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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 16, 2008 18:16:12 GMT -5
*not bothering to get up, she crawls over to the couch, tears still streaming down her cheeks*
(Y'know, I have the song "Coming Undone" by KoRn in my head for this scene....)
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 16, 2008 21:02:04 GMT -5
(( i have...maths..going on in my head..l: ) )
*He picks up a box of Kleenex, tossing it onto the couch*
Wipe your face.
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 16, 2008 22:58:13 GMT -5
*she does, unable to look at him*
( D: I hate math.)
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 17, 2008 2:04:24 GMT -5
(( eh i'm doing insanely easy math. xP.. man this is taking me ages to think up. ]: ))
What's the matter, Zeah?
~ His intense terrifying gaze fixed itself upon the subservient Zeah. His very nature of unmitigated evil which made him the beast he was, had re-emerged to the surface, possessing him like the devil itself. He drew himself closer to her, flicking his tongue against her shaking lips. His heavy breathe was like ice against her skin and the look in his eyes were a subliminal reminder of his wicked, cruel past. His large frame easily manipulated her tiny body, and his massive arms taking control of hers, as he pressed her down against the ratty couch. His crushing weight held her down, and he just stared down at her. ~
Can't stand to look me in the eye? *hisses, flicking his tongue against her neck, tasting her scent*
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 17, 2008 7:12:24 GMT -5
Y-you're not yourself......
Zeah was prepared to let him ravage her, if he needed to. She'd put up no fight. She shivered and grunted at his sheer, cold weight on her. He was heavier, it seemed, than when he was in a sane mindset. She looked at him, directly in the eyes, undaunted but nervous and scared.
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 17, 2008 7:45:44 GMT -5
Correction.
~ He inched up closer to her, scraping her cheek with his scales as he reached down to whisper. ~
This is all me, baby.
~ He grabbed her by the throat, squeezing it tightly, just for the sake of hearing her gasp for breathe. ~
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 17, 2008 7:48:11 GMT -5
*she gasps and puts her hands on his chest* No.......it's......not! *she whimpers and tries to pull his hand off*
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 17, 2008 7:57:35 GMT -5
~ The effort was in vain. His hand remained clenching her throat, and he laughed. ~
I love it when they try to fight.
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 17, 2008 7:59:45 GMT -5
Zeah put her hands down by her sides and closed her eyes, a look of unnatural calm covering her face. "If this is what you need to do, then do it."
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 17, 2008 8:02:56 GMT -5
(( smart girl. ))
Whaddaya think you're doing? Open your eyes!
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 17, 2008 12:09:43 GMT -5
(Very. She knows abuse in all three terms of it.)
She complies, but when she does, there's nobody home but the hardened soul of an abuse survivor. "Happy?"
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 18, 2008 2:14:11 GMT -5
(( i love the psychology of this whole charade. ))
*He's seen that look in a girl's eye. To him, it ruined any potential for "fun".*
That ain't working Zeah, where are ya hiding?
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 18, 2008 9:28:11 GMT -5
An ironic smirk fell on her face. "I should be asking you the same thing. Bringing Jack back into this is only your way of hiding, just as my abuse helps me hide." (I'm taking it. I know. And I've had multiple psychotherapists.  ) |
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Post by Tethebi on Mar 19, 2008 2:48:47 GMT -5
*He flashes his fangs, looking down at her with a sharpened, dirty gaze*
Don't try that therapy shit on me. I'm not a fool.
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Post by zeah1niccals5 on Mar 22, 2008 13:05:47 GMT -5
Neither am I. Yeah, I'm sorry I screwed up. Yes, I wish I'd never existed to spare you the pain. But I'm no fool. I deserve whatever you choose to do to me, but I don't have to be myself when you do. It's survival instinct and shit. *she punches his chest gently, a sad smile on her lips* Now, get on with it.
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