[M] You + [M]e = Bad News

Palaydrian Soul · 06-22-2012, 11:35 AM

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WC:: 6+ OOC::

Aram’s cheshire cat grinned swimmed in front of Palaydrian’s vision. She hadn’t realized that her one good eye had filled with tears, but she blinked them away quickly as the knife was withdrawn from her neck and the coyote began inching down her body. There was nothing she could do! Fear held her as a prisoner within her own body. He made it perfectly clear that one false move would only take the smallest amount of pressure for his blade to spill red. She kept swallowing the trickling blood in her throat caused by a semi crushed windpipe as her left eye searched the sky above for answers. Drin felt as if her shoulders would dislocate from having her hands uncomfortably tied behind her back, but the only thing she could thank the brute for, was that he was no longer laying on top of her to add his unwanted weight.

Between swallowing blood and trying to breathe, her breaths now came in small labored pants, quickened by panic when she felt the chill of his blade against her thigh, but a sickening tremble rippled through her body when his hand moved from her breast to the untouched area between her legs. No...she whimpered, closing her eye now as she prepared herself for his unwanted trespass. Her body stiffened at his touch and she cried openly when his fingers penetrated her, causing a dull ache in the pit of her stomach as his digits probed around. Palay felt beyond dirty and violated, his words filling her ears as if they were on a delay. She hadn’t realized that her mouth had been stuck in a silent scream the entire time his fingers had been within her until they withdrew. Her heart leapt with hope, he wasn’t going to ruin her...not now at least, but enough damage had already been done.

She hated Aram and wanted nothing more than to kill him, but she was struggling to not become completely hysterical as her mind registered with dread that he still wasn’t finished with her. Sobbing now, the Siamese coated fae tried begging once more. Please...let...me..a scream tore through her body and interrupted her pleading when the coyote’s grip tightened on her and she felt his blade piercing the soft flesh on her thigh. Stop! I’m begging you! She tried thrashing about, but he was much too strong for her and her earlier struggles had left her exhausted. Her cries of outrage and pain tore through the surroundings even after he wiped the blade clean on her spared thigh. She had entered hysteria.

Her tortured sounds died down when her voice was completely lost and she realized the monster was talking to her. So now he would give her options. But both options felt like death sentences for her dignity and the sanity she struggled to maintain. Her throat felt raw, but that didn’t stop the journey of rising bile in her esophagus in response to Aram’s disgusting promise. Drin swallowed the vomit in agony. No way in hell would she come searching for him once she was in heat, she had no intentions of being beneath this animal again. He may have had victims who were scared into doing his bidding once they were set free, but Drin had a crusaders heart...and her fury at this injustice would far outweigh the present feelings of fear.

The only option she had was obvious. The idea of more than his fingers invading her made her skin crawl and made her legs tightly clamp together despite the searing flesh between them. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of speaking what her choice was as she couldn’t muster a voice anyway, but it was clear she intended to stay a virgin.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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