Friday, January 15, 2016

Treacherous Impulses: Day 11

Word Count: 66,014

Summary of Events:
Hilton didn't sleep, and was tormented by the temptation of Mackenzie's sleeping figure, unable to stop thinking about her and eventually kissed her. When Mackenzie woke up Hilton confessed to kissing her and demonstrated for her, which she found a stunning experience. They went out for brunch where Hilton noticed that one of the waitresses was being threatened and came to her defence. After they finished eating they found and followed the kidnappers, who appeared to have figured out they were being followed and tried to scare Hilton and Mackenzie off.

Excerpt of the Day:
"The waitress was standing at one table, whose occupants Hilton couldn't see, and she looked like she was uncomfortable. He could hear aggravated voices coming from the table, and he didn't like that either.
A figure surged up from the table and grabbed the waitress by her shoulder roughly, it looked like he was holding a knife to her throat. Hilton went to get up, but stopped at Mackenzie's touch.
"Leave it alone," she said.
"No," Hilton replied, pulling his arm out from her hand.
He got fully to his feet, ran the two steps to cross the space between their table and the booth table behind which the angry men were hiding, leapt up onto the edge of the booth seat on his side with one foot, used his other foot to propel himself off the table and into the air.
A cry sounded and the man with the knife turned, angling his blade, ready to strike Hilton. Reaching out his hand, Hilton wrapped it around the wrist of the man's knife hand as he came down.
Due to the man's position on the booth bench Hilton ended up going down and flipping over. His legs hit hard and he felt something sharp on his cheek: the knife, he was sure.
Hilton pulled his left arm away from himself — taking the man's knife hand with it — and felt a stinging pain across his cheek. He wrenched the man's hand until he heard a metallic clatter and the man cried in agony.
Pushing himself up, Hilton snapped his hand out and took the knife. He spun it around in his fingers and aimed it at the man. The man reached out his hand for Hilton's wrist, but Hilton succeeded in getting the knife up to the man's throat.
Quickly he used his free hand to pin the man's shoulder to the floor. He lowered himself down so his face was in the man's face, his eyes locked on the man's eyes, his teeth bared.
"That is no way to treat a woman," Hilton growled.
The man gazed at Hilton with wide, somewhat wild eyes.
Hilton's left hand slipped a little.
The man uttered a shriek that caused Hilton to recoil. He saw drops of blood on the man's face like they'd fallen from somewhere.
Instantly Hilton reached up his right hand and touched his left cheek. It came away red. That explained the stinging.
Hilton backed off with the knife and saw a thin red line across the man's neck.
"I should hope you don't forget this," Hilton said, collecting himself to sit on his knees.
"No sir," the man said, shaking his head vehemently, his body trembling.
Hilton got to his feet, keeping his hold secure on the knife."

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