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Baser Urges	By : PersephoneCorelli Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I followed Olaf into a cabin that was a few yards away from the group. I could only blink in complete shock. It was my bedroom. Oh my God! Fear hit me hard and low. My knees shook and I could barely see through the haze in my eyes.
“Take a seat on the bed, Anita.”
Olaf’s voice brings me back to myself. Thank God something did. I have to focus on the situation right now or I have no chance to make it out of here. I start to walk toward the bed thinking frantically and stop as a thought hits me. Van Cleef only said I had to go with Olaf willingly, he didn’t say I had to let him kill me without a fight. That’s better. Fighting I know how to do. Turning back towards him I turn my chin up in defiance.
“No.”
Olaf looks at me in surprise. Works for me, keep ‘em guessing.
“You would go back on your work and let your brother die?”
With my hands on my hips I look Olaf up and down. I need to keep him talking until I can figure a way out of this.
“No, Van Cleef only said my part of the deal was to go willingly with you. He didn’t say I had to sit still for you once we got here. You should always check the fine print, Olaf.”
I smirk at his expression. It is just priceless. I take a step back as he advances on me.
Maybe that last bit was too much. Oh well. Full steam ahead.
“You excite me with your reluctance. I wish to make this last as long as possible for I can only kill you once. Speaking of killing, did you enjoy the little gift that I left for you?”
I cover the grimace that the memory brings. Gift? You’ve got to be kidding me.
“I’m more of a flower kind of girl myself but thanks for the thought.”
I can tell my flippant reply does not make him happy. Good. Come and join the club.
“Do not test my patience Anita, I am asking for your critique on my work. I have never cared to hear a woman’s opinion before. Do not make me regret asking for yours.”
By his tone I figure it’s probably better to answer him. Fuck. That was just sick! How do I tell him what I thought without encouraging him to do the same to me? Ok, let’s try casual. Swallowing the bile that tries to rise at just the thought of his…gift I jump in.
“I’m not sure what to say. I was frightened when I found the body under my bed. The way you used multiple skins on her face to make her look like me was… different. I’d never seen anyone do anything like that before. I don’t understand something though...”
He is almost twitching with excitement as he nods for me to continue.
“Why did you cut off her…umm…things and stick them in opposite orifices?”
His grin widened as he enthusiastically watched my face. I know I was turning red but I couldn’t seem to stop. Better to control the nausea than the embarrassment, right?
“I know you are more intelligent than that Anita. Why do you think?”
I tremble as I realize what the answer may be but bravely answered his question.
“You wanted to humiliate her even with death imminent. It was also a way of making her ‘know’ herself for all eternity. In one way, eating the clit makes her know the texture and feel of it rolling around in her mouth. In the other, her tongue pushed inside of her makes her know the sensation of plunging into and tasting the inner parts of her body. It’s an odd form of, at least from a man’s eye, showing her what she’s missing.”
Olaf came closer to me with every word I spoke. I was frozen in place from the images in my mind, unaware of what he was doing. Then we were toe to toe and he brought his hands up to grip my arms. I can’t believe I was so out of it that he was able to sneak up on me. His grip is hard, but not painful as he pushes me back onto the bed. I grunt from the force and he sprawls out on top of me. My surprise gives him the time to chain me to each post before climbing off of me. I try to pull out of the chains and can tell that they are just not normal. Fuck! I knew the government had been experimenting with different metals to make it easier to restrain supernatural beings but had not thought that Van Cleef would have gotten some for Olaf to play with. Double fuck! From the look on Olaf’s face he knows exactly when I realize that I can’t get out of the chains. At that moment he just smiles and begins cutting at my clothes. The look on his face makes my fear run so deep that I lose control and drop all of my shields.
‘Ma petite!’
‘Anita!’
‘Shield hard boys. I’m not going to make it through this. I don’t know what to do. I’m so sorry.’
I can tell that they feel my fear and pain as I swallow a cry of pain. Olaf had dug the tip into the skin of my stomach. He leans down to lap at the wound and I feel a rush of power. There was a burial site somewhere in the area and the dead were calling to me. If only I had a way…
‘Richard, Jean-Claude, I need your help.’
‘Of course, how may we help?’
‘Are you two together?’
‘Oui, ma petite.’
Things were definitely looking up. With the boys together I could pull from them and build up so much power that I just might make it out of here with Josh and Edward. Well, let’s see. Olaf was making little cuts on my skin but I didn’t even feel it anymore. I was too caught up in figuring out how to get the fuck away from him. No, I’m not going to just get away. I’m killing his ass. He won’t get a second chance. Olaf smacks me hard across the mouth. Yup, he’s definitely a dead man walking.
“You are not paying attention Anita. Must I punish you further to gain it?”
Oh shit. I don’t want him getting all pissy with me. Ignoring the guys for just a second, I give Olaf my full attention.
“No.”
He gives a short nod and turns his attention back to my stomach. I watch his eyes widen in surprise and silently curse. Shit! I must have healed the shallow cuts. Fuck, fuck, fuck! His gaze meets mine again.
“What are you that you are able to heal like this?”
He runs his hand over my newly healed skin. I can tell that he obviously doesn’t mind by watching him lick his lips. Did I say shit yet? He digs his knife deep and rips a gash into my stomach. Seeing the blood flow out of my body I feel sick and light-headed. I close my eyes and the boys yell at me.
‘Pay attention ma petite. We can feel your power flaring and we cannot control it. It is your power to call the dead and only you can direct it.’
I listen carefully but don’t open my eyes. It’s bad enough that I can feel what he is doing to me I don’t need to see it as well.
‘Anita? What shall we do?’
‘Concentrate on my power. Feel it flow through you and back into me. When it builds high enough, let it release. I’ll do the rest.’
‘We will be ready ma petite. We will do everything possible to help you out of this predicament.’
I turn my attention to the building power. It begins to block out all sensations. Olaf must have decided that he doesn’t need all of my attention after all because he continues to cut me without pausing. The look of lust in his eyes as he licked my blood is becoming a distant memory. He stands up to remove his clothes just as I feel the power burst through me. I scream from the pressure and feel every body in the area rise to my wordless call. I open my eyes slowly to find Olaf looking at me with a confused expression. Fuck. He knew I didn’t scream from his slice and dice job. I could feel my zombies coming closer and knew they would be here in moments. I only hope it will be soon enough. I whisper a quick thank you to the boys and shielded hard. I need to give this situation my undivided attention if I plan to make it work.
“Why did you scream?”
I searched frantically for a believable reason. Bluffing usually works.
“What you did to my stomach caught up with me as you pulled your weight off. Isn’t my screaming what you wanted?”
He pauses as if considering my words and then nods. Thank God! He believed me. He yanks off my jeans as the door breaks in.
“Was ist das vogt!?”
I slump with relief at the sight of the zombies and almost laugh at Olaf’s exclamation. I order four of them to hold him as the rest break the bed. Once I’m free I walk over to Olaf and order the four zombies to each hold an appendage. They pin him down and I take my bodice knife out. I smile at him and know that it is just as cold as Edward’s can be. I take my knife and touch it to his chest. I look into Olaf’s eyes and am surprised to see satisfaction glowing there.
“I have always known you would be man enough to take my heart.”
I don’t even hesitate. Plunging the knife deep, I slowly carve out his heart. I feel nothing at what I am doing. One more moral line crossed. I should have a checklist. Once I am satisfied he is dead I pull the key to the chains out of his pocket and drop them to the floor as I walk out the door trailing zombies behind me. Preparing to fight Van Cleef and his men I can only pray that Edward and Josh are still alive.
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