(OOC; Well, shall we give it a try?)
I've managed to escape! she thinks to herself as she pulls the tatters of her long grey gown around herself. The remains of the dress barely cover the tops of her thighs, with a few artful tears at the bodice. He had been quite creative, ripping her dress into long strips while holding her pinned beneath him.
Melinda scampered quickly down the long hallway of the ancient mansion, trying door after door. The dark woodwork was ornate, cut with intricate designs that were cleverly matched with the blue and scarlet carpet under her bare feet. Her long black hair flowed out behind her, completely undone from the careful knot that it had begun the evening in.
Why did I come here tonight? Was I insane to think that I could hold him at bay any longer? I knew his desire for me, I knew that his patience was growing thin. Why did I do this?
The settings for an intimate dinner for two when her invitation had described a party should have sent her out the door. But no, she had believed in the power of manners right up until the moment when he had forced his kisses onto her lips.
Her willing lips. That was when he had begun to caress her body in ways that aroused and frightened her. Melinda had shoved him away, demanding that he leave her be when he had pushed her down onto the fainting couch, pinned her there and begun tearing her dress off, strip by strip.
Melinda had managed to push him off balance and somehow found her way out of the room. But she had quickly gotten lost in his maze of a house. Now she stumbled, barely catching herself on an armoire in the hallway.
There were footsteps coming towards her. Her emerald eyes flashed as she trepidatiously searched for their source.
I've managed to escape! she thinks to herself as she pulls the tatters of her long grey gown around herself. The remains of the dress barely cover the tops of her thighs, with a few artful tears at the bodice. He had been quite creative, ripping her dress into long strips while holding her pinned beneath him.
Melinda scampered quickly down the long hallway of the ancient mansion, trying door after door. The dark woodwork was ornate, cut with intricate designs that were cleverly matched with the blue and scarlet carpet under her bare feet. Her long black hair flowed out behind her, completely undone from the careful knot that it had begun the evening in.
Why did I come here tonight? Was I insane to think that I could hold him at bay any longer? I knew his desire for me, I knew that his patience was growing thin. Why did I do this?
The settings for an intimate dinner for two when her invitation had described a party should have sent her out the door. But no, she had believed in the power of manners right up until the moment when he had forced his kisses onto her lips.
Her willing lips. That was when he had begun to caress her body in ways that aroused and frightened her. Melinda had shoved him away, demanding that he leave her be when he had pushed her down onto the fainting couch, pinned her there and begun tearing her dress off, strip by strip.
Melinda had managed to push him off balance and somehow found her way out of the room. But she had quickly gotten lost in his maze of a house. Now she stumbled, barely catching herself on an armoire in the hallway.
There were footsteps coming towards her. Her emerald eyes flashed as she trepidatiously searched for their source.
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