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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 16:54:40 GMT -5
He pulled out of her, giving her a formal nod.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 16:58:13 GMT -5
She stared at him, feeling oddly empty.
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:01:53 GMT -5
He let out a short, cruel laugh as he dressed himself. She looked so broken. Poor doll, left out in the rain.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 17:03:53 GMT -5
She went to get her own clothes.
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:06:18 GMT -5
He put out an arm to stop her. There was no point taking them off again.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 17:07:12 GMT -5
She looked at him for a moment and then dutifully backed away.
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:12:07 GMT -5
He grabbed her around the waist, slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Then he began to walk towards her living room. Space there.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 17:14:47 GMT -5
She screamed automatically.
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:18:49 GMT -5
"Shh." He flung her down onto the floor, picking up his kit bag. Same procedure as the other woman, but this one he would break with her knowing exactly what he was doing.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 17:19:42 GMT -5
She began to shake. "L-let me go..."
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:23:44 GMT -5
As he cuffed her wrist to her sofa, he wondered if she would die faster if she was in a lot of pain.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 17:24:44 GMT -5
"W-what are you doing?" she asked.
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:27:12 GMT -5
"Keeping you still." He finished his restraints, and sat by her in a crouch, chewing on his thumb.
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Post by Matt on Sept 26, 2008 17:28:12 GMT -5
"Are we carrying on?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Mello on Sept 26, 2008 17:32:23 GMT -5
"I want to try something a little different." He set about propping one of her legs on books, then moved back to her face. He shoved a wad of material in her mouth so her screaming wouldn't disturb the whole country.
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