nibbled coarsely on her neck, biting down onto her flesh until he tasted the faint, metallic taste of her blood. She wailed, drawing her arms to her head and concealing her eyes. His hands snaked her body, seizing the rim of her demin short and yanking them roughly down her thighs and off her legs. The echo of her rounded metal buttons colliding against the wooden floor rang through the shack like a siren. Katerina wailed – fear had overcome her and took control of her whole body, like a vicious daemon devouring her mind, until her sanity was depleted. Vaas silenced her with his lips, trailing his tongue over the gash he had created in her lip, and groping her legs and ass as she shuddered beneath him.
Suddenly his body jolted away from her, and instead he stood above her, surveying her as if she was his prey. His eyes appeared to be distrait and tired, and they seemed to search Katerina’s face for a solution of some sort. She squirmed awkwardly on the floor as he gaped inanely at her, his face relaxed but oddly distressed – something she had never witnessed from him yet. She had seen the anger, the chaotic hilarity, but nothing like this. It worried her. Was it something she had done? What was going to happen?
She remained still and glared right back at him, awaiting the moment where his mood would snap to become something completely different, like someone changing the channel on a television. But… nothing. He stared at her some more, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, until her whipped his body away - trudging over to his desk, with his heavy boots dragging across the floor.