The Huntsman Ch. 01

He gets up and starts toward the fire poker with purpose, my eyes blur with pain but I roll to all fours and manage to stand, I stumble after him, "Please."

"You must beg more properly than that to earn my mercy."

I grab his arm and he turns on me so quickly I release my hold and take a step back, his eyes hold that icy gleam I fear more than his heat. It is not the idea of begging that makes me hesitate but instead the idea that he will break me that makes me falter. I study the breadth of his chest, the dark hair spanning over him then tapering to a thin river down to the base of his trousers. The flatness of his stomach accentuates the sharp angle of his hips, heat pools deep in my heart forcing an ache I don't fully understand. I look up at him and though he is watching me closely his eyes remain cold, but I swallow this newfound hatred.

I slide to my knees and bow my head, "Please Huntsman, I am sorry. I am merely frightened by your intensity, I do not know..." I bite back the admission of my virginity and instead take a new avenue, "I will do whatever it is you wish, please. I will not try to run again."

"Look at me."

I raise my head and look up at him towering over me, fear and heat roll through me in sickening waves. He reaches for the weapon of choice, I do not look away from him for fear that he will punish me for it, "Please Huntsman, I am scared, I will do whatever you wish. I will beg if that is what you wish of me."

He smiles before kneeling, he throws the weapon away and I flinch as he buries his hand in my hair and twists until tears blur my vision, "Beg me to fuck you."

I glower at him, "No."

He sighs, "Not without a little push of course, but you shall realize that I can be quite gentle." He pauses then twists my hair until pain spikes down my spine, "Unless you like pain..."

I arch my back to relieve the pain in my scalp, "No Huntsman, I do not like pain, please."

His free hand teases at the top of my dress, "Such a beautiful dress for such a beautiful woman. But it has lost its usefulness I believe."

I tremble as he grips the fabric and rips it away, it tears easily from all the cuts on it, and then I am bared to his eyes, nothing left to hide my body from him. Even knowing it will not please him I try to cover myself, he twists my hair further back so my back arches even higher and I groan as his mouth descends to my throat, "No please don't. Huntsman please!"

The grip on my hair loosens, he licks along the part of my neck he had bitten, I gasp when he rakes his teeth over the sensitive skin. I press my hands to his bare shoulders, he bites hard and I yank away from him. I roll away from him before he can grip me and I back into the corner my heart beating fear to every inch of my body. He drags a hand through his hair as he stalks nearer to me, I fight the urge to curl into a ball and cry. Instead I stand to face him and focus on the heat in my heart, the heat that alights when he touches me, his eyes are burning with lust, "Do not run from me dearest Snow. I can see how your body responds to me, do not fight it. I can show you much about yourself that you did not previously know, you like the pain I cause, your body burns with desire when I hurt you does it not?"

I wrap my arms around my waist, not realizing it presses my supple breasts close and gives the Huntsman quite a sight, I bite my lip to stem the flow of tears, "No Huntsman." My voice is soft, I keep my eyes upon his as he stalks closer to me, I back away reluctantly my heart thundering with anticipation of something I don't want.

He grabs my shoulders and presses me against the wall, his touch is insistent but he does not hurt me while I give in to his touch. I gasp when he pinches my nipple, he twists gently and I whimper the pain shooting spikes of fire to my groin. He watches me as his fingers trail across my cool skin, he drags his fingers down to the curve of my waist where I am sure bruises are forming from his earlier abuse. He drops his hand away and steps back, "You resist me Snow."

I cover myself and look away, "What would you have me do?" My voice is sharper than I intended and as he thunders toward me I turn my face and wait for the strike. The sound of his fist landing makes me flinch but there is no pain, I look up to see his fist against the wall his body near to me and his eyes cutting along me.

"You do not understand your desire yet, but I shall teach you." His voice is so deep, it strikes something dark inside of me. His power sends a shiver down my legs, "Touch me."

"No." I whisper, the hatred for him bubbling in my chest, this new emotion darkening my very nature.

He slaps his hand against the wall, barring my escape, I keep my gaze upon his and try to keep from trembling as he stares down at me, "Why do you fight so hard my sweet Snow?"

His voice is softer now than it has been, I study his eyes and the desire within them burns the fire in my belly ever brighter. I duck under his arm and try to escape that hot gaze, he grabs my wrist and with a twist I am on my knees. Pain blurs my vision to a sharp white haze, I cry out as he stands over me, his grip is sure as he twists until I am panting and sweat beads on my skin, "I don't want it!" I scream as pain tears into my shoulder, "You will never have me!"

I groan when he drags me to my feet, "You have not even tried, I am merely trying to show you what I have to offer, you must be more compliant or there will be no pleasure in your pain. This will happen regardless of what you wish dearest Snow." He towers over me, his eyes drag over my flesh, "Do you wish it to be only pain? Or would you like for me to show you the pleasure within it?"

I grit my teeth and shake my head, "Please just let me go! I just want to be left alone! Please..."

He grips my chin and forces my gaze to his, "Yet still you do not cry." Every fiber of my being wishes to yank away from him but I resist the urge and remain still under his gaze.

My entire body aches and screams with pain but I glare at him, "I will never cry for a weak man such as yourself, you should be ashamed of your behavior. You can never make me beg for your cock, I will die before I give you the satisfaction."

He smiles wide, and my heart burns with disgust, "Very well sweet Snow, but I will just take everything else you have to offer."

I claw at him when he grabs me, his broad arms opening up in bloody wounds as he forces me to the floor, his body crushing me against the hard grain of the wood. I struggle for all I'm worth, tearing through his flesh with every opportunity but he doesn't even flinch. I buck against him but in an instant he is forcing himself into my body. The world blurs around me but I continue striking out at him, nothing matters if I keep fighting. I bite back a scream as the pain blares between my thighs, his invasion burns, and I am certain he is destroying me.

I bear through the agony of it, there is nothing worse than this moment, everything my father ever taught me is enough to survive this. I know I can survive anything, but it was not enough to prepare me for a moment like this. Pulling myself away from the moment is no easy task but the pain ebbs to a distant part of my mind as I peel my mind away from the moment. I can survive anything...

Huntsman groans and I feel a burning agony explode inside me, the moment of peace is destroyed with the realization that he has cum inside me, forcing his unwanted seed into my body. I heave and what little food in my stomach flows onto the floor, disgust and hatred boils within me, I manage to strike him with my fist. Right in the center of his nose, blood colors his upper lip, and then he hits me. His fist is the last thing I see before the world crashes into darkness.