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So as requested this part follows on directly after the last.


The next time my eyes drag themselves open its to feel the most incredibly soft surface under me even the old scars on my shoulders feel comforted.
The only part of my body that doesn't feel comfort is my head, there is a constant pain burning against my scalp where my head is touching the soft surface.
I twitch my fingers on top of the blanket covering me, something's wrong I can feel way to much of the soft material against my skin, my clothes are missing. I slowly lift my shaking hands up and push down the blanket.
Staring at the sight of my black sports bra stretched across my chest my stomach shivers. My T-shirts, grubby cardi and my jacket all gone.
Pushing the blanket down even further my heart drops to my knees at the sight of my black boylegged shorts. The thermal pants I stole and my jeans are gone. My one change of clothes is in my backpack wherever that is.

My chest clamps in anxiety, my breath catching in my throat that blonde bastard made me venerable. Just when I felt maybe I could trust a living being.
I look down at my hands trying to calm my breathing and the clean patches of skin just infuriate me more.

My breath heaves out of me as I slowly slide out of the bed, my eyes darting all over the room looking for anything I can use as a weapon and land on a lamp by the door. Tripping over my own feet as I stumbled towards it, yanking the cord out of the wall and pulling the shade off.

I plant myself in the corner my back to the wall by the door as my head starts to spin and my vision blurs. I'm in no condition to be fighting off a golden greek god but I'm not going to give up until my last breath.

My head cocks as I hear the thump of shoes on the floor boards heading in my direction, the sound of someone heavy either the angel wannabe or the devil one.
Either one makes no difference to me some pervy bastard is getting their head cracked in and that brings a smile to my face.

I shift slightly and face the door raising the lamp above my head as I hear the door handle turn.
Muttering under my breath didn't even knock rude.
As the door pushes open and a large body steps in I swing the lamp full force my aim true. Except for one little factor the prick ducked and the force of my swing carries my momentum forward until I crash into him up turning the tray in his hands and feeling the hot splash of liquid all down my bare stomach.

I stand dazed and shaking, one hand still on the lamp and the other curled against his chest, my breath huffing out as he has the balls to laugh at me. Not just any laugh but one of those ones that comes from deep inside and shakes the whole person.

"You know you're actually supposed to eat the soup not wear it. But each to their own I suppose." He grunts out between chuckles.


"oh come on now Princess you really didn't think that was going to work did you? Look at the state of you, you can barely stand let alone swing a lamp that probably weighs half your weight. Nice try though."

I tilt my head up and give him the filthiest glare I can, my whole body shaking with rage at this cocky bastards attitude. First he strips me, touches me when I'm unconscious and then makes fun of me. I'll make him pay for this mark my fucking words it might not be today or even tomorrow but one day this man will beg me for my forgiveness!

I growl, my face screwing up as he lifts a hand towards me, to brush my hair back off my face. I lunge, its all I know how to do. My teeth connect with the base of his hand the fleshy part just under the thumb and clamp down. His only reaction is a small grunt but I feel my stomach swell with pride as I grind my teeth together the metallic taste of blood coating my tongue.

I look up into his pale blue eyes and smirk around his hand, not so cocky now. With speed I didn't expect from someone his size he pushes me back against the wall as his left hand comes up to wrap around my throat not tight enough to choke me yet but squeeze harder and harder.

"Now Princess, I don't want to hurt you but I will. I suggest you let my hand go." He growls darkly into my ear. Sending mixed signals to my body fear, calm and arousal all built into one.

I glare up at him and shake my head digging my teeth in harder as his hand tightens on my throat.

"Stubborn little twat." He growls lifting me higher up the wall until I have no choice but to let go of his hand, I smirk as he pulls his mangled flesh up to his face.

Grinning as he looks at me I lick my lips, his blood dribbling down my chin.

"Sadistic little thing aren't you." He says with a smirk reaching up for my face and trailing his thumb through his blood caked on my chin before painting it over my lips.
"Mmm suits you."
With a grunt he drops me to my feet.

"I'm assuming this little outburst is because I undressed you?"
I grunt and nod in response.
"well princess you were filthy and you stank, I wasn't about to let you sleep in my bed and stink up my mattress. Fat lot of good it did you still stink and now your covered in soup too."
He raises a hand and points towards a door in the other corner. "Bathroom is through there go have a shower while I go get you some more food and then we can talk. Help yourself to anything in there and there's a robe and clean under ware on the back of the door that should fit."
He spins me around and pushes me in the direction of the bathroom before leaving.

This guy is fucking weird, he should be beating my ass for biting him instead he's letting me take a shower and eat his food.
He almost seemed pleased or turned on over me biting him. I thought I was a mess turns out the angel is just as fucked up.

I head to the bathroom trying not to let my mouth hang open at the size of it, the fancy tiles and chrome fittings. Who lives like this? This bathroom is bigger than every room I've ever stayed in and had to share with other girls.
Shaking my head I strip my panties and bra off washing them in the handbasin and throwing them over the towel rail to dry before climbing the few steps to the glass enclosed shower, marvelling at all the different spray settings I settle on a medium rain and stand stock still under it and let the water just wash over me.
Looking down at my feet watching the water gurlge down the drain a mix of bright red and horrible brown.
I shampoo twice my head throbbing at the sting in my open wound not even enough to make me hesitate at the opportunity to feel clean for the first time in months.
I take my time soaping my body making sure every spot of dirt is scrubbed away. Stalling under the heat as long as I can before wobbling my way back down the stairs my legs like jelly, my muscles soft after the heat.

I quickly dress the panties fitting perfectly but the bra made for someone with a bigger chest than myself by at least a cup size, I shrug and leave it on anyway, belting the robe tighter. Not like anyone is going to see it but me.

I pull open the bathroom door and come face to face with the angels chest.
"Thought you might have drown in there. Took you long enough."
I tilt my head to look at him and as childish as it is I stick my tongue out and cross my eyes.

"Little girls should no better than to offer something they don't want to give." His words so softly spoken I barely catch them.
 
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