06-16-2009, 08:59 AM
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The rage was that of another time. She no longer considered herself that same girl, but this felt familiar. Under her back the earth was cold and solid, and it grounded her. Tension raced through her body, and her muscles remained taunt, waiting for any opportunity to move. Though she squirmed under his grasp, there was no panic and no fear in her eyes. Far from it—they were laughing silently, a dark and terrible laughter that suggested he had done nothing she had not desired.
Her legs moved, though they were pinned down by his greater weight, and she arched her back to press against his body. “I don’t want to see,” she explained, a terrible desperation hiding in her voice. “I need to see.” If she did not, then she would see the other terrible things. He had promised her darkness; at least that would stop those nightmare visions.
Her legs moved, though they were pinned down by his greater weight, and she arched her back to press against his body. “I don’t want to see,” she explained, a terrible desperation hiding in her voice. “I need to see.” If she did not, then she would see the other terrible things. He had promised her darkness; at least that would stop those nightmare visions.