Ice Heart (part 3)

I gasped, inhaling deeply. I felt a stinging sensation pulse through my finger. There was something sharp in his pocket. A blade! I looked down at my finger and my eyes met with a trail of fresh blood pouring down from my fingertip. I bit my tongue to mask the pain but I hid nothing.

He spun me round quickly at the sound of my deep exhale. Placing his hand on my cheek, he drew his finger across my lip. We shared an intimate stare. Slowly moving his hand away from my face, he pulled my wrist to his face. I clasped my hand tight, attempting to conceal the blood on my hands.

I failed.

“You can’t hide from me, Elizabeth. No one can.” He prised my wound to his mouth, the blood lightly staining his lips. To my surprise, he took my finger in his mouth, gently sucking the blood from it. The warmth of his tongue made my body tingle. I could feel the heat of his hand seeping through my spine, as he gripped my waist tight. Inhaling quietly, he trapped my finger in his jaw.

He closed his eyes. I stared at him wide-eyed. He was calm. I was nervous.

I was trapped. He held my finger to his lips, admiring my delicate touch; opening his eyes, he returned my hand to me, pushing it fiercely to my chest. I was afraid. I didn’t understand. He was so confusing. All these thoughts running through my head forced me to flinch back; my breath quickened to what felt like a thousand breaths a minute. The deep freezing icey air peeled my eyes shut before I could begin to imagine them opening again to see his face, my ears caught sound of a voice “Don’t you trust me, Elizabeth?” I opened my eyes; he was gone, but I still heard his voice thunder through my ears. “Do you tremble before me, little girl?” the voice bellowed again, it came from higher ground.

Hundreds of choruses of the same voice surrounded me from every direction, urging me to fear. Piercing my skull, each verse ran around in my mind. I dropped to my knees pleading for the pain to stop. Huge gusts of wind circled around me blowing the trails of blood from my ears off my face and winding leaves in challenging turbines around the podium. Ten frail innocent blackbirds plunged to the ground; they penetrated, one by one, through a sharp blade of ice, their blood spilling across the frozen water. I stared up to where the first voice appeared from and screamed in sight of one titanic ice boulders charging toward me. I can’t sustain this agony any longer. Spare me.

“Make it stop! I beg of you, Argon, please!”