AlysaNewport
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Her eyes opened slowly only to feel the burning of the bright light, she squinted so that her eyes would adjust to the light, however, upon hearing his voice she opened them taking the slight pain for a sight she welcomed. “Taylor!” she whispered pushing herself to an upright position. Her head felt thick slightly hard to think, “Must have been a good one, my head has the weight of a bowling ball.” She brought her hands up and slightly lowered her head into the waiting palms of her hands. “Ugggh,” she managed to whisper as the bruising and soreness settled into her body. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a mach truck.”
She lifted her head and locked her gaze upon him. “Are you ok… They wouldn’t tell me anything for hours, I didn’t know if you died, being beaten, or anything.” She swallowed hard, “Then when they did they wouldn’t let me see you.” she placed her hand on his lap, her gaze looking over where the wound would be. “Her other hand lightly pulling upon his shirt looking at the bandage as if making sure they did it right.” closing her eyes slightly, “I thought you were going to die in that cab. Then when they came and tried to take you, I did everything I could to stop them, but I’m no Jane Bond either. Mr. Bond!” she looked at him with a smirk smile. “I’m glad you’re ok… No I’m hysterically happy that you’re ok, just too sore to show it.” She smiled at him rubbing her upper arm.
Her face turned serious for a moment, whispering, “Can you tell me anything of what is going on? If not, can you tell me if I’m safe and not in any trouble?” Her hand subconsciously began to rub his thigh. Her eyes gazed around the room, “And where are we?” She looked at him closer now then she did before. He was handsome in a roguish way, secretive by force of habit. Cold, calculating tools of the trade, but in all honesty she liked him.
She looked up toward the camera then back to him. “Ty! What’s going to happen to me?” she looked at him with a serious I need to know look. “I’ve been treated ok, but I’m still scared.” she admitted openly. “I just want to go home.” she whispered then smiled trying to break the fear, “Yeah I know, I have to do this and I will be free in just a few more moments!” she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “See I’m getting to know you quite well.” She chucked..
She lifted her head and locked her gaze upon him. “Are you ok… They wouldn’t tell me anything for hours, I didn’t know if you died, being beaten, or anything.” She swallowed hard, “Then when they did they wouldn’t let me see you.” she placed her hand on his lap, her gaze looking over where the wound would be. “Her other hand lightly pulling upon his shirt looking at the bandage as if making sure they did it right.” closing her eyes slightly, “I thought you were going to die in that cab. Then when they came and tried to take you, I did everything I could to stop them, but I’m no Jane Bond either. Mr. Bond!” she looked at him with a smirk smile. “I’m glad you’re ok… No I’m hysterically happy that you’re ok, just too sore to show it.” She smiled at him rubbing her upper arm.
Her face turned serious for a moment, whispering, “Can you tell me anything of what is going on? If not, can you tell me if I’m safe and not in any trouble?” Her hand subconsciously began to rub his thigh. Her eyes gazed around the room, “And where are we?” She looked at him closer now then she did before. He was handsome in a roguish way, secretive by force of habit. Cold, calculating tools of the trade, but in all honesty she liked him.
She looked up toward the camera then back to him. “Ty! What’s going to happen to me?” she looked at him with a serious I need to know look. “I’ve been treated ok, but I’m still scared.” she admitted openly. “I just want to go home.” she whispered then smiled trying to break the fear, “Yeah I know, I have to do this and I will be free in just a few more moments!” she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “See I’m getting to know you quite well.” She chucked..