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Post by selene on Jun 11, 2009 20:45:06 GMT -5
How did she end up here?
Cynthia looked up at the ceiling fan above her in somewhat of a dazed state. This wasn’t her house that was for sure. Her head was throbbing like she had some type of hangover. Did she have a hangover? She honestly couldn’t tell. All she knew she was alone in some strange bed, full dressed. The meant she didn’t go to some party and go home with a stranger. Her mind tried to piece together all the previous events, but there didn’t seem to be any. All she could remember was mutated dogs and some man in a black jacket. Neither seemed realistic of possible. If those memories were true, she was dead. The man in black had killed her. Those stupid mutts also tried to eat her alive, but they were fond of licking the blood off of her murdered corpse as well.
”This is pointless…”
It was pointless to think about what happened if all of those things were a part of some horrible nightmare. A nightmare couldn’t help her figure out left from right at the moment. This place seemed…bad. Everything was covered in a layer of dust. Both the bed she was laying in and the one next to her were nicely made like no one had ever slept in there. If this was some man’s house, he definitely needed to invest in a maid or housekeeper. If this was a motel, then she wasn’t ever come back to this place again. There was no telling if they washed the sheets if everything else was kept in such bad shape. The woman sat up finally before getting to her feet. There was no use in just lying here, hoping for answers. She could either look for them or try to get home. At the moment, Cynthia was leaning towards the second choice. The first one felt like it would be a lot of work. The latin woman wasn’t a fan of the phrase a lot of work.
Cynthia walked out the tiny room into the foggy world outside. The woman groaned as she looked around. This was similar to the dreams she had before. Her eyes rolled. Actually… The woman dug in her shirt and pulled out a map. ”Welcome to Silent Hill, eh…” she groaned. Silent Hill? She had never heard a town with that name. The woman sighed as she looked for a bus stop or a subway station. There didn’t seem to be something like that on there. ”Hmph. Just great…” She leaned against the door as she stuffed the map back in her bra. Just what should she do now…
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Post by geraldine on Jun 12, 2009 5:46:58 GMT -5
Geradline walked through the mist with a hand full of white flowers she'd found nearby. She was walking down the highway and towards Rosewater Park from Central Silent Hill.
She passed the Historical Society and the boat rental place without much happening.
Walking a little more she could see the entrance to Rosewater and Jack's Inn nearby.
Geraldine noticed that someone was coming out of the Inn. it was odd because no one from the Order stayed on this side of town. Walking a bit further cleared the mist enough she could tell it was female.
She looked at the woman closely as she could in the dense fog. She had dark skin compared to Geraldine and dressed scantily. Geraldine couldn't find any trace of reason this woman would be in Silent Hill in her mind. It became obvious to her that this woman would be someone called to Silent Hill.
A Sinner. The Gods had allowed this sinner to be called to the town. Geraldine didn't have to think too hard on why. It was obvious to her that this woman had committed the sin that the Order had worked so hard from becoming part of Geraldine's own life.
Physical impurity. Unhealthy and impure relations with males. The sin that was certain doom for a female who sought the Gods' favor. Just look at Dahlia.
Geraldine stood there for the longest time, just staring. It was strange finally seeing someone like this woman here. Geraldine had never seen a temptress before. It was interesting. She wondered how the Gods thought of this woman... if they saw her as beautiful... if they compared her outer beauty to Geraldine's.
Geraldine knew she was not physically anything to behold. The scar on her face made sure of that. It was part of the reason it had been given to her. But female pride and human curiousity, as she identified them, wondered if the Gods enjoyed looking at this woman more than looking at Geraldine.
The thought made her want to just her chest out slightly.
The Diviner made no move to contact or communicate with the temptress. But she didn't move away. Something about her made Geraldine want to stay. Want to look.
Part of her wanted to know if male company was fullfilling... being near the temptress made her mind wander to things it was normally forbidden to do. Secretly she wasn't ready to stop thinking about it.
...she was still a woman, deep inside those white robes, after all.
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Post by selene on Jun 12, 2009 19:52:59 GMT -5
”Huh?”
There was a shadowy figure moving about in the streets. Cynthia’s eyes followed the moving thing intensely. Was it man, beast, or other? It obviously was on two legs, but that didn’t really mean much these days. She had seen creatures that looked like sacks of melted skin stomping about, slowly pacing about. This one moved fairly normally then stopped. Curiosity wasn’t something she could afford to have in these times of monsters and abominations. Then again, if she let fear hold her back, she’d never fine anyone and Cynthia would be forced to stick around in this nightmare alone. Thinking about it, she did find some cute man in white last time she tested her luck.
Handsome… Charming…… Protective……… Experienced………
Her mind tried to recall what happen after meeting him. He killed something and led her to safety, but after that became fuzzy. Cynthia thought there might be alcohol and something more involved, but she couldn’t be sure. Everything was just so hard to remember. It was like the thick fog was seeping into her head. The whole thing gave her a headache as she tried to think about it.
”Probably just a dream…” she muttered, shrugging the whole meeting off. But if it was a dream, how did she get this map? This place annoyed the bronze goddess. It didn’t make sense to her and she didn’t care to be a part of this fucked up world. The only thing she wanted to do seemed to be out of her reach; she wanted to back to the real world and go home and go to bed. This place was so mentally exhausting, she needed a vacation. But she couldn’t do something like that till she got out of this foggy hell hole. For now, she needed to deal with the stranger in the fog.
Cynthia moved a bit forward until she could tell it was a woman in white garments. She seemed to be dress completely odd. It made the latin woman question what kind of town this was if there were women dressed like that here unless it wasn’t really a person, but a ghost. But it seemed too serene for a ghost…at least what she remembered when she was dreaming of being a ghost. Cynthia shook the thought out of her mind. ”Hey there,” she called out, waving one hand to attract attention, ”do you know where a bus stop is? Or which direction Ashfield is in?”
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Post by geraldine on Jun 12, 2009 22:43:06 GMT -5
Geraldine raised an eyebrow. This was the second sinner she'd seen who had no idea how they got here.
"There are no buses that come through Silent Hill." She answered frankly.
She looked straight forward at the woman, unemotional, almost unblinking.
"...Ashfeild is three hours away by car, I think." She finally answered. "Although I'm not sure. I've never been there."
She looked Cynthia over and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I've heard you can take a subway to get to Ashfield, but I've never been on the subway train either." She shrugged. "Maybe you'd have better luck getting to Brahams first. That's what most people try to do... but... not many have succeeded." Geraldine's deep brown eyes wandered over to the long street ahead of her.
"...you should be careful where you step if you decide to walk out of here. There are ravines in the road."
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Post by selene on Jun 13, 2009 6:46:22 GMT -5
”There are ravines in the subway too, deformed monsters and beasts lurking everywhere, doors in the middle of the street, and notes written in blood,” she said in a snappy tone. Who did this woman think she was? Cynthia did not like how she seemed to talk down to her. The woman in skin tight clothing was more than aware she wasn’t in a safe place. Any fool or nitwit could tell that by the shape of everything in this god forsaken town. She had no clue who this woman in idiotic white clothing was, but she already didn’t like her. The tone of her voice, the look on her face, the complete lack of respect she seem to have for Cynthia…they all pissed her off.
”Yeah, but thanks for the information. I’ve had enough fun on a subway for one dream. For now, I’ll take my chances on foot.”
Her cheek twitched at the thought as she folded her arms in a similar manner. The temptress looked the devoted follower, her eyes full of contempt. For some reason, she couldn’t take the information the woman just provided as helpful. It wasn’t the woman in white’s fault here wasn’t an easy way to Ashfield, but Cynthia still felt this person was mocking her. How dare someone like her look down on her! ”In return, let me give you some advice. Stay away from the subway and a man in a black trench coat. If you don’t, that pretty little face of your won’t be the only thing considered damaged goods,” she retorted in an emotionless manner. It was good advice. The man in black seemed to go crazy with a knife on her for no reason. He happily stabbed her over and over then craved something in her chest. And all this happened in the subway. Hell, for a moment, she was trapped in a car with someone coming after her! Cynthia’s eyes looked passed Geraldine at the opposite direction she was headed. For some reason, she couldn’t stand the thought of heading in the same direction as the woman.
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Post by geraldine on Jun 13, 2009 21:23:51 GMT -5
”In return, let me give you some advice. Stay away from the subway and a man in a black trench coat. If you don’t, that pretty little face of your won’t be the only thing considered damaged goods,” she retorted in an emotionless manner. It was good advice. The man in black seemed to go crazy with a knife on her for no reason. He happily stabbed her over and over then craved something in her chest. And all this happened in the subway. Hell, for a moment, she was trapped in a car with someone coming after her! Cynthia’s eyes looked passed Geraldine at the opposite direction she was headed. For some reason, she couldn’t stand the thought of heading in the same direction as the woman.
Geraldine glared at the woman as she brought up the scar, knowing full well now that this woman didn't know anything about surviving here.
Human parts of her told her to let the woman wander away and die, because death certainly laid in the direction she was going. The Gods did not lightly forgive sinners who were unrepentant. Part of Geraldine, the part that told her to wave the girl off happily in knowing her doom was inevitable, rejoiced at the justice of the situation. For calling the mark on her face ugly, the woman would die. The mark that she'd recieved to remind her of her need for obedience. The mark the woman would never understand.
But the part of her who'd known people who were taken by the Gods' wrath and the part of her that knew how painful the end would be for the woman felt compassion, though it didn't show on her face for the burning in her chest at the injury to her pride. She turned her head to look over her shoulder to see the girl.
"...Him? ...Yeah... I've heard of him. He's from here." She said quietly. "He was trained to do what he did... by the same people who are waiting down that road. If you go that way, you go into their territory. The Cult operates mostly in Central Silent Hill." She turned her face back to in front of her and shrugged.
"But it's not like you didn't know that." She couldn't help the dig at the woman's haughty demeanor. She silently repented for her prideful behavior, unable to understand why this woman made her feel so... human.
"He killed almost 21 people. Two of them were small children." She stared forward smiling serenely.
"...would you like to know why?" The peace in her voice was terrifying...
((OOC: June 15th - Wait... I just realized something... Cyn? Is it ok that Geraldine recognized your description of Walter?))
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Post by selene on Jun 15, 2009 22:04:42 GMT -5
Cynthia paused as she turned around. Her brown eyes looked at the woman with an unamused gaze. She said something of interest, but it wasn’t something she wanted to hear. He was from here. If this was a real town and not some horrible dream, then she could believe it. This place wasn’t exactly paradise. Someone who had to deal with monsters and demons every day had justifiable reasons to grow up and become a complete psycho. Staying here was making her feel like he was going crazy. And if she continued down her way, she would meet the people that taught him how to stab defenseless women in the chest. These people were a part of some cult that stayed in the central part of this fucked up town. How fun.
But the woman was trying to irk her since she was better informed than Cynthia. She simply laughed. Just because she was more informed didn’t make her better off. ”Oh, you don’t say? But if you were able to go there and come away alive, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she commented back in boastful tone. She didn’t take kindly to what this ugly looking woman in white was implying. She might have been weak, but she managed to go through hell and back without too many scratches. This woman couldn’t say the same considering the mark on her face. Cynthia smiled at the woman. They were both full of themselves and hated one another. But they were being snide rather than attacking one another. There didn’t seem to be a need to take out the knife she had yet.
”Not really. Unlike you, hearing about twisted homicides doesn’t make my juices flow. I’m not some kind of freak, after all.”
She chuckled slightly again, folding her arms back under her chest as she looked at Geraldine. She was just bursting with information for some reason. And she was all too happy to share. From the sound of things, this woman in white might know that she was once dead… Then again, everyone might have. If this was a dream, why wouldn’t random strangers know such a thing? But Cynthia wasn’t here to listen to rants about insane men. She wasn’t curious as to why the man stabbed her. The latin woman just never wanted it to happen again. ”Is there anything else you want to share, babe? Any other random secret you can’t hold in?”
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Post by geraldine on Jun 16, 2009 23:02:16 GMT -5
((OOC: It's because the edit was three days after I posted, is all.))
Geraldine didn't turn around. She didn't have to. It was obvious from the woman's voice what she was thinking... feeling... doing...
When the woman chuckled, she chuckled along as if she were sharing some private joke. Her laughter slacked off slowly, fading into the swirling fog.
"...Is there anything else you want to know before you chase your doom into the fog?" she asked. "I'm a teacher. A messanger of the Gods. Answering stupid questions is part of my job description."
She couldn't help but bring her hand to her face. So what if she wasn't pretty... when this woman was dead, she'd be just as bloated and deformed as the rest of the monsters in this town... just as hideous as all of them... then the temptress would be sorry.
"I have helped you. You just don't realize it yet." She finally turned and put her hands in front of her chest in a prayer type fashion. She bowed respectfully to the woman before looking back up.
"If you run into HIM or the ones like him again, they won't hesitate to finish what he started." She put her hands down, her blessing of knowlege completed. "I'm not head of his sect, so I don't see the purpose in spilling your blood. Unless My Lord, Cain, commands it, I see no point in it."
She chuckled, playing with one of the white flowers. "But like so many other sinners, i highly doubt you'll listen. You'll run right into the fog, headstrong and sure of yourself and straight into the blade of an Executioner." She flung the flower away.
"So be it. I've no patience for fools. I've spoken my peace. I've warned you. If you want to run headlong into death, don't let me stop you."
She ran her hands through her hair, muttering about she'd done what she was supposed to as a missionary; a messanger from God. It's not her fault if the woman goes into the fog. Probably woudln't matter anyway. If the woman had come because she'd been called her by the God's the way out wouldn't be easy...
Geraldine felt a pang of pity again for the woman. But shrugged it away. Everyone died. Being born was the first step towards death. If the temptress wanted to survive longer she'd have to appeal to the Gods on her own behalf.
((OOC: please let me know if it's ok. Trying to keep you inspired. ^^()))
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Post by selene on Jun 17, 2009 1:33:07 GMT -5
Cynthia had heard enough of the woman voice. She was so enraged by her snide behavior that she wanted to shove her to the ground. But there wasn’t a reason to resort to violence. If anything, she was sure those random fiends roaming about would destroy the woman. She didn’t seem to have anything to defend herself. Eventually, the poor little overconfident fool would get ripped apart by one of those packs of wild dogs or whatever those things were. The thought somehow made Cynthia feel better. That was until she uttered three littler words…
“...My Lord, Cain…”
A huge grin appeared on her face. The woman with the not so pretty face seemed to serve some man named Cain. Her smile grew wider as she turned around and walked back towards Geraldine. The name Cain wasn’t that common. In fact, she was pretty sure there was only one blonde man walking around this town with that name. And he was such a hot blonde man at that! She giggled slightly as she listened to the occultist’s yammering. She really didn’t care what she said anymore. All her words seemed to slide off of her like water. There was nothing the obedient servant girl could say to her anymore.
“So Cain’s your master, eh?” she said so smugly. The woman just couldn’t get over the fact that this woman was the follower of the same man she had sex with not too long ago. Oh how delicious was this? She couldn’t hide her delight even if she wanted to. “Of all the commands Cain might have in regards to me, I don’t think any of them will be in regard to bodily harm. He might say something like scream louder…or suck harder,” she said happily, laughing a bit. The latin woman walked behind the dark haired girl and paused behind her back. Her head turned slightly as she whispered softly. “Or he might ask me to beg for his cock…” Cynthia kissed the odd woman’s earlobe before moving away, laughing loudly.
Nothing could wipe the smile off her face. This was just too great. In this weird dream, she had a fun time with an attractive man. It was truly a fun time that made her body ache just thinking about it. But the fact that this woman seemed to call him Lord made it all the better. Sex with the man could have been bad, Cynthia would still be happy about it because of this moment. She folded her arms and tilted her head. The dark skinned woman could die happily now in this horrible nightmare world thanks to this moment.
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Post by geraldine on Jun 17, 2009 8:57:00 GMT -5
The woman's laughter rang out again. Geraldine was beginning to wonder if the woman was simply mad. She'd never heard anyone take this as such a joke, especially if they'd met HIM or the monsters, which this woman seemed to have. Maybe she was ready to die?
Then she began talking about Cain and Geraldine's blood froze in her veins. She was lying! That vile little bitch! She was making fun of her! She felt her skin burn with the touch to her ear and whirled around, slapping out at her, trying to catch her in the face.
"Walter was correct in chosing you. You are the foulest of Temptresses." She stepped forward, running her hand along the front of Cynthia's shirt.
"...but if Lord Cain claimed you... I suppose I should be forgiving." She whispered too sweetly. "After all you've been through... he showed you mercy..."
She leaned forward a bit, her eyes sheilded by her dark thick lashes. She tenderly laid a kiss on Cynthia's neck. "...or maybe he simply proved what you are under all that makeup and frivolous bullshit." Geraldine's eyes looked up with firey emotion burning underneath.
She pushed the woman then, trying to knock her down. She planned to prove to herself something, here and now. And what she was about to do was sinful for a man... but she wasn't one.
Geraldine wasn't sure if a woman and a woman were a sin... She'd never been taught that in those exact words. But she didn't care right now. If Cain could chose this woman, who was most impure, he would forgive Geraldine. She was certain of it.
((OOC: Well now you see what I had in mind.))
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Post by selene on Jun 17, 2009 18:39:00 GMT -5
Cynthia chuckled with such a self satisfied smirk as the woman tried to strike her. Oh how she was hoping to get deep under her skin. If she thought lowly of Cynthia, then that kiss must have disgusted her. It just fueled her happiness. There was so much pleasure in upsetting this tiny little girl. Her right brow arched as she called her a foul temptress. Temptress had a nice ring to it. Of course, temptress equated to tease in her mind. Cynthia was no tease. If she really wanted something, she was determined to get it. There was no playing around the bush and acting like some coy schoolgirl when a man was ready to deliver. Still, the amount of hatred dripping from Geraldine’s lips made that word a comment. Even her aggression meant nothing to her. The smaller girl was gripping her shirt in anger and all Cynthia could do was pucker her lips and make a kissing sound. A light laugh escaped her lips as she smiled.
”…but if Lord Cain claimed you… I suppose I should be forgiving….” Her tone changed. She was suddenly such a submissive and obedient little girl. It hadn’t been the reaction she was aiming for, but Cynthia would happily take it. If the deformed little girl was suddenly acting like a little kitten, then it meant she won. How she loved to win in this little cat fights. Since middle school these little tiffs happened, and she always came out on top one way or another. ”…after all you’ve been through…he showed you mercy…”
”Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t say that. He showed me no mercy. He forced me to scream his name over and over as he rammed me over and over...”
Oh, she wasn’t going to let that girl go off so easily. She knew Geraldine wanted to strike her with all her might. But something must have snapped inside the tiny woman’s head. She kissed her neck with her thin lips as she tried to say something to offend her. Cynthia simply folded her arms as she looked down on the woman. In Geraldine’s eyes, Cynthia could see all the hatred in the world. And it was all aimed towards the latin woman. She laughed. This girl was so easy to toy with, like a little puppet! But then the puppet dared to push her…
Cynthia stumbled backwards but there wasn’t enough force in the woman’s attack to throw her on the ground. Oh…how she messed up. Cynthia’s arms fell down. Her right index finger moved up and gently tapped her jaw line. ”My, my. Are you’re afraid I’m a better woman underneath all this bullshit? Don’t worry, I’ll show you just why your Lord, enjoys me more than you if you want.” Cynthia was strong in the least, but neither was this woman. But she was taller than the little puppet. For now, she was determined to be the puppet master in this little scenario. The Latin woman grabbed Geraldine’s long black hair and pulled her along, tossing her towards the hotel. Oh how she hoped this girl was some pure little virgin because Cynthia intended on ruining her just like her little pretty face was ruined.
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Post by geraldine on Jun 18, 2009 16:05:54 GMT -5
Geraldine gasped in pain as the woman tossed her towards the hotel and she hit the door. The doorknob pressed cruelly against her ribs making a lovely purple bruise. Geraldine's hair, normally a smooth, straight cascade, was now disheveled and unruly.
It took her a minute to gather herself. The pain to the side of her ribs was mind numbing. Immediately the worry came that it was broken. That wasn't good. Not now. It wasn't good to have a weakness during a fight with a monster or with anything.
The pull to her hair hadn't hurt her so much. She was tough skinned from all the 'punishment' she'd suffered before. You gained a thicker skin when you were scrubbed down with a wire brush until you bled...
She took a few ragged breaths, glaring at Cynthia before she screamed and lunged forward at her, her fingers spread like claws as complete rage took over her. Her mind wracked with rage and her body focused on the pain, she pushed herself toward and grabbed for Cynthia's neck, but felt herself pressed against the door again.
It hadn't really occurred to her that Cynthia was going to try to take her purity. Her new interest was vengance. You didn't go through what she had just to let some filthy sinner spit in your face and what you believed in. You didn't meticulously speak to the gods just to have someone explain to you the vivid details of fucking one...
But it was so strange... she wasn't in her right mind to really think on it... but something about this was strange... Unlike when she'd been punished before, this didn't make her feel dirty. Fighting... dominating... being dominated... this was fun... And it would be more fun when she won.
But she wasn't thinking about that right now...
((OOC: ^^() I think I pushed it too far...))
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Post by selene on Jun 18, 2009 22:41:17 GMT -5
The girl attacked back. Apparently she wasn’t going to be taken by Cynthia without a fight. That was fine by her. If she fought back, that meant Cynthia would have even more pleasure in turning the girl into damaged goods. If she wanted this little puppet to see what was behind her makeup and frivolous bullshit. Whatever Geraldine thought of her and her lifestyle didn’t matter, she was going to prove why Cain liked her more. She was going to send the little bitch on a one way pleasure cruise to hell.
Cynthia was a bit happy the girl wasn’t easy broken. Toys that broke were no fun. But someone trying to choke her wasn’t something new. There were a lot of dirty men in this world; and quite a few of those men had practiced a fetish on the attractive woman. Geraldine didn’t have enough force behind her attack to even qualify as some affixation fetish. She shoved the girl back into the door over and over, trying to get out of her grasp. If she was going to start the read fun, she couldn’t let the woman continue to hold onto her neck; regardless if it was painful or not, Cynthia needed oxygen. But there wasn’t something needed in this situation. One arm kept the smaller woman at a safe distance away while the other hand went for the top of her white robe and pulled as hard as she could. She was going to get the little bitch nude.
The dark skinned woman laughed as the robe started to rip, hanging awkwardly off her body. Cynthia had such a sick and twisted smile on her face. She had never enjoyed other women, but she had never been aiming to completely dominate a woman. Was this how it felt like to be a man? She was so high on adrenaline, Cynthia felt like she could do anything. If one of those monsters appeared and tried to ruin her fun, she’d slaughter it. The woman laughed deviously. Maybe that was why that Cain fellow could kill that beast so easily. He wanted her and he wasn’t going to let something stand in his way. But she didn’t want Geraldine in a lustful way. It was all about punishment; no one looked down on Cynthia Velasquez!
“Oh you’re going to love this dearie, I promise you’ll be screaming for more… And then you’ll finally understand why Cain will always be fonder of me than you.”
She shoved the woman back into the empty room with the dusty beds. It didn’t matter if the door locked or not; somehow she wasn’t too scared about someone coming and interrupting the x-rated torture scene. If anything, if someone dared to come, they wouldn’t care to stop her. Humans were such voyeuristic creatures.
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Post by geraldine on Jun 19, 2009 1:25:30 GMT -5
Geraldine felt herself be thrown and suddenly she was on the floor in the dusty room.
She rolled over on her knees and crawled away from Cynthia, getting up to use her agility to keep away from her. If the robe ripped anymore her small, ripe chest would be exposed. That wasn't what she wanted...
Geraldine's mind drifted back to the lighthouse and Cain. He'd said he could feel what she felt and see what she saw... Did that mean he was watching this the whole time? It pissed her off to think he was watching and enjoying this little scene even as the woman over powered her.
Geraldine's thought path veered in another direction. If Cain was watching this... this may be a test. If she couldn't best thsi sinner to keep her purity... if she coudln't punish this sinner...
She moved around the bed and grinned from under her messy disheveled hair at Cynthia. She wouldn't let this woman win. No way. Cain was watching her. Judging her. She woudln't let some little whore take from her what she'd protected for years.
But that didn't mean...she didn't deserve retribution.
Geraldine flung the cover on the bed up, kicking up a huge, thick dust cloud, and threw the cover with an aim to put it over Cynthia. She then ripped the tattered peice of the robe off and ran forward, planning to use it to restrain the latino woman.
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Post by selene on Jun 19, 2009 18:46:55 GMT -5
Cynthia entered the room with a sinister grin and shut the door. There was something so very grim about this situation that made her happy. While there was nothing in this room to use in hopes to satisfy her dark urges, Cynthia was sure she could find something of use. If anything there was the heel of her shoe and the lamp next to the bed. Of course, such things would be too cruel if the little dark haired girl was a virgin. But Cynthia wasn’t exactly feeling forgiving at the moment. The woman dared to insult her with that ugly face of hers. If anything, she shouldn’t have looked up at the bronze goddess. But for some reason, the scarred girl didn’t know her place in the world. And today, Geraldine would finally learn that someone like her belonged under people like Cynthia.
The girl was crawling away until she got to her feet. She grabbed the sheet and threw it towards Cynthia. Presumable, the normal reaction was to scream and duck, but who would do such a thing after the hell she had been through. A blanket with dust couldn’t rip off limbs. A blanket with a cloud of dust couldn’t stab her in the chest. The woman coughed as she willingly choked on the air to inch closer. As the blanket tried to go on top of her, she grabbed it by the ends and stopped. There was a ripping then running sound before she felt the girl’s body against her. Cynthia smirked as she pushed the blanket off her and on top of the black haired woman. She was a wild one! She had the same rage as some vicious lap dog. And both just needed to be kicked in the face a few times to learn their fates.
Her arms wrapped around Geraldine’s tiny body, keeping her restrained. With the blanket on top of the woman, she didn’t have to worry about biting or anything like that. “Do you like the feel of my body against yours? Don’t worry, I’m only going to make you feel better…” Her words were dripping with sarcasm. Her knee sharply went up, trying to connect with the girl’s stomach. She was hoping to hurt Geraldine; she needed the girl weakened so she could do things to her. Very horrible and vile things. Her went up again before tossing her towards the bed.
“But first, we’re going to have to remove those pesky clothes of yours…”
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