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GT: Silk Snare Chapter 2

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My arm was pinned, securely and hopelessly, within the sink-hole of silk swallowing me. There was no escaping this; I was done for, but my heart still hammered against my chest, urging me to fight, run, escape. “What in-” a thick, deep voice rumbled through me with disbelief, stopping for a moment before trailing off absentmindedly, “bloody..” Giant fingers- I was certain- began to close in on my lower half. I reeled my legs in, half clambering to my knees to crawl away and half curling into a ball, as I tugged with all my weight against the force holding my wrist within the mess of silk. “What- how?” A short chuckle, that might have been pleasant sounding, if not for the current circumstances, shattered through the air above me, reverberating through my frame like thunder. I flinched, freezing and bracing myself, as I curled up tightly and covered my head at the enormous sound. “I don't know what I should ask first,” he said, amusement tainting his low tone, “What you are, or what you're doing in my shirt.”
I panted with my head covered, the only movement, my labored breaths and uncontrollable trembling. He laughed again, a light breathy laugh of disbelief, “Don't be afraid, it's alright.” Giant fingers sifted through the silk. I latched my mouth shut to keep from sobbing, despite the tears swimming in my gaze and the terror radiating in my chest like a blaring air-raid siren. My frantic breaths quickly melted into high-pitched whimpers and a wildfire instantly rushed across my skin, as the sounds of my own cries reached my ears. “Easy now,” he said, his voice bubbling with amusement and emotion, “You're alright, little one.” His fingers wrapped around me and I scrambled, kicking and squirming and pushing at his grip with my free arm, as he began to lift me from the sea of silk. My wrist and shoulder pulled taught and I cried, not because it hurt, but because I didn't know what might happen if he kept pulling. He stopped, chuckling dryly and fixing me in a direct, chiding gaze, amusement flickering in his eyes, “I 'am' going to need my shirt back, love.” He moved to pull me away again, that strong force that held me there for hours, still as solid and un-moving as ever, like a weight, tied around my wrist.
I scrambled in his hand, a squeak escaping me, my heart thrumming in my chest, faster than it had ever thrummed before. “No- no!” I found myself shouting, in a high-pitched and quivering voice. He froze, remaining still for a moment too long. Warily, I drew my gaze up his towering chest, his brow high with surprise, and knit in confusion, and his mouth cracked open speechlessly. His grip had seemed to loosen and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. My skin burned under his gaze and my mind reeled for what to do next, a glimmer of hope lighting in my chest. “I'm- stuck,” I forced out breathlessly, my trembling lungs making my voice waver. His brow furrowed and knit, as he cast his gaze to the shirt, where my arm remained buried within. He dove into the silk with his other hand, fishing through the mass of fabric for a while before he found something. I stole myself, trying to remain calm, with two giant hands hovering over me, sifting through the fabric around my head and arm, and his enormous form, filling the sky above me. He frowned as he worked to untangle my arm from the silk, his eyes focused and trained on the work at hand.
A weight came off my shoulder and I turned to pull my arm from the mess, but I was still snugly snared by something. A warm chuckle erupted above me and I flinched, my gut wringing with fright, “My keys.” I glanced up as he fished a large keyring with a huge handful of keys hooked to it, and my arm, with the screw tied to my wrist, stuck to the bottom of what looked like a metal chess piece. He drew me to a sitting position, setting the keys on the fabric in front of me. I tugged at my arm, putting my booted feet on the object and pulling with all my might, but it was no use. I pulled and pulled until I was huffing and puffing, beginning to feel frantic and trapped once again, only this time, there was a being present, sitting above me, watching me struggle, like it was some kind of show. I tensed under a shiver that ran up my spine, as I slowly peered up to look at his face. He watched quietly, pressing his lips together and suppressing his amusement, while laughter- and enjoyment in my struggle- flashed in his eyes. My stomach turned. That was not a good sign.
I swallowed, my fingers beginning to tremble, as my gaze fell down to his giant hands, crossed at the wrist and resting near to me, a ways down the silk shirt. “Do you need some help?” I flinched at his voice, glancing up at him anxiously. My whole body began to tremble again, certain this was a trick, certain it was some kind of cruel joke. His brow was knit, amusement still playing in his eyes, like he was chiding a silly but very in-trouble child. I sucked in a tremulous breath, nodding nervously, as I blinked back new tears springing in my eyes; I didn't want his help and it was surely a trick, but it was the only hope I had left. He snorted softly, a small smile spreading on his lips, as he reached for me with both hands. I flinched instinctively, his enormous fingers the last thing I wanted enveloping me again. He scoffed but I couldn't help but backpedal from his approaching hand. “It's alright,” he said, as if my struggling was wearisome and amusing. I shrank into the silk beneath me, nowhere to run, my labored breaths turning to high-pitched sobs, but his fingers only hovered in front of me.
I cast my tearful gaze up at him, watching him desperately. He smiled to himself, sympathy and laughter dancing in his eyes, as he gingerly, closed his giant fingers around my arm and the object I was stuck to. With one swift movement, he slid the two apart, releasing me from the trap, but not releasing my arm from his grasp. My heart pounded in my chest. “There now. You're free.” Free from the keyring at least. “You see? It's just a magnet, it must have caught your- what is that?" He asked, leaning close and squinting, "Is that a screw?” He glanced at me with an amused and expectant smile and I almost swallowed my tongue, my skin heating to my nose and eyelids. He snorted softly and brought the object back toward my hand, and it seemed to suck the screw toward itself like a vacuum, slamming together with a hard 'clink.' "See?" My heart clenched as I cast him a panicked glance and I tugged on my arm frantically. He snorted softly, a warm smile spreading on his lips and flooding his eyes. “Easy, love,” he soothed, sliding the screw off the magnet again, “You're alright.” He let my arm slip away from his grasp and I held my wrist to myself, looking up at him nervously.
He leaned back slightly, taking me in with thoughtful scrutiny, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips. I dropped my gaze, my stomach swirling. “So, how exactly did you end up, tangled in my shirt?” My skin ignited in a searing blush. It sounded worse when he said it like that. It wasn't what he was suggesting. I was trying to get home. I need to leave now. I fidgeted in my seat, wanting to take off as fast as I could and run until I reached the little hole in the wall that led home, but I knew he would reach for me if I bolted. He wasn't moving. What did he want? A thankyou? It was his stupid keys-! “We both know you can speak, so you might as well talk with me,” he said, cutting off my inner ranting. The thought of being snatched up while making a break for it was more traumatizing a thought than thanking him and saying goodbye, if that's what it took to get away. I breathed deeply, desperate to bring this long nightmare of a night to an end.
“I- Th-thankyou but I- have to go,” I forced out tremulously, staring up at him, as I tried to gauge if he was even going to let me leave.
His brow knit, “Come now, you can spare a moment,” he said, bending to meet my gaze with an expectant and roguish smirk, “I did set you free did I not?” My stomach somersaulted and my heart began to beat hard, my mind beginning to reel for an escape. “I do have somewhere to be as well, but only answer a few questions that's all I ask- you at least owe me a moment.” My mouth opened, my tongue dry, as I searched for the right words- the right excuse- my heart pounding painfully. The dark amusement in his eyes, slightly cocked brow, and small, coy smile, were less than comforting.
“I- r-really,” I said, my voice running out of steam and trailing off in fear. He sat up suddenly, his towering form leering over me. I found myself scrambling to my feet in the disheveled mound of silk, but I held my ground. My eyes were steadfast on his hands, resting harmlessly at the edge of his silk shirt, the magnet still gripped loosely in his fingers. He was utterly relaxed but the very presence of his hands, being so near, was a silent threat to me, and my lungs labored for breath.
“You know, I heard once, that if you catch a fairy,” he said lowly, my heart leaping to my throat, as I glanced up at him, “they have to grant you a wish.” My arm flew from my side and slammed into something with a hard 'clink.'
Chaptah 2 peeps. Yeah AND I totally forgot to give a shoutout to GT-Kathryn where I got the inspiration for the 'fairy wish' reference, from her GT Short, Little Captive. It's a SUPER great read, so head over there and check her out too! I'll be honest with you guys. I, as the author of this piece, am a little disconcerted by the sultry-flirtyness of this last scene. I want to tweek it a little because it feels too forward for his character, but I'm still trying to figure it out. I may change it and do a recap in the next chapter so you guys won't have to be confused go looking for the last chapter to figure out what's going on. ANYWAY.  Enjoy, I'm really happy with this as a writing exercise. I really need to relax and write like this again, it's good for the fingers lol. Yu-Gi-Oh -- winking Tea  

There. Sorry guys, I just had to edit it. #50 Free Icon: Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon) 50x50 FRUSTRATION/DISGUST 

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Oh my lord! What a great chapter! And, awe, I'm glad something of mine inspired the 'fairy wish' topic :hug: