forum Forbidden Love Anyone? (Closed)

Started August 20, 2019 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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"Maybe because I'll taste better if I'm happy, I'm sure that happy people taste better, And if it looked nicer may be I wouldn't try to escape, I might feel bad for breaking things on my way out the vines." She snapped.

"Happiness has nothing to do with taste. And you won't be reaching the vines. Even if you got out of your chains, which is highly unlikely seeing that you are human, my cave isn't simply a tunnel. It's simply on part of a much larger system. You'd die of starvation before you found an exit. Of course, the vines are the only way out, thanks to me, and only my magic can move them." Falhorn crossed his legs, looking down at Cleo.
"Though by all means, try to escape. I like fast food." He chuckled, looking at Cleo's clothes.

Cleo, suddenly felt extremely self conscious, "I'm a distance runner not a sprinter." She said defiantly, "At least I don't look like I time traveled from the 17th century." She countered

"Eighteenth-century darling, I'm not that old." Falhorn was slightly miffed. He pulled his chair closer to Cleo, and he looked into her eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing, the color changing every so often.

Cleo stared right back, His eye's were shifting pools of color, never staying the same for too long, they were mesmerizing. Here's were lifeless in comparison, colorless and dull. She should look away, this man had just kidnapped her, he was clearly evil, but she couldn't help but stare back into his rainbow eye's.

Falhorn smirked when he confirmed that he had Cleo mesmerized with his eyes. It wasn't hypnotism, but it had around the same effect to a lesser degree.
"So," he purred, almost flirtatious, "What's your name?"

"Well I could tell you…" she said with a similar tone of voice, "But is seems a little unfair that You know my name I don't know yours doesn't it." She replied twisting a strand of hair around her fingers.

"If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours? Seeing as we'll be spending a lot of time together." Falhorn gave a brilliant smile, leaning forward towards Cleo. He almost seemed nice, in that position and with that smile. Like he really was like the unicorns Cleo had heard of.

Cleo raised an eyebrow and grinned, "Well that does sound like a deal doesn't it, however there's no guarantee you'll keep up your end once I've reveled my name." She leaned towards him, "I can't lose my one bargaining chip like that."

Falhorn chuckled.
"Bargaining chip? What do you mean by that? I don't need to know your name. Girl would suffice just as well." He smirked, patting Cleo's head.

"Hmm, But I wont answer to girl, I'm not a girl, I am a woman , and don't call me that either, It's rude and degrading." She gave up on trying to win this battle, after all chances are she would lose given her current track record, "My name is Cleo."

"Well, Cleo, my name is Falhorn." He smiled, patting her head once more before pulling his hand away. Cleo was much more entertaining than his last maiden.

Cleo shook her head clearing it, what ever trick that unicorn was using needed to stop, it was messing with her head making her think he was cute or something. "So do I just sit here now for like… until I die because I need movement if that's going to last very long, also sustenance would be nice."

"Well," Falhorn said, standing, "have you had breakfast yet? I know I haven't." He walked over to the oven lighting it with a match.

"Well you can't run on an empty stomach I'm not stupid, but it wasn't exactly something that could pull me through more then an hour or two." She replied, indirectly answering the question.

Falhorn nodded, humming quietly as he got a pot out.
"Hope you like oatmeal," he said, "Because that's all I have right now."

"I'm a runner, we'll eat just about anything." She admitted. She turned her attention back to her chains, maybe when the unicorn guy left she could do the movie thing and use a bobby pin to unlock them.

Falhorn started making homemade oatmeal, pausing when he went for the flavoring ingredients.
"Do you have any allergies?" He asked.

"I think I'm allergic to unicorn's and being chained up by them you should probably take these off of me before I break out in sarcasm." Cleo answered, holding up her shacked wrists.

Falhorn rolled his eyes, tossing a handful blueberries into the oatmeal.
"You're much better than the last maiden who was here," He noted aloud.

"Well I'm glad one of us is entertained." She mumbled loudly. If the bobby pin didn't work she might have to strangle herself with the chains. " You know if I were a normal human being who owned a phone I wouldn't be stuck in the situation."

"Well lucky me," Falhorn said.
"Do you like your oatmeal thicker or thinner?"

"Falhorn, I'm trapped in a cave with a man I don't know, chained to a wall, do you think I care how thick my Oatmeal is?" Cleo asked exasperated, "Don't you think there are a few different things I could be worrying about?"

"I mean, you could if you wanted to I suppose." Deeming the oatmeal done, Falhorn ladled some into a bowl, walking back over to Cleo.
"Now, I'm going to unchain one of your hands; this is going to be a test of sorts. If you behave, you'll get to feed yourself from now on. If you don't, I'm gonna feed you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Cleo stared straight into his eye's, " Crystal." She held out her right hand to be unshackled.