Vanilla Dances for him

Where are we?

“We’re in Hornsham forest,” Vanilla answered the voice in her head.

Zangard looked around at the trees, the birds in them. He looked up at the clear sky and the thousands of stars up above.

Give me specifics, north side, east, west?

“Maybe twenty miles from the southern clearing.”

“Near Novilla?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll guess we’ll head there first.”

Vanilla gulped. She had a reputation as a thief in Novilla. Normally it’d be fine, as she’d be able to keep a low profile, but with Zangard as her captor, that might not be so easy. She’d evaded the authorities for a long time, maybe her luck was about to run out. Perhaps she deserved this, for all her wrongdoing over the years.

They headed through the woods for a while, before stopping to rest.

Sit.

Vanilla sat beside Zangard, looking around at the woods.

“What food do you have?”

“Just some jerky in my bag.”

“Give me some. I don’t need to eat, but I like the taste.”

Vanilla handed him a strip of it, and he bit into it, chewing and savouring it.

“It’s been so long since I tasted food. It’s been a while since I’ve had company too. Perhaps you can entertain me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking.” The creases in Zangard’s face were deeper as he smirked at her.

“Is it not enough that you’re keeping me captive?” She folded her arms. “How do you wish me to entertain you?”

“Dance for me.”

“I don’t dance.”

Dance for me.

She saw the red in his eyes as he said it. Immediately, she was on her feet.

Vanilla's body moved against her will, swaying to an invisible melody that she assumed only Zangard could hear. She stepped sideways and backwards gracefully, then twirled, feeling a surge of panic as she realized the extent of Zangard's control over her. The forest echoed with her **** movements, the leaves whipped up by the wind.

Zangard watched with a twisted smile, revelling in his power over her. The dance continued, each step a testament to his dominance. With every step and twist, Vanilla's heart raced with a mixture of fear and anger. She glared at him as she swayed her arm. It seemed the dance was becoming more sensual the longer it went on.

As the dance came to an end, Vanilla stumbled and fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Zangard stood over her, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Not bad, Vanilla. But you still have much to learn."

She glared up at him, defiance flickering in her eyes. "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

“It has been a long time since I used my power. You’re just my test subject. How about another dance?”

“No way.”

Zangard sighed. “Alas. If you had agreed, I wouldn’t have to **** you. Now let’s make this one a little more exotic.”

Dance.

Vanilla rose to her feet again, dancing on the spot, this time her moves were much more exaggerated. She moved like one of those belly dancers back in Octoton.

Zangard watched with a smirk on his lips as Vanilla's body moved in ways she never thought possible. Her hips swayed, arms lifted gracefully above her head, and her feet tapped out a rhythm that seemed to echo through the forest. Vanilla's mind screamed for her to stop, but her body continued to obey Zangard's command, lost in the dance she never wanted to perform. The anger on her face continued to show for Zangard. He could make her do what she wanted, but she didn’t have to like it.

Despite the fear and anger bubbling beneath the surface, there was a spark of defiance in the way she moved, a hint of rebellion in her gaze as she locked eyes with Zangard.