AmbrosiaCaress
Phoenix Rising!!!
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The rocking of the train, it was a train she was riding on.. right? Slowly, ever so slowly roused the beauty from her sleep. Had she actually been asleep? Or unconscious? Did it really matter? Not to her, nor to the people around her who were conveniently ignoring her. One did not want to get involved in the affairs of others, not in this day and age.
The train, it was a subway actually, rocketed forward, thru the dark tunnels that burrowed under the great cities above. Some even ran under oceans. It was the year 2015 after all, things had advanced, at least some. Many things had changed, many things had stayed the same. It was the furture.... her future...
She had no sense of what time it was, the darkness surrounding the fast moving train gave her no hints. A little more disturbing than that was the small fact that she had no idea what train she was on, where it was going, how long she had been there. And even worse? The girl could not remember her name. She struggled as she sat there, feeling the rocking, bucking motion under her, to at least remember how she had gotten on the subway? But her mind was a complete blank.
Swallowing hard, she manages to get to her feet, her eyes, crystal blue, trying to focus on the faces around her. The train was not all that crowded, but it wasn't empty either. The riders were all dressed conservatively.. perhaps they were heading to work? Or heading home? She looked down at herself, brushing trembling fingers thru her long dark hair, the strands were tangled, and felt oily and dirty. She was wearing a simple black dress, nothing fancy, nothing pretty, the skirt hanging down to just below her knees. She had on boots, black suede, but they were filthy, stained, and felt a size too big for her feet. She had no stockings, no socks, just her bared feet in the boots. The dress had several stains, it looked like mud, along the very bottom, and as she touched it, the material was still damp. She did not recognize any of the clothes.
She looked around again, wanting to ask someone, anyone, where she was, who she was. But she remained silent, as she became more aware of the riders, looking at her, staring at her. She had to fight the sudden urge, almost an instint to run... "run... run fast" the words slithering across her mind.. "hide.. you have to hide.. they'll find you.... they'll find you"...
She shook her head, trying to cast those words out of her mind.. "no.. NO" she muttered to herself, her voice bringing several stares from the other riders, some murmering to each other, looking at the girl.
She sits back down... taking a deep, quivering breath...
Her hand came to rest upon something sitting in the seat next to her. A backpack? Was it hers? She guessed it had to be, and brought it to her lap. Slowly she opens it, still not recognizing it at all. She again tried to remember, but her mind was almost blank... almost. Maybe something in here will help me remember, she thought to herself, peering into the bag.
There were several things at the bottom of the backpack... some gum.. she took out a peice and began to chew, the sensation awakening her belly. She was hungry.. when had she last eaten?? She searched the backpack further, pulling out some pens, but no paper, she found something soft, and pulling it out and into the light, she discovered it was... underwear.. women's underwear.. was it hers? She reached down to touch her hip, and found she was indeed lacking panties. Why would she take them off? Were they clean? A sniff and a good look convinced her they were, she could scent some kind of floral soap on them. She was not wearing a bra either, but there was not one in the backpack. Her hand grasped something hard, solid. It was square shaped, no, rectangular. She pulled it out to discover a picture in a frame. She stared long and hard at the picture.
It was of a body, a girl's body, naked, the face was turned away, hidden by a long fall of dark hair... was that her? The girl was arching her back, hips lifted, spine curled as she arced, her breasts, rounded and tipped with dark nipples, the light that shown on that body shadowing those delicious breasts... between the girl's spread thighs, one could see the slightest hit of silky dark curls. Was that her? Who would take such a picture? Why? Was she postioned like that in pleasure? Or pain? What was happening to the girl, and why did she have this kind of picture???
There was a name written on the picture.... Kadyn.... was that her name? She struggled to remember... Kadyn.... Kadyn... but she just could not. But that was what she would call herself, at least for now. Kadyn. She took the picture out of the frame, and tore it up into little peices. She was pretty sure that picture was not her, but she did not think it appropriate to be carrying such an image. The frame she put back in the backpack. She searched the smaller pockets, but only found some loose change, a couple of dollar bills, and a few teabags, unused, of all things. All this was very puzzling to her. She again examined the backpack, but she could not remember ever having one. Not that it mattered, it was hers now, she thought.
She opened up each of the dollar bills she had found, carefully counting them out... there were 4.. but folded in with the last one, was a small sliver of paper. Written on it was only an address...
1609 Silver Circle
There was not even a city listed. Just the street address. Was that where she lived? Would that be in the city that this very train stopped at?
Just then, crawling over her like a million little spiders, came that urgency, that insistance, to run, to hide, she had to get away. They would find her, no, no... HE would find her.... She shuddered, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to silence the scream that wanted to erupt forth. HE would find her, HE wanted her, He would have her, HE would make her HIS... HE had more plans for her, more expriments... more pleasure... more pain...
Her eyes had closed as the scream died in her throat. Fluttering open slowly, that was when she saw the mark on the inner of her wrist. She stared at it.. it was black, tatoo'd, it was a code, a number, of some kind.
"A bar code" came another's voice, one of the riders, a nerdy college kid that had heard the girl gasp, seen her slap her hand over her mouth, he had worked his way down to where she was sitting, and was standing nearly over her.... "You have a bar code" he repeated... the train was slowing, still in the tunnels, but was pulling into a station....
"what does it mean?" she asked, but as she looked up at him, the look in his eye scared her. "YOU have a bar code, SHE has a bar code" the words were being yelled, attracting the other rider's attention... "a bar code??? She is marked???? " the words, hushed, frightened, raced thru the train car... "She is marked, she carries a bar code"...
Kadyn leapt to her feet, suddenly terrified. The urge, the need, to run, was overwhelming.. The college kid made a grab for her, no doubt seeing a hefty reward if he could catch her and return her, but she was too fast and slippery, the backpack in hand, Kadyn hit the doors of the train car just as they were opening, she ran, almost screaming across the platform, the college kid racing behind her... "she has a BAR CODE"... but she made it to the stairs faster than him, by the time he emerged into the twilight of the city above, the girl... was gone.... he swore to himself, punching the wall with a heavy fist. He could have used that reward money.......
Kadyn
The train, it was a subway actually, rocketed forward, thru the dark tunnels that burrowed under the great cities above. Some even ran under oceans. It was the year 2015 after all, things had advanced, at least some. Many things had changed, many things had stayed the same. It was the furture.... her future...
She had no sense of what time it was, the darkness surrounding the fast moving train gave her no hints. A little more disturbing than that was the small fact that she had no idea what train she was on, where it was going, how long she had been there. And even worse? The girl could not remember her name. She struggled as she sat there, feeling the rocking, bucking motion under her, to at least remember how she had gotten on the subway? But her mind was a complete blank.
Swallowing hard, she manages to get to her feet, her eyes, crystal blue, trying to focus on the faces around her. The train was not all that crowded, but it wasn't empty either. The riders were all dressed conservatively.. perhaps they were heading to work? Or heading home? She looked down at herself, brushing trembling fingers thru her long dark hair, the strands were tangled, and felt oily and dirty. She was wearing a simple black dress, nothing fancy, nothing pretty, the skirt hanging down to just below her knees. She had on boots, black suede, but they were filthy, stained, and felt a size too big for her feet. She had no stockings, no socks, just her bared feet in the boots. The dress had several stains, it looked like mud, along the very bottom, and as she touched it, the material was still damp. She did not recognize any of the clothes.
She looked around again, wanting to ask someone, anyone, where she was, who she was. But she remained silent, as she became more aware of the riders, looking at her, staring at her. She had to fight the sudden urge, almost an instint to run... "run... run fast" the words slithering across her mind.. "hide.. you have to hide.. they'll find you.... they'll find you"...
She shook her head, trying to cast those words out of her mind.. "no.. NO" she muttered to herself, her voice bringing several stares from the other riders, some murmering to each other, looking at the girl.
She sits back down... taking a deep, quivering breath...
Her hand came to rest upon something sitting in the seat next to her. A backpack? Was it hers? She guessed it had to be, and brought it to her lap. Slowly she opens it, still not recognizing it at all. She again tried to remember, but her mind was almost blank... almost. Maybe something in here will help me remember, she thought to herself, peering into the bag.
There were several things at the bottom of the backpack... some gum.. she took out a peice and began to chew, the sensation awakening her belly. She was hungry.. when had she last eaten?? She searched the backpack further, pulling out some pens, but no paper, she found something soft, and pulling it out and into the light, she discovered it was... underwear.. women's underwear.. was it hers? She reached down to touch her hip, and found she was indeed lacking panties. Why would she take them off? Were they clean? A sniff and a good look convinced her they were, she could scent some kind of floral soap on them. She was not wearing a bra either, but there was not one in the backpack. Her hand grasped something hard, solid. It was square shaped, no, rectangular. She pulled it out to discover a picture in a frame. She stared long and hard at the picture.
It was of a body, a girl's body, naked, the face was turned away, hidden by a long fall of dark hair... was that her? The girl was arching her back, hips lifted, spine curled as she arced, her breasts, rounded and tipped with dark nipples, the light that shown on that body shadowing those delicious breasts... between the girl's spread thighs, one could see the slightest hit of silky dark curls. Was that her? Who would take such a picture? Why? Was she postioned like that in pleasure? Or pain? What was happening to the girl, and why did she have this kind of picture???
There was a name written on the picture.... Kadyn.... was that her name? She struggled to remember... Kadyn.... Kadyn... but she just could not. But that was what she would call herself, at least for now. Kadyn. She took the picture out of the frame, and tore it up into little peices. She was pretty sure that picture was not her, but she did not think it appropriate to be carrying such an image. The frame she put back in the backpack. She searched the smaller pockets, but only found some loose change, a couple of dollar bills, and a few teabags, unused, of all things. All this was very puzzling to her. She again examined the backpack, but she could not remember ever having one. Not that it mattered, it was hers now, she thought.
She opened up each of the dollar bills she had found, carefully counting them out... there were 4.. but folded in with the last one, was a small sliver of paper. Written on it was only an address...
1609 Silver Circle
There was not even a city listed. Just the street address. Was that where she lived? Would that be in the city that this very train stopped at?
Just then, crawling over her like a million little spiders, came that urgency, that insistance, to run, to hide, she had to get away. They would find her, no, no... HE would find her.... She shuddered, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to silence the scream that wanted to erupt forth. HE would find her, HE wanted her, He would have her, HE would make her HIS... HE had more plans for her, more expriments... more pleasure... more pain...
Her eyes had closed as the scream died in her throat. Fluttering open slowly, that was when she saw the mark on the inner of her wrist. She stared at it.. it was black, tatoo'd, it was a code, a number, of some kind.
"A bar code" came another's voice, one of the riders, a nerdy college kid that had heard the girl gasp, seen her slap her hand over her mouth, he had worked his way down to where she was sitting, and was standing nearly over her.... "You have a bar code" he repeated... the train was slowing, still in the tunnels, but was pulling into a station....
"what does it mean?" she asked, but as she looked up at him, the look in his eye scared her. "YOU have a bar code, SHE has a bar code" the words were being yelled, attracting the other rider's attention... "a bar code??? She is marked???? " the words, hushed, frightened, raced thru the train car... "She is marked, she carries a bar code"...
Kadyn leapt to her feet, suddenly terrified. The urge, the need, to run, was overwhelming.. The college kid made a grab for her, no doubt seeing a hefty reward if he could catch her and return her, but she was too fast and slippery, the backpack in hand, Kadyn hit the doors of the train car just as they were opening, she ran, almost screaming across the platform, the college kid racing behind her... "she has a BAR CODE"... but she made it to the stairs faster than him, by the time he emerged into the twilight of the city above, the girl... was gone.... he swore to himself, punching the wall with a heavy fist. He could have used that reward money.......
Kadyn
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