Her eyes quickly scan the room, looking for options and escape routes. A window with a screen, two stories up, and a door facing back the way she came provide her no satisfaction. She briefly ponders hiding in one of their walk-in closets, but reasons that her strenuous breathing would give her away. After an internal struggle, she races toward the door and is met by the one she is running from, standing tall with a calm look on his face and drinking in her obvious panic.
"Why must we always do it this way, my pet?" he says, his voice barely a whisper but bearing a taste of something darker. Venom maybe, perhaps veiled excitement at the process of things to come.
She thinks again of the window as she backs slowly into the corner. When her back hits the cool plaster wall, she knows that it's over. She's run out of time. He had come for her again, like he said he would, and he was about to claim his prize.
As he eyes her, a rabbit far away from her rabbit hole, he licks his lip. He deftly slides his belt out of his dark colored slacks and his wicked smirk is the only thing betraying the cold look on his face.
"You are mine. But yet, you run. I've claimed you time and again but it's never willingness that brings you to me. It's fear. I'm growing tired of breaking you, bunny. Stop running from me and welcome it."
He steps towards her and every cell in her body leaps with fear. She would climb up the wall if she could but, momentarily out of options, she acquiesces. His hand roughly grips her delicate wrist as he pulls himself toward her, crushing her body between his body and the wall. He repeats himself again, slowly, almost spitting the words at her...
"You. Are. Mine."
Her voice is stuck in her throat along with her heart, both beating like tender butterfly wings. Tears form in her eyes, more from the strength of his hand than from fear or sadness. Although her logical neomammalian brain tells her to give in, her reptilian brain (damn that perpetual fight or flight instinct!) tells her to run. She darts to his left, leaping deftly like a gazelle, and she achieves momentary air before he pins her to the floor with her captured arm behind her back.
Her breath comes in short and quickly, like a captured bunny, every rib heaving with her exertion. He presses his body weight into her and growls formless words into her ear, jamming his forearm into the back of her neck.
"So it's going to be like this again," he smiles.
To be continued...
"Why must we always do it this way, my pet?" he says, his voice barely a whisper but bearing a taste of something darker. Venom maybe, perhaps veiled excitement at the process of things to come.
She thinks again of the window as she backs slowly into the corner. When her back hits the cool plaster wall, she knows that it's over. She's run out of time. He had come for her again, like he said he would, and he was about to claim his prize.
As he eyes her, a rabbit far away from her rabbit hole, he licks his lip. He deftly slides his belt out of his dark colored slacks and his wicked smirk is the only thing betraying the cold look on his face.
"You are mine. But yet, you run. I've claimed you time and again but it's never willingness that brings you to me. It's fear. I'm growing tired of breaking you, bunny. Stop running from me and welcome it."
He steps towards her and every cell in her body leaps with fear. She would climb up the wall if she could but, momentarily out of options, she acquiesces. His hand roughly grips her delicate wrist as he pulls himself toward her, crushing her body between his body and the wall. He repeats himself again, slowly, almost spitting the words at her...
"You. Are. Mine."
Her voice is stuck in her throat along with her heart, both beating like tender butterfly wings. Tears form in her eyes, more from the strength of his hand than from fear or sadness. Although her logical neomammalian brain tells her to give in, her reptilian brain (damn that perpetual fight or flight instinct!) tells her to run. She darts to his left, leaping deftly like a gazelle, and she achieves momentary air before he pins her to the floor with her captured arm behind her back.
Her breath comes in short and quickly, like a captured bunny, every rib heaving with her exertion. He presses his body weight into her and growls formless words into her ear, jamming his forearm into the back of her neck.
"So it's going to be like this again," he smiles.
To be continued...
This entry was posted by Mellie, on
Monday, February 27, 2006.
