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Date Posted: 13:05:32 12/06/01 Thu
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Kitkat
's message, ""Enemy at the Gates" - short repost from "Come to Me, My Love"" on 11:47:12 12/02/01 Sun
Chapter 4
Tiny pinpricks of apprehension are beginning to gather deeply inside her stomach. She tries to tell herself that she doesn’t care. She tries to tell herself that whatever happens, she has been through worse. She tries, and she fails. The closer that they get to the cabin door, the more her anxiety builds.
She sneaks a quick sideways glance at the face of the man walking calmly beside her, and wishes that she hadn’t. His face is harsh and unrelenting. Her mind races to find a way of softening those angry features. It was not so long ago when this same man looked at her almost tenderly, while tending her wrists and ankles.
Putting her thoughts into action, she pretends to trip and twist her ankle. Moaning pitifully and clutching at the injured limb, she looks up at Michael with eyes that appeal for sympathy. The sight that meets her eyes causes her to blush to the roots of her hair.
Michael is smiling. He is smiling and tilting his eyebrows, which lets her know immediately that he sees through her little ruse. Before she has the chance to embarrass herself any further, he breaks his prolonged silence.
“You didn’t really think that would work, did you? The look was good, but next time you might try grabbing the ankle that you actually pretend to twist.”
She looks quickly down at her legs, and realizes too late that she is holding the wrong ankle.
“I thought so,” he says, and jerks her with careless grace to her feet. They continue the walk to the cabin in silence.
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Nikita stands in the shower and lets the tepid, soothing water run over her body, cooling her abrasions and cleaning away the forest smell. Beginning to relax, she leans against the wall, then slides slowly to the tiled floor. Now, she wants nothing more than to climb between the sheets of her bed to sleep forever.
She is startled when the bathroom door suddenly opens and Michael enters the room.
“You have five minutes to get dressed and meet me downstairs.”
Before she even has time to react to his uninvited invasion of her space, he is gone. She dresses promptly, drying her hair ineffectively with the bath towel. Five minutes later she is seated on the leather couch in front of the fireplace waiting to hear her fate.
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