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Onward to My Room ((Stella/invite only))
Drewe smiled down at the pretty girl on his arm. She had rather uniqua and unusual features, and she was very pretty. He was prone to enjoy more robust feminine forms, but this one was too sweet to pass up. She was practically handing herself to him on the proverbial silver platter.
"Well, we have made it to the dormitories. Which way to the stairs, lovely Stella?"
He had his most gently smile on his face, intending to make her feel comfortable around him. He wanted her feeling safe, and then he wanted to get her to throw herself at him. He had manipulated girls to do all that and more for him before, and it should be relatively easy with one such as this. She seemed so eager to please.
"I'm very glad that I met a good friend like you so quickly, Stella darling. I would hate to have an unpleasant encounter as my first experience of the school."
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Stella looked up at the man who had taken her arm and smiled sweetly. The walk from the Quad to the dorm rooms had been a quick one, but she paused for a moment before pointing to the staircase that lead to the other floors. She was still slightly unsure how to react to his flattering comments, but she liked her new companion already.
“Just over here,” she said, walking towards it. “You’ve been allocated a room on the 4th floor?” the upward inflection making her words a question rather then a statement, for she was not sure if she remembered correctly. She started the climb up the stairs slowly, leading him up.
When he called her his friend she smiled again, glad her new acquaintance was so trusting as to befriend people so quickly. He was being so friendly with her, she was sure he would settle in very well at MHS.
“Why would you have had an unpleasant encounter here? You seem very nice. And there people here are generally very pleasant.” She assured him, thinking perhaps he was a little nervous about having to meet so many new people. She knew she had been. She still was!
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
~Just over here...You’ve been allocated a room on the 4th floor?~
Drewe frowned at her back, before whiping his face clean and replacing it with his charming smile. Her memory wasn't perfect, but he wouldn't want her for her memory either. That was what his Hawthorne was for. He watched her sweet, round bottom sway as she climbed the stairs.
"The third floor, actually. I'd like to state again, Stella, that I appreciate your kindness in helping me out."
~Why would you have had an unpleasant encounter here? You seem very nice. And there people here are generally very pleasant.~
"I haven't been around very many people the last little while, I fear that my interpersonal skills may be a little rusty."
It was why he was starting out with such an innocent little darling. She would buy things easily, and he would slowly work up to the big game, like that Ryoko girl.
"I'm worried I won't know what to say to people."
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
Stella had turned back to see how closely Drewe was following ehr, and her blue eyes faded to grey when Drewe frowned at her, but it was replaced with a smile so quickly she was not sure what to think. And he thanked her again, very charmingly. She returned his smile, a little slowly, and let it go; turning back to the stairs. Maybe he had just been suprised she had forgotten. In truth she had just gotten the floor of his room mixed with hers.
"Your interpersonal skills appear perfectly fine." Stella assured him. Then she paused in her asent. "Mind you, I may not be correct. I'd had not experiance with strangers until I came here. My uncle had kept me inside the house, so I would not get hurt. But as far as I can judge, you will have no problem making friends here." She started to climb again.
What to say to people? She often faced that problem herself. What advice could she give him?
"Just be yourself, I suppose." She turned back to look at him, brushing her white hair from her face. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm the right person to give you advice." she smiled again. "Its a subject I am still learning about."
Edited by: belovedstranger1ruby at: 12/17/06 2:41 am
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
~Your interpersonal skills appear perfectly fine... Mind you, I may not be correct. I'd had not experiance with strangers until I came here. My uncle had kept me inside the house, so I would not get hurt. But as far as I can judge, you will have no problem making friends here.~
The conversation was very amusing to Drewe. He was particularly unused to pretending to be socially enept. Still, one used whatever game one needed to successfully play, and he was predicting a magnificent win with this little lovely. She was so . . . delicate. And untouched.
"I think it was good of your uncle to protect you in such a way. I hope that you do not hold resentment towards him as a result of it, Stella dear. I have known many people who took unkindly to being gaurded."
~Just be yourself, I suppose... I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm the right person to give you advice... Its a subject I am still learning about.~
Too cute! He could continue guiding her and shaping her, her uncle had made such a good start. Still, that was only if things did not turn out the way he wanted them to with Hawthorne. She already knew his ways, which was so much simpler than training a new girl. Still, if his primary target turned out to be unsatisfactory, this one would make a good back-up.
"I think you are doing just fine, Stella. I assure you. I find you personable and altogether pleasant to discourse with. Ahh, this would be my floor."
They had made it to the third floor. Still holding Stella's arm, Drewe swept the pair of them down the hallway to his room, where he stopped and released her arm. He raised a querying eyebrow at the timid beauty as he opened the door. This had to be her choice, he would not force her to remain, not this time.
"Wouldst thou favour me with thy company a little longer, my lady?"
He bowed low, gallantry being a fine tool in his repretoire. Very few girls could resist bestowing a smile or a giggle upon him under this particular charm.
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))I hope that you do not hold resentment towards him as a result of it, Stella dear.
This comment surprised Stella slightly. Of course she did not resent Mark. He had only wanted what was best for her. She only wished it was easier to adapt to being among people her own age, that she did not feel so ignorant all the time.
“I don’t begrudge him for it at all. I mean, he was looking after me and just doing what he thought was the best way to protect me from people who’d take advantage, or something like that.”
Her skirt was making slight swishing noises as she climbed the steps, the material brushing her ankles each time she placed a foot down. Stella smiled brightly as Drewe told her he found no faults in her manner of convocation, and pivoted to face the row of identical doors set down the hallway. “That’s so kind of you to say so,” She said, her words sincere. “I find it a great encouragement.”
She let him lead her down the hallway, her feet moving quickly to match his longer steps. She drew her arm back and clasped both hands before her, watching as Drewe opened the door and cocked an eyebrow. She looked at him quizzically, wondering what it was he was trying to communicate.
"Wouldst thou favour me with thy company a little longer, my lady?"
As he bowed Stella smiled again, her face bright. He was so… chivalrous. She bowed her head in reply to his bow, her smile still in place.
“If my company is wanted, I will happily stay on.” She replied, and stepped inside the room.
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open)) “I don’t begrudge him for it at all. I mean, he was looking after me and just doing what he thought was the best way to protect me from people who’d take advantage, or something like that.”
"It's nice to see a young woman who actually appreciates the effort others make to ensure her safety."
Apparently this girl was already well indoctrinated. It would be rather simple to transfer her appreciation for her mentor's concern into a respect for his dominance. More and more she was appearing to be a more appealing choice than his Hawthorne, but he was not one to allow something of his to slip through his fingers.
He liked the sound of her skirt swishing against her legs as she moved. The former drug-dealer imagined that it was his hands trailing across her skin, rather than the soft fabric. Soon. No need to rush things.
“That’s so kind of you to say so,”
“I find it a great encouragement.”
"I only speak the truth, my dear. After all, a young lady with proper deportment is hard to find these days, but it seems to come naturally to you."
He watched with approval as she bowed her head in acknowledgement of his gesture. Her manners were pristine, perfect. It was rather charming to find someone so suitable, but the irony was not lost to him either.
“If my company is wanted, I will happily stay on.”
"Your company is always welcome here."
He swept into the room behind the lovely lady, taking stock of the sparse accomodations. They weren't exactly to his taste, but he wasn't going to be here long. He liked the idea of this girl in a place that was his room though. He indicated that she should take a seat and closed the door firmly.
Placing his suitcase on the bed, he carefully removed and hung several pristine suits, in black, grey, white, and navy. He always wanted to be well dressed. Each outfit was complete with accessories, but he wasn't overly concerned. He gave Stella an amused glance.
"I promise you, I am not a peacock, I just like to be well turned out."
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))"I only speak the truth, my dear. After all, a young lady with proper deportment is hard to find these days, but it seems to come naturally to you."
Stella smiled hesitantly, not sure if this news was a good thing. Where her mannerisms so unusual? But this man himself was so well mannered, and she always tried to be polite. And if no one took offence to her behaviour, then there was little need to change, even if they were not common. Stella’s smile brightened as her mind reached its conclusion.
She looked over the small room, identically structured to her own, but lacking the personal items and touches she had had time to set up. It looked so bare and unlived in. Only one bed was apparent to her, and there were no signs to a second occupant.
“Will you have a room mate?”
She slowly lowered herself onto the plain wooden chair that came with the room. Her clasped hands rested on her lap, her knees were parallel to each other and her feet tucked under the seat of the chair. The click of the door closing startled her slightly. Mark had always said that if a boy and girl are in a room together the door should be left open. But perhaps things were different here. She gave a mental shrug and focused on Drewe again as he unpacked.
He had a fine wardrobe. Stella looked over the suits, taking in the cut of them and the fabric, as well as the ties, silk handkerchiefs, cufflinks and other accessorises that went with them. When he turned back to her and smiled she gave him one in return.
"I promise you, I am not a peacock, I just like to be well turned out.”
“Then you do a fine job of it. They are all exquisite suits.”
She looked around again, her hands twisting in her lap. She felt it was rude to mealy watch him unpack without offering some form of help.
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
~Will you have a room mate?~
He considered the girl's question briefly, and then discarded it. The former drug-dealer felt that someone else in his space would only interfere with his activities. Now, if he could have swung a charming roommate such as young Stelle, then perhaps he would go for it.
"I do not believe I will, at least I prefer to remain unaccompanied. There are certain things that I prefer to have certain ways. A room mate may disturb those."
Drewe moved about, arranging his unmentionables and toiletries on the cheap little dresser provided by the school. He sniffed at the wretched accomodations, but made no further acknowledgements of the adverse conditions. After all, he was a man of character, and there was a young lady present.
~Then you do a fine job of it. They are all exquisite suits.~
At that thought he turned to examine Stella again, perched in the lone chair. She seemed a little uncomfortable, though he could not quite place the reason. Was it the door? Too bad, he had plans that required the portal stay sealed. The twisting of her hands really did get him excited though, he could immagine those hands twisting somewhere else.
~Can I assist you in some way?~
"Actually you could, my dear. If you could just come over here for a moment..."
Drewe beckoned the girl over to where he was standing, beside the bed with his suitcase open. He smiled charmingly to dispel any nervousness she might have about the situation, the girl was truly a nervous little mouse.
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))"I do not believe I will, at least I prefer to remain unaccompanied. There are certain things that I prefer to have certain ways. A room mate may disturb those."
Stella nodded, thinking she understood the need he seemed to feel for privacy, and for his own space. She had been anxious about sharing a room with a stranger after a life time of having her own room, and it had been unsettling at first, but now she enjoyed knowing there was someone with her. And after all, if she wanted time alone she merely took a walk.
When Drewe turned back to look at her as he unpacked, Stella smiled genially at him. He seemed very nice, and he had superb manners. Stella wondered briefly what is was that brought him to the school, but did not ask. That question could wait until they were better acquainted.
"Actually you could, my dear. If you could just come over here for a moment..."
Stella rose to her feet and returned his smile with a bright one of her own. She stepped over to stand beside him, her skirt brushing the bedspread as she faced him.
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
Drewe smiled at the girl standing beside him. She was helpful, mannerly and obedient, and he was about to make her completely miserable. The thought brough a dangerous smile to his face, as he turned his body towards the girl's.
~What can I do?~
"If you would, darling lady, could you place this box in the dek drawer for me?"
It was a shoebox for a pair of fine Italian leather shoes, probably the ones he was currently wearing, or a pair very similar to them. Inside the box were his most incriminating items. Pictures of Hawthorne, both from her youth, and more recent ones, obviously shot on and around the school grounds. Small trinkets which had obviously belonged to a shy little girl - glass unicorns and a worn stuffed llama. As well as the few letters she had mailed him while he was in jail, begging him to leave her alone.
When the star-girl moved to do the favour for him, he made his move. Swiftly he went to the door, locking it and pocketing the key. Then he turned back to his captured little flower. This is when the fun began. With a few short strides he was again by her side, and he laid a strong hand on her shoulder.
"There is something else that you can do for me..."
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
"If you would, darling lady, could you place this box in the desk drawer for me?"
Stella took the shoe box from Drewe with a smile, turned and took a few steps towards the desk. She knew where it would be; this room was the exact replicate of her own. When she heard the click of the lock she turned, the shoe box still in her hands. What was he doing? Stella swallowed, her eyes starting to fade to grey.
“Why did you lock the door?”
Her tone was polite and even, after all he had not given her a reason to fear him. But she did want an answer, for she was struggling to think of any harmless reason he could have. Stella knew she was probably overreacting, but she could apologise after the door was unlocked.
As he stepped up to her the last hints of blue faded from her eyes, leaving them pale grey. Stella’s hands tightened on the box she was still holding, and she stared at it, not really noticing what she was looking at. When he put his hand on her shoulder she looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"There is something else that you can do for me..."
Stella nodded slowly, her hold on the box tightening then loosening.
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
She hadn't quite made it to the desk yet as the lock clicked shut, and he frowned a bit. Now he would have to relieve her of the burden of his box, which was unfortunate, but he wouldn't want the contents disturbed.
~Why did you lock the door?~
He watched the colour fade from her eyes, and took up a more predatory stance. The girl's face was an open book, and the play of emotions across her face was priceless. Drewe suppressed a chuckle at the confusion clearly written in her innocent eyes. His fingers tightened a fraction on her shoulder, enough to cause a shiver of pain to run down her arm, perhaps enough to make her drop the box.
~What would you like me to do?~
"You can't be all that innocent Stella, darling. Do you not know what a man desires from a pretty little flower when he has her ensconced in his bedchamber? Come now, little one, I do not believe that for an instant."
Drewe's was lowered a fraction, a dark huskiness taking over the tone of his words. His eyes were hooded and there was a wolfish grin spread across his face. He took a step forward, forcing the girl back towards the bed. He never took his eyes from her face, enjoying the play of emotions there.
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
Stella gasped quietly as his fingers dug into her shoulder, her fingers slipping from the cardboard she had been clutching. The box only fell a short way; her arms had dropped as soon as he had touched her. Nothing inside seemed to break, though it was difficult to tell.
<"You can't be all that innocent Stella, darling. Do you not know what a man desires from a pretty little flower when he has her ensconced in his bedchamber? Come now, little one, I do not believe that for an instant.">
Stella shook her head, her hands with nothing to hold now clasped before her. What did he mean? His voice scared her, more then anything. It seemed as if there was a different person here with her now then the charming boy she had met only recently.
“I did not know. I do not know. I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean to make you think that…”
Her voice dropped off as he pushed her back. She felt something firm yet yielding behind her legs, and glanced to the side. She was standing just before the uncovered mattress. She looked back up to see his eyes fixed on her, to see a smile that made her shiver.
“Let me go.”
Her voice shook slightly, but not as much as she had expected.
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
The box tumbled to the ground, the items jingling hollowly as they hit the ground, but nothing was damaged. The lid fell askew, and a curious onlooker would be able to catch a glimpse of the polaroids within. The girl's shock filled Drewe with a sense of power, and he hoped that at least part of the gasp was pain. The very thought made his shiver with delight.
Stella seemed to attempt to protect herself, hands held in front of her. She was afraid, and that was a good thing. He liked a bit of fear in a woman. It reminded her who was in charge.
~I did not know. I do not know. I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean to make you think that…~
He shook his head, letting disbelief play across his features before he resumed his rakish perusal of the star-girl's modestly clad form. He spoke to her as if chastising a small child.
"Now, now little bird. You make me think you will fly away. You can still help me, there are many things that need to be attended to this night. I promise they will not all be wholely distasteful."
As the white-haired darling came across the unforgiving obstacle of the repulsive little bunk, he exerted more force upon her shoulder, attempting to pressure her into taking a seat. Drewe's form was looming over the girl, and he was attempting to be at his most intimidating.
~Let me go.~
"I don't think so, pretty flower. I think I shall hold onto you for awhile yet, don't you think? Unless you believe that you are stronger than me? If that is the case, I urge you to put up a fight, it only makes the prize sweeter in the end."
He chuckled mirthlessly, burning the image of her frightened self into his mind. There was a bit of spine there, which made this all the more exciting.
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))"Now, now little bird. You make me think you will fly away. You can still help me, there are many things that need to be attended to this night. I promise they will not all be wholly distasteful."
Stella bit ehr lip and tried not to look too scare, though a little more colour drained from her face. What exactly he was hinting at she was not sure, but something told her it was not going to be an experience she would want.
"I think I've helped you enough,"
Her eyes flickering over the room, searching for some hint of an escape. The mention of flying away gave her an idea. The window was shut, but was it locked? True, they were several meters above the ground, but she could heal…. She couldn’t think properly, her body all too aware of the pair of eyes that were sweeping over it.
As the pressure on her now slightly aching shoulder increased, she braced her legs, refusing to be pushed down. If she was on her feet she could move, run, do something… Her eyes met his as she looked up at him, her body trembling slightly with the effort it took to remain standing.
"I don't think so, pretty flower. I think I shall hold onto you for awhile yet, don't you think? Unless you believe that you are stronger than me? If that is the case, I urge you to put up a fight, it only makes the prize sweeter in the end."
The small square of glass showed that outside, the sun was still up. Stella bit her lip, wishing it was night. At least then, even if she could not fight him, the stars would give her some comfort. Her gaze flicked back to Drewe, and she stared at him, her face showing fear, but also defiance. One small white hand grasped his wrist, and she tried to pull his hand off her shoulder.
“Let go of me. I…” her voice cracked slightly. She took a breath then tried again. “I don’t know how to fight. I do not wish to fight. Why are you doing this? I don't understand."
Her voice was begining to grow softer as she looked up at him. He loomed over her like some vulture, and it was no longer just muscle strain that caused her to tremble.
Edited by: belovedstranger1ruby at: 2/13/07 1:53 am
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
~I think I've helped you enough,~
He grinned again. The tall boy was thrilled with the little one's reactions. So visceral, so real. How could anyone not want to partake of the delightful promises of the young woman's lithe form? Certainly he was not resisting the temptation. After all, Drewe had never been one to deny himself anything.
He watched as Stella's eyes flew desperately to the window. Now that was interesting. Would she really throw herself to the mercy of the concrete rather than entertain him? How intriguing. He pushed harder on her shoulder, and stepped right up against the girl. Every available surface of his body coming into contact with hers. Now she would either have to sit down, or remain pressed against him.
Her tiny fingers wrapped around Drewe's wrist and he chuckled darkly. What a feeble show of resistance. Who was the girl trying to convince him or herself? No one would believe that to be a true denial of the contact. His other hand came up and began lightly caressing her other shoulder, a stark contrast to the barely contained violence of his other appendage.
~Let go of me. I… I don’t know how to fight. I do not wish to fight. Why are you doing this? I don't understand.~
He raked his gaze over the little figure again, licking his lips in eager anticipation. How he loved it when they begged! He brought his head down close to the girl's ear.
"I do this, Stella," he whispered huskily, "because I want you. I see. I want. I take. It's as simple as that. Do you understand your place yet? You are to provide me with whatever pleasures you have at your disposal. It's that simple."
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
As the downward pressure on her shoulder grew, Stella’s knees began to buckle. Her tormenter pressed close and she tried to shrink back, her body shrieking as she felt him against her. Briefly she was grateful of her clothes, he was not touching her skin as of yet. Having someone pressed against her with no way of breaking contact made her feel more trapped then she had before. Stella had never really been one for physical contact; this was an overload of the worst kind.
Her knees gave way and with a soft thump she sat on the bed, her hands gripping the edge. Drewe now grew to a giant’s size in her vision, looming over her like death itself.
At his laugher she winced slightly, looking away and closing her eyes. She couldn’t do anything. Her one show of defiance had only produced his contempt. When his hand made contact with her other shoulder she flinched, expecting pain. Instead, she felt fingers gently stroking, her skin slightly tingling in bare contrast to her other, which was still clamped tightly in his other hand. Wide eyes looked up,
"I do this, Stella," he whispered huskily, "because I want you. I see. I want. I take. It's as simple as that. Do you understand your place yet? You are to provide me with whatever pleasures you have at your disposal. It's that simple."
Eyes downcast, Stella turned away, or at least turned her head, her shoulders no longer under her control alone. That simple… Her place…. Stella let out a slightly ragged breath as her mind tried to make sense of this, this event that had torn apart the way she had seen the world, the very way she had thought. People were not all good, things were not as they seemed, friendliness could be faked… A slight pricking began behind her eyes, her hands clenched. How she wished people would not speak in riddles. Pleasures? Her stomach clenched.
Re: Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
The girl's knees gave in and she was finally seated upon the structure that barely qualified as a bed in his opinion. Perhaps he would have to find dwelling elsewhere, a place with lots of locked rooms to store his little treasures away in. Like this one, with a place of his own the timid little flower could belong to no one but he.
~I don’t have anything to give you. My place…~
Something almost feral welled up within his breast at her small protests. Drewe saw the way that the young woman tried to deny the truth that she was just coming to discover, and his longing for her grew. How wonderful it was to once again have a situation that remained solely under his control. It had been a very long time since he had had this kind of dominance over such an appealing figure of femininity.
"Your place is wherever I tell you it is, and there will be much telling in the hours to come, I promise you that, little dove. I hope you are a quick learner, I would hate to have to punish your delicate little body too far beyond what it could bear. After all, if you please me I would like to continue our little meetings."
Looming over her seated form he bent at the waist, taking the girl's delicate chin in the strong hand that had been so brutally enforcing her position. His other hand continued to caress her other arm as Drewe took hold of her chin. He drew Stella's face upward, so that she was looking at him, and with a cold smile he brought his lips down upon hers in a bruising kiss. The gentle caressing of his other hand turned to a fierce, bruising grip as his lusts were incited. The boy had never been one to espouse gentleness in bed, Hawthorne would have been able to verify that.
His tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance to the warmth sealed behind them. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, if she would not accede him entrance he knew how to make her. He worked large, calloused fingers against her jaw, attempting to force little Stella's mouth open.
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
Onward to My Room ((Stella, then open))
<"Your place is wherever I tell you it is, and there will be much telling in the hours to come, I promise you that, little dove. I hope you are a quick learner; I would hate to have to punish your delicate little body too far beyond what it could bear. After all, if you please me I would like to continue our little meetings.">
Continue? He did not plan on letting her go, even after this day? -He’s taking charge, like Mark did. It’s for your own good.- Such thoughts only tore at the white haired damsel as she fought back the desire to cry out. To be here again, to again hear his words that seemed to poison something inside her, his eyes boring into her…
“No.” The word burst from her almost of their own accord, soft and thick with fear and her refusal to believe that such a thing could happen more then once, that he felt no compassion for the terror that was building under her heart.
She should have run to the window when given even the slightest hint of a chance. The few hours of ache her healing would leave were nothing compared to this feeling of complete hopelessness. Only one person had seen her leave the quad with Drewe, a girl she didn’t even know. Her room mate would not become alarmed until the next morning, for she often spent the night out of doors.
As Drewe’s hand turned her head, her eyes opened. His face was so close; his eyes seemed to be enveloping the room, growing bigger to fill her whole world. Then he swept down, his mouth roughly pressing against hers. The soft movements of his hand on her arm were replaced with a grip like iron, fingers digging into her flesh. Something wet was pushing against her lips and teeth, fingers on her jaw pushing at it. It was not a kiss, there was nothing of the warmth and softness she had seen, read about, heard about. A tear, only one, ran down her face, wetting both her and her assailant’s cheek.
Her hands pressed against his chest, pushing at him. She tried to tear her face away from his, her mouth firmly shut. Even if she couldn’t push him off, if she could just push herself away, break this depraved contact.
Such a tiny protest from the child, for she was little more than that. Her innocence and naivety added to the image, which pleased him, after all, he had always liked them a little on the younger side. What a feeble attempt to halt the onslaught though, if she truly wanted to be released she would obviously try harder.
He was glad that Stella had opened her eyes as he came in for the kiss. After all, the added touch of fear incenced him to higher levels. A tear dampened both their faces and he chuckled into her mouth, fingers working harder to push her jaw open.
Her struggles against him intensified and he was forced to break off the mockery of a kiss he had been forcing upon her. Still, he didn't release her arm with his other hand, instead Drewe examined the white-haired little darling with lustful eyes. She tasted as sweet as he had imagined she would.
He ran his thick tongue over his lips as he examined her, looking as if he wished to swallow her whole. The gleam in his eye was terrifying to behold, as it was touched with more than a little bit of anger. He didn't like being denied, especially by such a small slip of a girl. His other hand reached out and took hold of the skirt of her dress, pushing it up over her hips to reveal her long, smooth legs.
"If you don't like kissing we could always do something else, darling."
-You can't lie to a seer.-
-Loyalty and love are rewarded, always, by terrible weakness: the threat of loss, the fear of it.-
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