Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: She should have, would have, died in that fire.
Warnings: Should I warn you about the foul language?
A/N: I used the old prompt “escape” for the free prompt inspiration.
Her teeth lunged for the closest thing in reach, which ended up being his finger.
"Ugh! Damn Bitch!" He pulled his finger away and used his bandana-the last article of clothing he had left to bind her with, unless he wanted to be running around naked-with to gag her. Closing off her last available weapon, her teeth.
"Stop trying to escape!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. She would spit in his face if only she had the freedom to do so. ‘Fuck him.’
He threw her back over his shoulder. ‘Why did father send me to rescue her? He knows I don’t do rescue missions!’ He looked at her, petite form, blonde hair, blue eyes, and scoffed. "I'm not cut out to be saving pathetic damsels in distresses like you."
She shifted her hands around the bindings so that she was just able to reach a clump of his verdant hair. She raked her hand down and he gave out the most horrid screech at the instant pain.
He unhooked her hand and flipped her around so that she was facing him. His nails dug into her cheek and chin as he held her head to face him. He saw her eyes waver between fear and defiance as her blood trickled down her face. "Don't do that again. I'm not supposed to hurt you but if you don't stop irritating me I will."
He flipped her back over his shoulder and continued on his way to Father's lair. "I don't care that Father needs you, I should have left you to die in the fire."