Nyx || Mentions: Blade

Nyx nearly fell down this time, catching herself. She grabbed her bottom jaw, moving it up and down, wincing as it was becoming sore. She sent a nasty angry look at him, wiping her lips, a drop or two of blood smeared across her hand. She looked at the blood, and her eyes instantly brightened up again, a darker shade of her eye's colors circling her pupils. "Why would I tell you? The ones who keeps punching me!" She yelled, her eyes twitching, and she took a step back, holding her hand against her head, and one on her stomach. "Douche bag. Giving me a damn migraine already," she groaned, her teeth grinding against one another.

Nyx righted herself, now leaning against a wall, and she eased out her rushed breathing and glared at Blade. "Why must you know sooo badly about the child? Just rip it out of me now if your dying to," she threatened, her eyes locked on him.

Blade I I Mentions: Nyx

She didn't give him her answer once again and it made him even more angry. He suddenly came at her, wrapping both of his hands around her throat. He pressed her against the wall, eyes staring into hers as he tightened his grip on her neck. He leaned in close to her, lips almost touching hers.

"Listen to me, if you refuse to answer another damn question I'll kill you regardless of your baby." He said coldly, eyes flashing again. He took one hand off her neck and shoved her to the side by her neck with the other hand. He had released her neck, but his hands left a mark behind. He walked over to a door, opening it and pointing inside. "Go inside, don't come out until I say you can. No escaping." He was using his persuasion that time, almost burning his energy out.
Inside the room was not like the rest of the warehouse. It was brightly painted, a rug covered most of the concrete floor. It had a bed, which had nice and clean bedding, along with a crib in the corner. Why? Well Blade won't talk about it. It even had a TV. He stared back at Nyx, waiting for her to walk in the room and not be able to come out.

Nyxs pulse began to rise high, and extremley fast. She could almost feel the air being forced out of her, nothing coming back in return. Her hands began frantically trying to pull his hands away, but it was no use. When he leaned in close, her eyes widened in near fear, and she tried to pull away, her nerves in a constant race to get out of the situation. Her chest and stomach was heaving, and she opened her mouth attempting to gulp in air. She was shoved to the side, hitting her head on a frame. When she was released she bent over quickly, gasping for air, she held her throat, and squeezed her eyes shut. She needed help, without her powers, and with his persuasion she was helpess and completely outranked. She was beginning to become worried for her childs sake, and she shivered, her legs shook slightly, but stopped when she heard a door creak open.

Nyx looked up at Blade with a look of pure hatred, the look of a person who wished death upon everything in their sight. Her eyes streaked in water, she grinded her teeth. She stood up wobbly at first, but she collected herself, and wrapped her arms around her, walking halfway through the door. She looked at Blade, "Now I know why your completely alone," she empahized on the word "alone" with a menacing hiss, and grabbed the door handle, slamming the door. She walked over to the wall beside the door, and leaned against it, her head tilted towards the ceiling. Her eyes were closes, and her legs were shaking. Tears streamed down her face, and she slowly slid down the ground, her head in her palms gthat rested on her knees. "What the actual fuck," she hissed.

Blade I I Mentions: Nyx

He shrugged, watching her slam the door. He felt no remorse towards his despicable actions, he didn't really care. He walked over to the small kitchen he managed to put in the warehouse. He grabbed some cheese, bread and Mac and cheese mix from the fridge, then started to cook some stuff. He wasn't the best at it, but he was able to make 2 grilled cheeses and two boxes of Mac and cheese. He really loved cheese if you couldn't tell. He also filled a glass with water and grabbed a soda can which he stuck in his pocket. He then proceeded to go back to the room, knocking on the door. He opened the door moments later, peeking inside to see the woman looking very upset and cowering against a wall. His eyes changed to show some concern and he set the food and drinks down on a small end table before going over to see her. He gently touched her arm, the exact opposite of how he had earlier.
"Are you hurt?" He asked her, looking over her and sitting on the floor close to her. He was different, he felt safer now. He did that though, being outside and seeing Ibex had scared him, now he felt comfortable and safe.

Nyx watched out of the corner of her eye as Blade walked in with food and water, and her face expressed a rather disgusted face. When he walked over, she scooched back, eventually hitting the wall. As he touched her arm, she flinched and jerked it back. "Are you hurt?" She scoffed, "Your kidding me, right?" She held her head up, showing her red neck, and flung the back of her hand into view were he sliced the top, thin layer of skin. "Yes. I am hurt. Thanks to our wonderful host, Blade," she hissed, glaring at him.

Nyx stood up quickly, heading over towards the bed, watching him closely, glaring at him with a venemous look. "If your going to keep me prisoner here, give me space and stick with one of your demented personalities," she sat down on the bed, not even attempting to eat the food or drink the water. For all she knew, it could have been poisoned, laced with venom.

Blade I I Mentions: Nyx

Blade watched her draw away from him. She was right to be scared of him, wasn't that what he wanted? He didn't really know anymore. He watched her closely, eyes studying her. He wouldn't hurt her in this room, the room was a safe space.
"The food isn't poisoned. I wouldn't go through all the trouble to get you here and then poison you. That would be stupid. Look." He said, walking over to it and helping himself to a bite of it and sip of water. He shrugged, turning away from her. He was about to leave the room and get something for her injuries and he paused.
"Did Ibex raise you too? Did you have a mother or father?" He suddenly asked, looking at her with an unreadable expression. His muscles had tended now at the mention of Ibex. He was truthfully quite terrified of Ibex, along with having an intense hated of them. He looked away, back at the door.

Nyx || Mentions: Blade

"Your insane. You know that?" Nyx crossed her arms over her chest, moving towards the end up the bed, tossing the pillow against the wall, and leaning against it. "Just get the hell out. If your going to be so 'nice' and 'kind' to me all of a sudden, do me a kindness," she sighed, then rose her voice, "and get..the..fuck OUT." She pointed to the door, "I don't give a shit about apologies, or acceptence or whatever you have in mind. Just get out and leave me be."

Nyx was upset, angry and extremley ticked off. She looked over towards the food and water, then back at him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her eating and drinking his resources. No. She refused to. Her nerves were acting up, and the baby was not happy apparently. It moved around, causing her to be uneasy and uncomfortable. She looked at Blade again, and shook her head.

Nyx || Mentions: Blade

Nyx sighed in relief when he went out with no fuss, and began to slunk downwards. Maybe she would pretend to take a nap..and he would walk over and she'd snap his neck... but no, he came in just a few moments later. She tighented up, and hurried into the corner of the bed, her eyes locked on him. He put a heating pack, and an ice pack on the bed, and she grabbed them, examining them. She glanced back at him, and took a few deep breaths, but couldn't hold it in. "Your fucking delusional!" She chucked the packs at the wall a few feet from his head, denting the wall, "What the hell is wrong with you!? You nearly choke me to death, threaten to carve my child out from my stomach, and give me food, water and packs, acting like a good boy?" Her words were covered in acid, a menacing growl eminating from her lungs.

Nyx's fists coiled, sending a death stare to Blade. She was fed up with this act, and glanced to the bed frame. She reached under it, looking for one of the wooden support boards that held the matress, she found one, and began to rip it out from under the bed, pulling up a dark colored, sharp edged wood stake looking thing.