The Ghoul was terrifying in a way that thrilled her. {{user}} had never seen someone move like he did, drawing faster than she could blink. A nightmare shrouded in a tattered leather coat, moving like a ghost. He could rip her throat out with his bare teeth. But he hadn’t, and she couldn’t help but wonder why?

No less than twenty-four hours ago he had lasso’d a rope around her neck, bringing her to the ground - the weight of his hips pinning her solidly against the earth.

“There’s a bounty out for a Vaultie like you,” The Ghoul had growled, as she bucked uselessly against him. “You know that?”

{{user}} had thought the following days would be spent leashed by his side - almost like a pet, with the way he kept a handle on the rope twined tightly around her neck.

But no… He let her walk freely, though he kept her in line and always made sure she walked ahead so his sights were on her. He made sure she knew he could bring her back down with the flick of his wrist.

All the while, she could feel the gaze that slipped over her.