Page 25 of Repossess My Heart

“What the fuck?” I spit, finally gaining the will to remove myself from him.

He doesn’t bother responding as his gloved hand closes around my wrist, dragging me away from the growing inferno. Something is different about him now, focused in a lethal way I assume you’d have to be with a job like this. The conversation he’d let play out loud filtering through my head. He’s hunting someone…

I frown, stopping in my tracks, “I’m not helping you kill someone. I never agreed to that.”

His gloved hands clench and unclench before he stops his stalking about and turns around to face me, the light of the bustling street shining behind him. Everyone there blissfully unaware of the danger they’re in. The killer and his… what?

“You’re right, you’d only slow me down, but I can’t very well leave you in a high rise with the Migs and Numbers, now can I?”

I recoil as he grabs for me again. He’s not wrong. I definitely don’t want to stay there, I’m not a great fighter… runner, on the other hand that… I excel at. I can feel the urge to do it now, in the way my overexerted muscles strain in my legs, “I- I’m trying to understand. My eyes are shit so you don’t want to kill me. I get that, but like you said, I’d only get in your way. I am doing that right now. Why drag this out? So, you can fuck me again?”

I can see the irritation boiling inside him. That’s what I need. He’s clearly… unhinged, if I can push enough…

“That will never happen again.”

My stomach drops just a little. Just enough to have me taking a step back, one he mirrors perfectly with a step forward. Making sure there’s not an inch between us he didn’t allow, “Why not?” The words leave my lips before I meant them to. They sound pitiful even to me, but the ache between my legs is still just as pronounced as it was hours ago.

“You want me to rape you?” He breathes out. Sounding more than a little exhausted, making my cheeks flame.

“It wasn’t rape!”

“It was meant to be rape, you freaky little shit!” He snaps back before turning abruptly finishing his blazed path out of the narrow alley and on to the street, “Come on, you’re wasting time again.”

My fingernails dig into my palms, no small amount of embarrassment keeps me from shutting my fucking mouth. “Then why’d you make it feel so damn good?” I mumble, finally following him.

His steps falter for a second, his heavy boot getting caught on a lip in the pavement. He doesn’t stumble… not really, but there’s a pause just a second as that heat builds in my belly again. As we break into the crowd, they part, giving us a wide birth. Or him anyway. I’m lingering just far enough back to not look like we’re together. Better they think I’m just dumb than being buddy buddy with a Repo Man.

“I can’t fucking wait to kill you.” He grumbles.

“Yet you are waiting.” My core tightens. Momentarily I’m grateful for the pants hiding my dampening sex. The gratefulness soon blimps out with everything else, allowing in more of the irritation he seems so good at inflicting. I’m so caught up in my own shit the only warning I get that he’s turned on me is a woman walking by and the scream she releases, the way that sound further parts the crowd.

His body slams against mine as he captures my mine in his mechanical hold, “Open your mouth again and I’ll stuff the dead guy's cock down your throat, see how wet your little cunt gets after that.”

I make a show of curling my lips up. “You’re disgusting.”

“And yet you manage to be even more fucked up than I am.” He pauses pulling back a little but not letting me go, his gloved fingers digging into my flesh in a way that heats my skin all over, “Oh please kill me Mr. Repo Man.” He finishes in a mocking tone, and my blood boils. I try my hardest to show him, to let it all into my eyes, but I’m positive it doesn’t work.

“Shut up!” It leaves my mouth louder than I meant it, earning little gasps from spectators.

“Gladly.” He barks back before releasing my face and spinning away from me. Only to turn back around his hand forming a vice like hold on my wrist as he jerks me along behind him.

The longer we walk through the street, the more doors slam and people scatter. Those whose stares started as ones of fear and empathy turn to ones of contempt and disgust. The more I try to create distance between us, the more he drags me closer to him. An older man spits at the ground as he walks past, dragging the knife in my gut deeper. Making me feel… dirty for the first time since this train wreck started. The comfort,releasehis touch offered seems silly now. It's moments like this I wish the numbness I felt was a complete one. That I could be apathetic to everything, instead of emotions blipping in and out like a shitty frequency.

Right now, the shame I’m feeling is ripe.

Everything here is unfamiliar. I’ve never been outside two blocks from my home. Never been to another district. I don’t know where to hide here. I can’t seek out the dark holes and dank alleyways and it makes their stares of disapproval seem like physical, painful things. Especially with him dragging me through the middle of the street.

I’m a traitor.

I suppose that hadn’t occurred to me before. What I was really doing when I clung to him. I was betraying everything I’d always hated, everything that was wrong with our world. I joined him without a second thought. All because of… selfishness, maybe? Weakness definitely. More people spit and snarl from afar, littering comments as we walk past. I’ve finally given up and fallen into step at his side. His number cut into my stomach on full display. I had… liked it before. Maybe I still do. I think that’s worse. When I finally find the courage to pull my eyes from our shoes, I glance up at Nine; I don’t need to see his face to know he’s untouched by their displeasure, if he even notices. No sooner than I look away from him, I can feel the tantalizing burn of his eyes on me, as if he’s breaking away from his laser focus for a moment. Finally taking stock of the parade of humiliation he’s dragging me on.

I don’t say another word when he leads us to one of the few food vendors that hasn’t locked up, his hand gently guiding me up to the window. When I make no move to order or even glimpse the menu, he orders for me. I don’t pay attention to what as his drone circles around where we stand, coming to a hover closer to my face.

“Coming right up.” The older woman forces out, poorly hiding the chip in her voice as I take a seat behind Nine. Even her fear taking a backseat to her disgust.

All of this seemed so… perfect before we left the safety of his lab, his home. It was simple. He wanted to kill me, and I want to die.

He practically drops the food in front of me, and despite my burning cheeks and the nasty feeling in my gut, my stomach lets out another growl. My mouth watering as the smell of the dumpling skewers hits me. “You need to eat.” He murmurs with a peculiar, almost uneasy tone in his voice.

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