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Thorns (G/t) Chapter 6

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I suddenly flinched as the hand behind me came up further, jolting me out of my thoughts as it rested against my back in an attempt to get me to lean back. Instantly, I crawled forward, away from the incoming hand, but of course I wasn't fast enough. In a second the hand decided to pluck me up, entangling my in a loose fist in front of the giant face.

All of the sudden, I bitterly missed being on that chest.

I squirmed a little in the grip, but quickly gave up, the scrutinizing gaze hammering into me and breaking my bones. He simply grinned, eyes never leaving mine.

“Jeez, I was right. You are a fighter. That should make your time here interesting.”

He laughed a little, for some reason seeming to hope I would laugh to, but I just stared at him blankly, more unamused than I had ever been in my life. His laugh faded into an awkward cough and he looked at me again, biting his lip.

“Well, err, why don't you tell me your name? Calling you ‘human’ all the time must really get on your nerves.”

I blinked at him and he frowned down at me, racking his brain for a way to get me to cooperate. Like he really cared about getting on my nerves. Ha, as if.

“Well my name is Ashton Pierce. Um, I'm 18.”

He looked at me, hoping to urge me on. Nope. He huffed.

“I've got an older brother in college…” He trailed off, still hoping to get something, anything out of me. Nooooope.

“My favorite color is yellow?”

He said the last one like a question, searching my eyes for some glint of relation or desire to even hear about these things I couldn't care less about. The only thing I cared about was getting home. Home…

He groaned loudly and I flinched, ripped from my thoughts and back into reality. Great.

“Oh, come on! I'm trying to be nice! I just want to know your name.”

I looked back at him and bit my cheek stubbornly, refusing to budge.

“Can I guess?”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, taken off guard. He looked at me as though the world depended on that stupid question. Several seconds passed and he continued to look at me questioningly. Was he serious?

I carefully shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. I mean, sure, why the hell not. I had nothing better to do. His frown stretched back into a grin then, and I almost wanted to laugh. This was completely ridiculous. Playing guessing games with a freaking fictional creature.

“Great! Now let's see…”

I sucked in a sharp breath as he, well, Ashton brought me closer to his face, eyes traveling every area of my face, my own eyes partially covered up by disheveled blonde bangs. He stared at me like it was his life's work, like if he took one look away from me his pupils would snap. It made my heart pound dangerously in my chest. I worried that he could hear it.  

I hated that he could do that to me, that he could be so powerful over me and scare me shitless with one simple action. He rid me of any words built up in my throat and left me mute, terrified. I hated his human his name sounded, how I could've met any ol’ person at home named Ashton and not have thought twice about it. I hated it.

“Petunia.” He stated bluntly, a completely serious expression of his face.

Oh dear.

I raised an eyebrow how out of reflex. Did I really look like a Petunia?
How should I even take that?

He noticed my expression and smiled a little bit, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, not Petunia.” He paused again, looking down for a second before gracing back up at me.

“Stephanie?”

I shook my head at him slowly, a slight smile on my face. It felt foreign in this place, smiling. That's when I realized that I hadn't really smiled once since I got here. I mean, why should I? The smile quickly faded.

“Olga.”

“Oh for the love of god, it's Rose. My names Rose.”

I blurted out to both of our surprises. His eyes widened at me, taking a second to absorb the fact that yes, I did indeed say something that wasn't a cry for release or a scream. Amazing.

Ashton continued staring at me like that for several moments and my skin rose in goose bumps, feeling smaller than ever under his heavy, cool gaze. His eyes then began to soften, catching me off guard yet again as his dark eyelashes fanned over his tantalizing gaze, almost as if he was viewing me in a new light. At least I hoped.

“Rose…” He whispered, trying out the name on his tongue. I felt a pang in my chest hearing it roll off, remembering the way my friends would say it, or the way my dad and sister would say it. I'd give anything to hear them call my name this very moment.

Out of nowhere, he began cracking up furiously, shattering the moment completely and I startled in his hand, staring at him with wide eyes. What the hell?

I looked him incredulously as his face began to redden from laughter, tears brimming the edge of his eyes. What exactly was so funny?

“I-I get it.” He snorted, still overcome with laughter.

What?

“Your names Rose, like the flower. And flowers are tiny…and… and YOU’RE tiny too!”

At that last bit he just completely lost his marbles, losing every drop of sanity left that I had thought of him. I could only stay there, wrapped up in his hand with my eyebrows raised, watching this madman laugh at my own damn name.

“AND…and not only are you a flower. You're a rose. You've got THORNS. GET IT, cause you're so FIESTY.”

Another howl of laughter erupted and I stared at him, earning myself another record for being the most unamused I had ever been in my life. Great. I really had been kidnapped by a legitimate crazy person.

I watched as his tomato red face slowly shifted back into a normal person beige, wiping the tears from his eyes and flicking a curl of brown hair from his eye.

“It's funny…” He trailed off snickering, rubbing his eyes for a quick second before returning them back to me. I looked at him blankly.

He paused for a second, waiting for me to bust out laughing because, of course, my name and my current situation were so hilarious.
Once I didn’t, he suddenly stood up, everything whirring into motion so quickly it felt as though somebody had clubbed my brain like a golf ball. I couldn't help but scream at the intensity of it all, and as he finally stood still, the shakiness of everything dying down, he looked down at me.

“Christ, you scream a lot. I told you that you didn't have to be scared, remember, Rose?”

Ashton smirked at me, one dimple digging into his right cheek and I shivered. Oh yeah, tooootally. I'll just get kidnapped by a fucking giant person and be completely chill with my whole damn world being flipped upside down. Oh, and you want to pick me up with absolutely no warning? Go right on ahead. Totally not terrifying. Totally.

I sighed at him in frustration, the joints in my body aching from last night’s fall.

“Well, maybe if you didn't move so damn fast, I could the so scared all the time!”

I scolded rather loudly, flames engulfing my glare at him. He grinned at me slyly. He looked almost content with my outburst, as if it was his goal for me to speak up like that, infuriating me further. Extending his index finger, he playfully poked me in my side.

“Hey, that's not my problem, Rosebud. It's not my fault you’re so bite sized.”

I rolled my eyes, stubbornly squirming in his loose fist and desperately trying to ignore the sharp pang I felt in my chest. Rosebud.  The idea of him coining some weird nickname for me put an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

He poked my cheek with the tip of his finger and I recoiled, skin flushing.

“Now, come on then. I've just started getting you to talk. The least you can do is smile.”

He gave me a toothy grin, looking at me as if I was supposed to follow his lead and my frown deepened.

How about no.

He huffed dramatically, running a hand sloppily through his curls, making them bounce in every direction. His shoulders flexed slightly.

“Well, fine, little miss moody. You're coming with me then.”

My breath caught in my throat as he began moving again, this time turning the door knob with a loud creak and walking out into the halls. I couldn't see much over the slow rhythmic stomps of his booming footsteps, and all I got were flashes of red and yellow walls before another door opened and he took me in, shutting the door quickly behind him. Worry suddenly overtook me. Ashton said it was just him and his father here. Was his father here now?

Oh god, I couldn't deal with yet another giant…


Head pounding, I ignored my anxiety and immediately absorbed my surroundings. Blue tiles lined the walls, a fluffy yellow carpet lying on the large, beige tiles of the floor, aligned next to a looming shower, the kind with a bathtub built into it and a dull, grey shower curtain. The far left was a porcelain white toilet, a fuzzy yellow cover to match the floor. Lying behind a large, rectangular counter, the other side of the bathroom was a marble counter, dipping into a large white sink and below were slick, brown cabinets, the same color as Ashton's hair. I stiffened.

What were we doing in the bathroom?

He walked in with a sigh, plopping onto the toilet seat cover with a groan, still only clothed in dusty red plaid boxers. I was suddenly grateful I only had visual access to his face.

“Alright, well I need to get ready for the day, and I'm sure as hell not leaving you in the room by yourself after the stunt you pulled last night.”

His eyes dug into mine with a sly smirk and I shrunk back, looking away and slightly ashamed for reasons I couldn't out my finger on.

“So, you've got two options. You could hop on in the shower with me…”

His expression deepened darkly and mine reddened, chest feeling like it would collapse.

Me
Naked
Him
Giant
Naked

T o g e t h e r


“No! Nonono, I think I'll pass, really.”

I squeaked, slightly begging. If Ashton wanted me in that shower with him, there was nothing I could really do to stop him. I just had to pray and wish he had just an ounce of decency to let me be on my own. Clothed.
I could just imagine Kyle laughing at my misfortune right now.

He chuckled, eyes sparkling with amusement. I gulped.

“I mean hey, suit yourself. How about option number two, then?”

In a flash, his arm reached over to the sink and flicked the knob on, hot steaming water instantly flowing from the metal nozzle. He clicked the lever behind it shut so that the sink could close, and quickly it began to fill up, steam oozing up from the marble.  He looked back at me.

“Take a bath on your own, in here. Don't worry, I won't peek.”

His eyes glimmered with a wink and I felt weak kneed, like moldable clay putty in his hands. Nothing about being naked in the same room as my own captor sat well with me, but what other choice did I really have? I couldn't deny that a shower would feel like freaking heaven at this point, my bangs already slightly dampened with a day's worth of stress and grease.

I was just about to groan out a comply, when I felt it. A dull, ringing pressure in my lower pelvis, pumping against my bladder.

Oh hell.


I had to freaking pee.
HES GOT A NAME! Ashton, the meanie head buttface, finally has a name~ ha ha Ashton more like ASSton

Anyways we finally get some quality interaction between these two, but alas, bladders ruin everything.
I've always wondered how peeing and all that good shiz would even work in G/t situations like these. Like ew would they have to pee in a sink or something?? Gross.
Rose isn't about that. 

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Of all the times, Rose, you have to pee NOW? Le Gasp