River_Song
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- Jun 14, 2013
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It had been awhile since Shay had been outside of the little apartment. It had been two years to be exact. She could always see outside through the bay window. The trees when the leaves turned to summer, and then autumn. She could see the bright green grass along with the pretty rose bushes the neighbors had. When she got done with the cleaning she would sit by the window just looking at the beauty of the nature. Dreaming that one day she could feel or smell the air even if it was just for a split second, but the thin nails that held the window shut on the side was a reminder to her how she was indeed like a cage a bird a pet if you will.
Today was Friday,and yet it was the longest Friday of her life. She had finished spring cleaning the little crawl space in the back of the room while Adam was at work. Shay was still young at nineteen, and her brother well into his late twenties almost early thirties, but she didn't mind his company truth be told he was all she has ever known, and he kept it like that.
Sighing as she reached down to wipe away the wrinkles in her white nightgown she placed her self in a Indian style position as she swiped her ebony hair behind her ears. Placing a box in front of her as she picked up a dusty old picture as she gently blew the dust off it. Revealing a picture of her before she was kept locked in the apartment.
Smiling a little as she looked fondly of the girl she used to be, and then out of the corner of her eye glanced in the mirror, and sighed feeling the collar around her neck. Taking a deep breath she pondered back into the mirror she looked at the picture the girl in the pick was no more. The girl in the picture had life in her baby blue eyes, and now they were empty as if all of her hope had vanished.
A tear trickled down her face as she blinked and shoved the picture in the box.Wiping a tear from her cheek she shook her head. "Shayla your being silly crying at the sight of old pictures." She muttered to herself. Placing the box neatly in the crawl space she went to the closet. Taking one of Adams long shirts. Placing it on the bed as she slowly slipped out of her dust covered nightgown.
Her body was in the middle of her weight requirement, her height was between five four, and five six. She had all the right curves. Her breast a c cup. As she put the shirt on, and lightly tossed her gown into the wash she headed into the pantry where the washer was. Throwing a load of laundry she heard the door rattle.
A smirk grew on her face as she walked to where the chair was and placed her self on her knees waiting for her Master to enter.
Today was Friday,and yet it was the longest Friday of her life. She had finished spring cleaning the little crawl space in the back of the room while Adam was at work. Shay was still young at nineteen, and her brother well into his late twenties almost early thirties, but she didn't mind his company truth be told he was all she has ever known, and he kept it like that.
Sighing as she reached down to wipe away the wrinkles in her white nightgown she placed her self in a Indian style position as she swiped her ebony hair behind her ears. Placing a box in front of her as she picked up a dusty old picture as she gently blew the dust off it. Revealing a picture of her before she was kept locked in the apartment.
Smiling a little as she looked fondly of the girl she used to be, and then out of the corner of her eye glanced in the mirror, and sighed feeling the collar around her neck. Taking a deep breath she pondered back into the mirror she looked at the picture the girl in the pick was no more. The girl in the picture had life in her baby blue eyes, and now they were empty as if all of her hope had vanished.
A tear trickled down her face as she blinked and shoved the picture in the box.Wiping a tear from her cheek she shook her head. "Shayla your being silly crying at the sight of old pictures." She muttered to herself. Placing the box neatly in the crawl space she went to the closet. Taking one of Adams long shirts. Placing it on the bed as she slowly slipped out of her dust covered nightgown.
Her body was in the middle of her weight requirement, her height was between five four, and five six. She had all the right curves. Her breast a c cup. As she put the shirt on, and lightly tossed her gown into the wash she headed into the pantry where the washer was. Throwing a load of laundry she heard the door rattle.
A smirk grew on her face as she walked to where the chair was and placed her self on her knees waiting for her Master to enter.
