Elizabeth Crembell

"Stay away from me." He didn't stop but instead crept even slower with a smug smile plastered on his face. "I'm warning you." He just chuckled at my warning. He was only two steps away now. "I'm serious." He gently took my throat into his hand and lightly pulled me towards him.

"Are you now?" I swallowed the bile forming in my throat and looked down in order to avert his gaze. "Tough girl isn't so tough now is she?" I glared at him and struggled against the cuffs.

"Don't touch me," And with James being James he disobeyed me and did the exact opposite.

"I think we'll start slow and work our way up, how about that? Sound good?" I rolled my eyes.

"You're an arrogant asshole, a pervert." He acted like I had stabbed him in the heart with a stick or something.

"Oh, baby, that hurts."

"Don't call me that." I growled. He ignored my comment and went on with his plan.

"So, phase one." His hands rested on my hips and slithered around my back, pulling me up against him. My heart raced and my breathing grew deep and loud. He looked me in the eyes and studied me.

"Let's take those contacts out, shall we?" Before I knew it he was controlling me with his mind, telepathically tearing the contacts off of my eyeballs and smashing them on the floor.

"No!" That was my only chance of getting out of here on my own, the only way for my mother to actually see where I was and where she could find me.

"Awe, too bad." I looked at him with pure rage as his expression grew soft, making me lose my guard. "You have very beautiful eyes, Elizabeth." My brows furrowed as he mentioned my real name.

"How do you know my name?" He smirked and tapped his head with his finger. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"Phase two." James kept one arm around my back as he gently grabbed the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my messy hair. While he pulled my head back he explored my throat, shoulders, and collarbone with his mouth. I gasped as he brushed over a spot right above my collarbone. The vibration of his chuckle tickled my skin and caused goosebumps to overcome my body.

His lips went back to my sensitive spot, making me quiver a bit.

"You're acting like you've never been touched like this." He stated. Because I never have, dumbass. "Are you serious?" I cleared my throat as my cheeks flushed a light pink.

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to." I gulped and brought my head up, meeting James' brown eyes.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"This." I scoffed. "It's not working, so stop trying." He chuckled.

"Now? But I'm having so much fun. And with a body like yours it's hard to resist the temptation of pleasuring you." My eyes widened and my face grew hot.

"Never have I been treated like this." He shrugged.

"Sometimes you gotta let go and live a little bit, sweetheart. I'll teach you." He smiled at my scared yet confused expression. I was so flustered and he loved the fact that I was.

"I don't need a teach-"

"Shh," He whispered as he pushed his finger against my lips. "Phase three." His hands trailed down and along the curves of my hips as they worked their way to my buttox. I jumped at his bold gesture and squealed the slightest bit. One of his hands stopped grabbing my butt cheek and came up to my mouth.

"My God, what is wrong with you--" The next thing I knew he had slid his thumb into my mouth to keep me quiet. I groaned in protest as his thumb explored my tongue and his other hand groped my butt cheek. He leaned his head towards mine but slid past to my ear. I flinched as I felt something warm and wet lick my earlobe. I tried to tell him to stop but his thumb bombarded my mouth. My earlobe was too sensitive for this, I couldn't take it.

There were so many things being done to me, I didn't know what to focus on. Finally James' thumb left my mouth and returned to my butt.

"James, stop."

"Beg a little harder and I might."

"Mm, James, stop. I'm too sensitive there." He engaged more force to my earlobe as he continued. "James stop, I don't like this." He pulled away and gave me an irritated look.

"So you'd rather have me go on to phase four?" My eyes widened and I began to shake my head.

"I never said--" James covered my mouth with his hand and pressed our foreheads together.

"Verywell," James shrugged. "Phase four."

"My God, James, how many phases are there?"

"As many as I want there to be."

"You're so immature."

"But hot, I know." He winked as I glared at him in disgust. A loud knock sounded at the door and James turned. He quickly pushed away from me and focused his attention on the door.

"Come in!" The soldier who was guarding my cell earlier walked in and bowed his head with respect.

"Sir, I've been ordered to take this disgrace away." James looked back at me and gave me a blank look, his leather jacket squeaking as he crossed his arms across his chest. He shrugged and pursed his lip.

"Whatever, do what you want with her." I widened my eyes and watched James walk away towards the door. What the hell just happened here? I pulled on my cuffs and growled at him.

"You bastard!" He continued to walk away while I struggled. Anger boiled in me as I looked over what he had done to me. He had made a fool out of me, took my pride away. My confidence. Who the hell did he think he was to treat me like this? He was a cold hearted devil and a fool. The soldier walked towards me and pushed a button that unlocked my legs. I smirked and hurled my knee at him, hitting his weak spot. As he crouched down I kicked him in the face.

A deep breath overtook me as I calmed myself down. I reached over to the control console with my foot and pressed the button above the past one. With a squeal I dropped to the ground and fell on my back. A groan escaped me as I stood up and looked at my wrists. They were red and bruised from the pressure of my body weighing them down, not to mention my contact struggling.

I was still too flustered and warm inside to change into my frozen form, but I didn't need it. My rage powered me and allowed me to gain a great amount of adrenaline. I ran for the door and ripped it off its hinges, throwing it back so it hit the wall on the other side of the room. A shimmer caught my eye as I almost descended into the hallway.

No way.

My jacket sat hung on the back of the chair the cloaked man had sat on earlier. I looked back at the soldier who was still groaning on the floor. My eyes went back and forth between the door and my jacket. Revenge sounded really good right now, but I had a mission, revenge wasn't the reason why I was here. I had to get Canary out of here.

I slipped my jacket on and rolled my shoulders, plunging my hands into my pockets in order to feel around for the stone. My left pocket had fingerless leather hand gloves with metal spikes on the knuckles. I had packed them in case I needed them for self defense when my body was too warm. I rubbed the tough material between my fingers before slipping them on.

A breath of relief escaped my lips as my fingers curled around something cold and smooth in my right pocket. I pulled out the stone and closed my eyes. I wanted so badly to just teleport myself home and forget everything. But I couldn't just leave Canary here all alone. The teleportation stone could only teleport one person at a time. She had no reason to be here. And if I left she would more than likely be punished for helping me escape. I wouldn't even return home with the USB, so what would the point be?

"To Canary." When I reopened my eyes the stone was gone. I closed my hand and let out a disappointed sigh. I ran through the door and chose to go right, staying quiet. My bare feet felt weird on the slippery floor and my breathing came out long and calm. I needed to find my way to James, I needed to show him what I was actually capable of.

Clicking shoes sounded in a hallway close to me. I looked around and saw a gigantic tarp hanging from the wall. I quickly lifted the side and hid behind it. The material smelled like fresh cut pine and smoke, making the urge to cough overtaking. I covered my mouth and stood still.

"Is she contained?" It was James.

"From what I know, sir, I believe so. Derek was ordered to take her to an anti-freeze cell in order to keep her from using her powers to escape again." Another man's voice came into the mix as it sounded sophisticated and almost high-pitched. A hole in the tarp caught my eye by shining light in my face. I looked through the peephole in the material and spotted two men walking past. "Please excuse me, sir." The man walking next to James said. He was wearing a black general suit with a black general cap.

Medals clinked on his chest as he bowed.

"I will go check the girl's detainment center." James nodded and the general walked away. I stayed quiet as he stood there. Now was my chance, it had to be. He knew I was here, I could tell. He was waiting, and I wasn't going to make him wait any longer.

I ripped the tarp away, making it fall on the ground. My hair was messy and my face was flushed. James' attention stayed forward as I stood in all of my glory. I ran at him and jumped on his back, clawing at his face and covering his eyes. He grabbed my arms and flung me over his head. My back landed on the floor and I winced, the wind was knocked out of me.

I blinked a couple times before seeing James lift his fist. I moved out of the way and rolled to my feet. A loud thud filled my ears as I looked at James' fist hit the ground. The tile broke and shattered under the force of his hit. I scoffed.

"Didn't know you were brave enough to punch a girl." He looked at me and smirked, standing up and shaking out his hand.

"I only do it when I have to." I raised a brow.

"And you had to?" He shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head.

"I wanted to." My fists curled and my fingernails dug into the palms of my hands. He studied my fists and chuckled.

"I didn't know you had the fashion sense of an emo thug." I studied my hands and smiled.

"I'm glad you like them, cause they'll be punching your face soon." He chuckled and got into a fighting position.

"I like your confidence, didn't know you had any." I gave out an ironic laugh.

'No confidence?" I walked right up to him and stopped about a half of a foot in front of him. "Well excuse me, Mr.Milksop, for being flustered while you basically took advantage of an unarmed woman." He gave me a blank stare, his eyes flashed a shade darker, close to black.

"What did you just call me?" He poked my forehead and made me stumble back a step. Alright, that's it. I curled my fingers into a fist and lunged, punching him square in the jaw with my right hand. He fell back and groaned, clutching his jaw with his hand. A 'Milksop' was an insult for men, it meant that they weren't brave enough to do things on their own, therefore calling them a little boy.

"I'm sorry," I acted all ladylike and pretended to be startled. "Did that hurt?" I smiled and put my hands on my hips. James rubbed his jaw and stared at me.

"Damn, girl, you really know how to punch."