TaintedHeart
Really Really Experienced
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- Mar 25, 2005
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Still here? Phoebe could have fallen back to sleep and never have woken again, had she known it would have been more than difficult to do that, now that she knew he was in the room, and rather, right on top of her. But there was something more...he was more than on top of her. Feeling the cold running of her blood, her eyes fluttered open involuntarily as she blinked a few times, clearing a cloudy gaze, taming that panic before it got the best of her. What was he doing? What had happened? Her mind began to reseek the previous happenings, unsure what time of day, or rather, what day in general it was. And, very unexpected, Phoebe could not recall a single event that had happened, past that 'lesson' she'd received.
As much as she wished not to hear his words, she did none the less, remaining silent as she shifted uncomfortably, noticing now that it was not her imagination, and that he was hardening inside her. Phoebe shifted once more, not wanting to move around too much, her muscles and body sore and aching from the position she was made to sleep in, and that lesson of course, playing a major role. Though she had no intentions on trying anything half as foolish, after realizing how short a temper this crazy man had, and how the smallest of things would get her a 'lesson'. He could do with a good few himself, but nothing upon her said that. The refusing muscles did not want to move much for her, even the smallest of things drawing a sparkling numb pain as she watched him now.
How strange it was that she'd lost all of that built up anger she'd been holding before, but she could no longer recall much of anything to be angry about, other than her 'lesson'. But still, Phoebe had a feeling it would be signing her insanity to even think that she would be found here, so apparently, she'd have to learn to at least tolerate this man. Studying him for a few more moments, her eyes no longer holding that sore feeling from tears she finally found the words to speak, keeping them polite and undemanding.
"Could you take these off...please?" She indicated to the hand cuffs still holding her to the bed, watching him with some what pleading eyes as she lay there.
As much as she wished not to hear his words, she did none the less, remaining silent as she shifted uncomfortably, noticing now that it was not her imagination, and that he was hardening inside her. Phoebe shifted once more, not wanting to move around too much, her muscles and body sore and aching from the position she was made to sleep in, and that lesson of course, playing a major role. Though she had no intentions on trying anything half as foolish, after realizing how short a temper this crazy man had, and how the smallest of things would get her a 'lesson'. He could do with a good few himself, but nothing upon her said that. The refusing muscles did not want to move much for her, even the smallest of things drawing a sparkling numb pain as she watched him now.
How strange it was that she'd lost all of that built up anger she'd been holding before, but she could no longer recall much of anything to be angry about, other than her 'lesson'. But still, Phoebe had a feeling it would be signing her insanity to even think that she would be found here, so apparently, she'd have to learn to at least tolerate this man. Studying him for a few more moments, her eyes no longer holding that sore feeling from tears she finally found the words to speak, keeping them polite and undemanding.
"Could you take these off...please?" She indicated to the hand cuffs still holding her to the bed, watching him with some what pleading eyes as she lay there.
