01-06-2019, 02:29 AM
She hardly has a moment to react, before he is on top of her. Her breath rushes from her lungs in a strangled gasp, and even though she tries to dart forward, his weight and vice-like grip is enough to keep her in place. She is forced to withstand it, the feel of him inside of her, and his teeth repeatedly against her neck. She can feel the warmth of her own blood as it trickles down her skin, and the nausea that fills her stomach the entire time he is on top of her. The fear and terror is palpable in the way her body shakes underneath of him, and she squeezes her eyes shut in an attempt to block it all out. This is nothing like with Leilan, and the furthest thing possible from what she had with Ether. This was aggressive and cruel – it was void of lust, and especially of passion.
Her jaw clenches tightly to ward off the tears that fill behind her eyes as he shudders and finishes inside of her, her face taut and withdrawn when he finally slides off and stands alongside of her. Whatever defiance and fire she had managed to summon is eradicated. The vacancy in her eyes is unmistakable, and she hardly even flinches as he drags his nose along her back, not able to bring herself to care. She doesn’t look to the shadows anymore; wherever they are, it is not where Ether lurks, and that settles like a cold, sickening acceptance over her.
She is covered in his scent, and she wonders if she will ever be rid of it. When he says that she is his, this is the only time she lifts her eyes to look at him. She wants to defy him. She wants to tell him no, that she would never, ever willingly be his. But she doesn’t have the energy to fight him again, especially since she had lost the first time. And so, she says nothing, hoping that perhaps with the light of day and his waning adrenaline that he would grow tired of her, and she could begin the agonizingly slow process of forgetting that this had ever happened.
@[Tunnel]
Her jaw clenches tightly to ward off the tears that fill behind her eyes as he shudders and finishes inside of her, her face taut and withdrawn when he finally slides off and stands alongside of her. Whatever defiance and fire she had managed to summon is eradicated. The vacancy in her eyes is unmistakable, and she hardly even flinches as he drags his nose along her back, not able to bring herself to care. She doesn’t look to the shadows anymore; wherever they are, it is not where Ether lurks, and that settles like a cold, sickening acceptance over her.
She is covered in his scent, and she wonders if she will ever be rid of it. When he says that she is his, this is the only time she lifts her eyes to look at him. She wants to defy him. She wants to tell him no, that she would never, ever willingly be his. But she doesn’t have the energy to fight him again, especially since she had lost the first time. And so, she says nothing, hoping that perhaps with the light of day and his waning adrenaline that he would grow tired of her, and she could begin the agonizingly slow process of forgetting that this had ever happened.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Tunnel]