<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">There was never a time in Isra's life where she expected something and it didn't happen. She never attempted to expect anything, because she knew she would be let down regardless. But there were some odd moments when things she had never expected came crashing into her life. She hated those moments. They had no business treading on a path she walked alone. They made her mad- since usually it resulted in her being unable to control the situation. And as long as she had lived and realized it, one had to always be in charge of a situation. Otherwise you let yourself fall easily into the mercy of an enemy. <br/><br/>Isra hated mercy. She didn't want to need it, lest she feel completely useless like the Warden had always told her she was. Needless to say, when the stranger suddenly turned on her and grabbed her hand tightly in split-second inhuman speed, her mind drew an instant blank. Nothing could have prepared her for what was about to happen.<br/><br/>Now prevented from leaving and stuck listening to his lecture- which sounded more than insane, and was quite honestly annoying- she muttered under her icy breath, "Damn it..." Isra was nothing more or less than a ticking time bomb by now. His actions were more than repulsive. Visibly her left hand twitched with an intense desire to punch him right in his snarky face for messing with her. No one grabbed her and ever got away with it. But as he continued speaking, her attention shifted from the grip on her hand to the content of his speech. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Obviously she had misjudged him- drunk. He had to be drunk. He wasn't making any sense! In a pickle? She had never even heard such an amusing excuse for quite some time, and had the situation not been disturbing her deep inside, she would have laughed out loud. Her eyes also watched as he seemed to be searching her person for something.<span style="font-style: italic"> 'What a creep,'</span> She thought in irritation, shifting slightly from the uncomfortable glance-over. <br/><br/>As he continued to speak and mentioned that she would be his servant as long as he lived, her eyes narrowed. He mentioned that he knew things about her that she didn't want others to know. Then he continued by saying her fighting would only be futile. Gradually a scowl of pure anger slipped over and replaced her neutral cold features and in the back of her head a voice was urging her to snap. How dare he insult her and try to get into the back of her mind like that! Her life and her business were hers and hers alone. At that moment she also realized that he must have been the cause of her unease the past few days. But before she could release the venomous words on the tip of her tongue, a scorching pain hit her hand as though she'd been shot. "DAMN!" The pain shot up through her arm as her hand burned intensely. Quickly her left hand shot out and grasped at his arm, trying to pry his hand off her own. But his arm wouldn't budge, and the pain didn't ease, either.<br/><br/>A cold fiery gaze shot back to meet his own while he finished his monologue, and her heart rate seemed to freeze in place. The sharp glinting fangs seemed to pierce the thin veil of reality she had been holding onto since she ran into this guy. She refused to believe anything this so-called Lancier said. This wasn't normal. <span style="font-style: italic">He</span> wasn't normal. Despite the fear that was making her unsure of her actions, she forced herself to fight back. There was no way she'd let this guy win. Not without her struggling every step of the way. "First of all, <span style="font-style: italic">pal</span>, I am not your<span style="font-style: italic"> 'little friend'</span> nor am I <span style="font-style: italic">cute</span>!" She spat at him in disgust. "Second of all, you've gotta think you're pretty 'high-and-mighty' to be telling me some crap like that! Let me go or I'll make sure you regret it!"<br/>Naturally, like a wolf trapped in a corner, she turned around angry and snarling. She had to get out of here, and she had to do it now. Who knew what was up with this... thing?<br/><br/>{Yup! It's perfect c:} </span></div>