IntriguedLover
Ruby Mistress of Desire
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Character Profile: Abby Walters, Age 40, Brunette, Petite figure.
Character Profile: Becky Walters, Age 18, Dirty Blonde, Petite figure, recent H.S. Grad.
The thunder crashes. Rain pouring in squalls. Wind blowing.
"Becky?! James?! Jason?!" screamed a distraught mother, covered in blood that was not her own. It was that of the courtesy desk clerk that attacked her out of nowhere, trying to bite her. The lights had gone out in the hotel. The only light coming from the storm outside, illuminating the creeping shadows of the walking dead seeking her flesh to feed their insatiable hunger. "Becky?! Come on! Where are you guys?" she turned around, a broken and bloody broom handle in her hand. One shoe on and her dress in a tattered mess. Her hair normally pulled back falling about her face as the wind blows through hotel from broken windows. The hurricane came at such a horrible time. And this mess. "Just what the hell is going on?" she whispered to herself, opening a door she only knew to be the hotel room they all shared.
A large suite with 3 bedrooms adjacent to one another so they would all have their privacy. A large family room so they could come together every now and again at the end of the day after everyone had participated in various hotel 'fun-in-the-sun' activities, as the brochure had promised.
"Fun in the sun, indeed," she muttered looking around the room lit up by another lightning flash. They weren't anywhere to be found. "Where are you guys?" she cried out, tears falling from her eyes. This was all supposed to be some family getaway. Something to allow the family time together before the kids went off to college. One last family outing before Summer was over. Why? Why did this all have to go south like this? She sat on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands as she sobbed to herself.
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"Oh James! This room is huge! And there's a balcony!" Abby exclaimed stepping out to the balcony, dropping the suitcases in the room, just leaving them where they lie.
"Turn around, honey," James said, holding the old fashioned camera that he had bought on eBay up. He smiled looking at his lady. He adjusted the lens just as she turned around.
"Oh hell no, James!" she tried covering her face. "I'm so tired from the flight. You can't expect me to want my picture taken when I look like this!" She stood in the doorway. She moved her fingers to the side, noticing that he wasn't moving an inch. "You're impossible," she said with a smile, moving her arms up and leaning up against the doorway.
"And that's why you love me," he said as he snapped the camera. He looked at the preview on the camera screen before hitting save. At least the camera had been fitted with a memory card drive..
She took a step back. "God, you're going to blind us all with that damn thing. We're not going to need flash. The sun is out and it's going to be out all week. Just enjoy something. Besides, we all have iPhones. We can record and take photos that way. You don't have to go all Chevy Chase on us," she said moving closer to him.
"But don't you get it, Mom. He's always been that way," Becky said walking in the room, dropping her bag, noticing how large the room was. "Oh god, it's so large in here!" the young blonde exclaimed.
Jason walked in dropping his bag and Abby was startled from her memory of the scene by a noise in the hotel room.
She picked up the broom handle and walked into the other bedroom. "Jason? Are you in here?" she called out. She pushed the door open and there was a form in the corner of the room. It was a large form, so it couldn't be Jason.
"James?" she called out. The form was hunched over, seemingly devouring something. It then shot up and turned towards her. "Oh god, Jamesie.." she muttered rushing out to try and close the door to keep him from coming out, but she wasn't strong enough.
"Oh god! Someone help please!" she called out.
"Mom! Move!" came a voice. She looked across the room and Becky was there pointing a gun.
"Becky, where'd you get a gun?!"
"Just move!" she ordered again. She cocked the pin just as Abby jumped out of the way. The door burst open and the turned James roared as he went after them both. Becky burst into tears. "I'm sorry, daddy.." she said, her hair wet and sticking to her face as she pulled the trigger, the bullet bursting through his head. His body dropping to the floor.
Character Profile: Becky Walters, Age 18, Dirty Blonde, Petite figure, recent H.S. Grad.
The thunder crashes. Rain pouring in squalls. Wind blowing.
"Becky?! James?! Jason?!" screamed a distraught mother, covered in blood that was not her own. It was that of the courtesy desk clerk that attacked her out of nowhere, trying to bite her. The lights had gone out in the hotel. The only light coming from the storm outside, illuminating the creeping shadows of the walking dead seeking her flesh to feed their insatiable hunger. "Becky?! Come on! Where are you guys?" she turned around, a broken and bloody broom handle in her hand. One shoe on and her dress in a tattered mess. Her hair normally pulled back falling about her face as the wind blows through hotel from broken windows. The hurricane came at such a horrible time. And this mess. "Just what the hell is going on?" she whispered to herself, opening a door she only knew to be the hotel room they all shared.
A large suite with 3 bedrooms adjacent to one another so they would all have their privacy. A large family room so they could come together every now and again at the end of the day after everyone had participated in various hotel 'fun-in-the-sun' activities, as the brochure had promised.
"Fun in the sun, indeed," she muttered looking around the room lit up by another lightning flash. They weren't anywhere to be found. "Where are you guys?" she cried out, tears falling from her eyes. This was all supposed to be some family getaway. Something to allow the family time together before the kids went off to college. One last family outing before Summer was over. Why? Why did this all have to go south like this? She sat on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands as she sobbed to herself.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Oh James! This room is huge! And there's a balcony!" Abby exclaimed stepping out to the balcony, dropping the suitcases in the room, just leaving them where they lie.
"Turn around, honey," James said, holding the old fashioned camera that he had bought on eBay up. He smiled looking at his lady. He adjusted the lens just as she turned around.
"Oh hell no, James!" she tried covering her face. "I'm so tired from the flight. You can't expect me to want my picture taken when I look like this!" She stood in the doorway. She moved her fingers to the side, noticing that he wasn't moving an inch. "You're impossible," she said with a smile, moving her arms up and leaning up against the doorway.
"And that's why you love me," he said as he snapped the camera. He looked at the preview on the camera screen before hitting save. At least the camera had been fitted with a memory card drive..
She took a step back. "God, you're going to blind us all with that damn thing. We're not going to need flash. The sun is out and it's going to be out all week. Just enjoy something. Besides, we all have iPhones. We can record and take photos that way. You don't have to go all Chevy Chase on us," she said moving closer to him.
"But don't you get it, Mom. He's always been that way," Becky said walking in the room, dropping her bag, noticing how large the room was. "Oh god, it's so large in here!" the young blonde exclaimed.
Jason walked in dropping his bag and Abby was startled from her memory of the scene by a noise in the hotel room.
She picked up the broom handle and walked into the other bedroom. "Jason? Are you in here?" she called out. She pushed the door open and there was a form in the corner of the room. It was a large form, so it couldn't be Jason.
"James?" she called out. The form was hunched over, seemingly devouring something. It then shot up and turned towards her. "Oh god, Jamesie.." she muttered rushing out to try and close the door to keep him from coming out, but she wasn't strong enough.
"Oh god! Someone help please!" she called out.
"Mom! Move!" came a voice. She looked across the room and Becky was there pointing a gun.
"Becky, where'd you get a gun?!"
"Just move!" she ordered again. She cocked the pin just as Abby jumped out of the way. The door burst open and the turned James roared as he went after them both. Becky burst into tears. "I'm sorry, daddy.." she said, her hair wet and sticking to her face as she pulled the trigger, the bullet bursting through his head. His body dropping to the floor.
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