09-19-2009, 01:32 AM
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scary bunnies! maybe onus should come in about now? 275 words
The stranger grasped her chin, and she could no longer even twist her head away. She was completely and utterly trapped, couldn't even tear her gaze away from his, her green orbs as neatly pinned by his intense, terrifying gaze as his arms were by his grip. She hadn't really expected her pleas to work, but his simple outright denial extinguished her desperate last faint traces of hope. The coyote's voice was sinuous, winding it's way softly through her ear directly into her brain. She tried to yank her head again, but as expected it did nothing. She didn't want to give up the struggle, though, it was either that or just passively await... well, whatever he had in mind for her. Was he going to rape her? Kill her? Torture her? All three? Each image was worse than the next. Her imagination, strong enough in the best of circumstances, was running wild creating possibility after possibility.
Sofi took some small comfort in the fact that at least it was warmer, with his body pressed against her. Of course, she'd rather be anywhere else in the world than right here, but as long as she was here she was warm for the moment.. And alive, for the moment. She didn't speak. She had nothing left to say, even though her thoughts were scrambling to come up with something, anything. Something to stall him further, although a tiny part of her wanted to just get whatever this ordeal would be out of the way, so it could be done with, so she could be free again (if it wasn't her life he was after, that is).
The stranger grasped her chin, and she could no longer even twist her head away. She was completely and utterly trapped, couldn't even tear her gaze away from his, her green orbs as neatly pinned by his intense, terrifying gaze as his arms were by his grip. She hadn't really expected her pleas to work, but his simple outright denial extinguished her desperate last faint traces of hope. The coyote's voice was sinuous, winding it's way softly through her ear directly into her brain. She tried to yank her head again, but as expected it did nothing. She didn't want to give up the struggle, though, it was either that or just passively await... well, whatever he had in mind for her. Was he going to rape her? Kill her? Torture her? All three? Each image was worse than the next. Her imagination, strong enough in the best of circumstances, was running wild creating possibility after possibility.
Sofi took some small comfort in the fact that at least it was warmer, with his body pressed against her. Of course, she'd rather be anywhere else in the world than right here, but as long as she was here she was warm for the moment.. And alive, for the moment. She didn't speak. She had nothing left to say, even though her thoughts were scrambling to come up with something, anything. Something to stall him further, although a tiny part of her wanted to just get whatever this ordeal would be out of the way, so it could be done with, so she could be free again (if it wasn't her life he was after, that is).