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Part one: Running
I ran away as fast as my skirt would allow. I didnt look back to know i was being followed. He didnt have to be physically there to know where i was.the manacles still attached to my wrist, where the broken chains hung limply, chafed against my scabbed and bleeding wrists. the broken chain jingled softly in the chill air. I rubbed my arms from the cool, and watched my breath fog the air.
I hopped a fallen log and heard my floor length purple skirt rip to above my knees.
the sound brought back a horrible recollection.
I ran and ran through the halls of the mansion, fast gasps rushed past my chapped lips, scorching my throat dry.
His pounding steps echoed from behind, as he stomped up the stairs with his uncanny speed. His rage pushed him further, and faster, as he leaped, with odd silence, in front of me. my heavy skirts hindered me further, not being strong or fast. being human.
I turned, my train flowing behind me, and my slippered feet softly slapping the midnight black marble floor. He lunged, and grabbed the back of my corset through the filmy lace that the servants had given me. that He had given me.
He yanked and pulled me backwards.His arms came around me and held me to his muscular chest. I pushed feebly, and somehow managed to turn around.
His other hand roamed down to my thighs, and i felt the heat through the satin cloth. His hand fisted and yanked, ripping the skirt up past my knees and practically to the top hem around my waist. The satin whispered as it fell to the floor from His hands.the hand now roamed freely aver my now clammy skin.
I gasped and shivered as the cool air clung to me and He pushed me to the cold floor. I struggled and struggled but my quiet denies were only pushing His frenzy and lust further.
...should i go on?? pm me to BEG!!!!
 Confictura · Sat Jun 27, 2009 @ 04:06am · 2 Comments |
