Defenceless

A more fantastical piece, about a brave knight who might have taken on a villain who was more than they bargained for...

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Your fight with this villain had been going for some time, and your sword was heavy in your hand. Still, they dodged, backing away, leading you on a chase all over the room. You stopped, still holding your guard, breathing heavily, when, finally, they spoke.

“Very good knight, you’ve done so well, hunting me down in all that heavy armour, that burdensome equipment. You’ve had such a long journey, and now you’ve been doing so well trying to capture me. Aren’t you tired?”

Their words sounded so sweet, so soft. The cloying sweet smell that filled the room was making your head swim. But you stood tall, firm, even as your muscles ached, and your mind felt fuzzy. Were they always standing so close to you?

“Come fair knight, won’t you take a moment to rest with me? I assure you that I won’t try to run. You’ve got me, fair and square, I couldn’t possibly desire to run from someone such as yourself. Just relax with me a while, and then you can take me away.”

It did sound like a good idea. To just rest. To just relax, with them, surely it wouldn’t- No. That’s what they wanted you to do. You couldn’t give in. With a roar, you lunged forward, sword thrusting towards them. They easily stepped aside and pulled your arm forwards.

Off-balance, you stumbled, and crashed to the ground. Quick as a flash, they were on top of you, straddling your back as you struggled, and failed to get off of the ground, your energy spent, your mind too fuzzy to think straight, as your own thoughts seemed to turn against you.

“Oh, what’s wrong hero? Is all that heavy armour weighing you down?” Yes, it is

“Why don’t you take it off? I’m sure you’ll have the strength to fight then!” Must strip, must be naked

“Oh, hand me your sword, that’s much too heavy for you right now.” You didn’t protest, just handed it over.

And as you unfastened your armour, with their help, you could feel your body becoming lighter, more floaty. Just as your mind was becoming lighter, and more floaty. So easy, so carefree. You could barely remember your own name, let alone why you came here.

But it must have something to do with this wonderful person who was helping you get undressed, who was touching you so sweetly, caressing your body as their voice caressed your mind, unwinding your stress and your thoughts, leaving you defenceless before them.