Witch's Power/play the vulnerable girl

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You begin to sob as you let your legs go limp, forcing him to hold you close to keep you from falling to e ground. He seems somewhat taken aback from your sudden break down, but soon you feel him shift, to hold you more gently as he whispers " there, there little mouse, no need for tears. This cat only plays with his catches, never hurts them... " you can hear a note of sincerity and concern in his voice.

You turn, your body still shaking as tears stream down your cheeks, and look up at him with your stunning blue eyes. You must look so timid and weak with your quivering lip and water rimed eyes. His hair looks s bit unkempt, and his chin is covered by rough stubble, but the eyes looking back at you reveal a sharp intellect behind his rough exterior. The two of you stay like that, frozen as your slowly regain control of yourself, only occasionally letting a sob shutter through your body.

There is the sound of someone stumbling off in the woods, followed you a curse. The man holding you tenses at the sound, and glances off in that direction " hmmmm, sounds like someone has sent their hounds out into my woods. I suppose they are sniffing about, trying to find your sent ." He takes in a deep breath, nuzzling his cheek against your head. "And a lovely sent it is...." He pauses, assessing the situation.

Without a word he drops an arm down, sliding it along your firm rear and down to your legs. With no signs of effort he swings you up into his arms. He moves with an unnatural grace and your realize that he does not make a single noise as he makes his way through the forest. After a short while you come to a small cabin, tucked away in a thick part of the forest. You would have never been able to find your way through the thick maze of trees that surround this place by yourself.

He pushes the door open and slides into the cabin. It is very sparsely furnished, with only a table, chair and small cot in the corner. Definitely the dwelling of a man who prides himself on effeciency. He lays you down gently onto the cot, lingering for just a moment as he takes another deep breath, pulling in your sent as if trying to memorize it. The he stand and head back to the door.


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