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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Jan 24, 2011 19:59:38 GMT -5
You’re so hypnotizing. Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?[/I] “You’re so magnetizing! Feels like I am floating and leaves my body glowing!” Sung Emmaline happily as she danced around her dorm room, glad that her roommate wasn’t there so that she could act like the damn fool she was deep down inside. Katy Perry’s E.T was practically blasting from her stereo since everyone in the dorm house was out for the evening. Something about an under 18 club letting students in for the night had drawn out every student possible that night except for Emmaline. She was weird that way. In her head she didn’t find anything exciting about dancing really close to people. They say be afraid. You’re not like the others, futuristic lover. Different DNA. They don’t understand you. [/I]
“You’re from a whole other world. A different dimension. You opened my eyes and I’m ready to go. Lead me into the light.” She sang as she grabbed some of her new sketches and a thing of tape. Hopping onto her bed, she leaned up and started posting some of them on her wall. A happy smile went on her face when she carefully placed one of her current favorites – an elven girl – up above the head of her bed. The way she had sketched in the girl’s hair as if a fierce wind was blowing through made her extremely happy. Drawing people in profile bugged her and the fact that she had made the girl look beautiful in full profile made her excited to no extent. Dressed in bright pink short shorts and a white tanktop and her lucky fuzzy penguin slippers, she was so happy and comfortable that it appeared that nothing would go wrong. Now all she had to do was pay Bear – two twenty dollar bills rested on her dresser for him – and then all was good.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 26, 2011 15:36:51 GMT -5
So ever since that girl Emmaline had drawn me I had been wondering about how I should repay her. Of course, there was always money, or chocolates, or good deeds.... but pftt, I am not that kind of person. If I were to ever do that for anyone, it'd be the apocalypse.
It took me absolutely forever to find that bitch's dorm room. After forcing getting directions from people and searching the entire place, I finally found it.
Now, I'd tell you everything I had planned for her, but that would just ruin the whole thing. I'm keeping all this secret until I just can't keep it secret any longer, so don't be thinking I'll give you any hints or anything of the sort. So right now, I'm going to be short and to the point.
I went up to Emmaline's door, putting on a fake affable smile and knocking. Hopefully she was in there; I didn't want to be kept waiting all night. "Open up already, dammit." I muttered under my breath.
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Jan 26, 2011 16:06:51 GMT -5
Over the loud, obnoxious music in her room, Emmaline’s ears perked up when she heard someone knocking on the door. If it was someone complaining about how loud her music was, which was usually all the time, then she knew how to handle this. Hopping off of her bed she bounded over to the other side of the room and turned off her Katy Perry music and paused. Hearing the knocking again, she sighed and forced herself to walk over to the door. It was probably somebody coming to yell at her again for some other obnoxious thing she did. It didn’t help that she got really hyper and energetic at odd hours of the night. Like right now it was pretty darn late and she was full of energy.
While opening the door she said, “I’m sorry if my music was too loud. It won’t happen…”, but paused when she saw Bear. A smile was on his face, which was rather odd for him to have on. A lingering suspicion was forming in the pit of her stomach. Either that or it was the fact that her head finally noticed that she was partially dressed and should probably do something to cover it up. Giving Bear a smile, she opened the door wider so that he could come in. “Sorry for my rudeness. I get in trouble a lot. Come on in.” With that, she left the door open and moved back towards her bed so she could continue putting pictures up on her wall. Holding a picture she had drawn of a mermaid, her back arched as she brought her hand up to place it on the wall. "Sorry. I was busy putting pictures up. Let me just get this last one up and then we can discuss how I can repay you for letting me use you as my model."
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 28, 2011 20:02:49 GMT -5
She opened the door not too long after I began knocking, which was a good thing. I hated waiting. And not only that, but she let me into her room. Perfect, just perfect. Things couldn't be going any better than they already were.
I entered into the room, closing the door behind me and very quietly and discreetly locking it behind me. Hopefully she wouldn't be able to get out now; no escaping for Emmaline. Baha. I loved being evil.
As she went to tack up picture on the wall I followed her over, watching her with dark eyes as she bent over to do something. She was dressed pretty scantily, if you ask me; hardly half of her body was properly clothed. Mmm.... this would be too easy. Just way too easy.
A grim smirk drew across my mouth as I came up behind her, placing my hand on the small of her back and running it up underneath her shirt, my fingertips lightly running along her skin and the soft indents of the vertebrae of her spine. My fingers, of course, were headed for her bra strap, but I doubt she'd particularly enjoy me running my hand up her back. Ah, well, more was soon to come and she'd just have to like it.
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Jan 29, 2011 5:11:16 GMT -5
Your love…your love….your love is my drug. Your love…your love…your love…doo doo doo! The song ran through her head as she continued putting up pictures on the wall. Being in her own little world was fun. She didn’t have to worry about anything harming her. Monsters were gone from her world and in her world; it was only filled with light and shiny things. These things made her smile and kept her sane while she flitted about the every day boring life she had at Richmond High. A yawn escaped her lips and then she realized that she had originally planned on going to bed soon. She was going to have to pay Bear now and then go to bed.
A jolt hit her skin as she felt a hand on the small of her back; freezing as she felt his fingertips run across her back. Shivers of fear immediately ran up and down her spine. She didn’t like the touching. This wasn’t right. “Bear, stop.” When he didn’t, she got up and moved off the bed and started making her way over to the door. She didn’t like touching like that. It was disrespectful and if he didn’t stop then he would have to leave her room. Whether he liked it or not cause she sure as heck wasn’t going to let him stay in if he continued.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 29, 2011 19:46:52 GMT -5
"Bear, stop."
Oh, you don't know how many times I've heard that plea before. "Bear, please stop.", "Bear, don't do that!", "Bear, don't do this to me.". It was just classic -- all it was was a turn on for me. I liked hearing them beg for me to stop or to show mercy; that was just my thing that I enjoyed. I craved the cries of my victims.
So when Emmaline backed away from me and began heading towards the door, I made my move by bolting and blocking the exit from her. As if I'd seriously allow her to leave that easily. A devious smirk drew across my face as I sized her up. "What's the rush?" I asked in a taunting tone, taking a few steps towards her. Compared to my height, she was really small; fun-sized, to be exact. I tended to like the fun-sized ladies anyways.
Most everyone in the dorms was away, I believed, so there would be no one to hear her scream. The smirk tugging at my lips grew broader and hinted at the heinous plan that was forming in my head. I suddenly reached out in an attempt to grab her arms, while at the same time lunging forward with my head in another attempt to harshly press my lips against hers. I was going to get my payment in one way or another, whether she liked it or not. Donating one night to me ought to be enough of a payment.
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Jan 30, 2011 3:14:44 GMT -5
Her eyes widened when he almost immediately popped up in front of her. How the heck did he do that? Then again he had such freakishly long legs. Chills ran up and down her spine when she saw the look on his face as he looked her up and down. “I want you out of my room now!” She tried to move past him but he had completely blocked the door. “Please, can you just go? I don’t want you hear anymore. I didn’t agree to this type of payment, okay? Now get out!” When the smirk on his lips grew even more, she knew what was going to happen. Emmaline couldn’t help stepping back a little; the fear practically shining in her doe eyes. This couldn’t be happening to her. This couldn’t.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. This was not happening. “LET GO OF ME!” She yelled; squirming violently as he gripped onto her slender arms. That was before he crashed his lips onto hers. It wasn’t her first kiss but it was still all in all shocking. As her mind registered what was going on, she began to fight back again. It was not going to be successful though. Come on. She was like a foot or so shorter than him. No. She had to think positively. She would get out of this. Feeling more confident, she hauled back and kicked him as hard as she could in his crotch. With all the hope that she had in her heart, she hoped that it had hurt him enough for him to let go of her.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 30, 2011 18:43:11 GMT -5
I couldn't help but chuckle as she screamed. "No one's gonna hear you, sweetheart. They've all gone off places." The underlying tone of my voice was dark and heinous. I know exactly what I was going to do to her. Exactly.
The moment she started squirming and fighting back, I knew this would be fun. I absolutely loved it when my victims fought back; it gave me something to go against, and quite frankly, I liked it rough. That was, until she kicked me where the sun don't shine.
I recoiled back, growling and grimacing as pain erupted from that sensitive area, and after a few moments I managed to recover enough to lunge at her, though this time I was aiming to pin her against her own bed. If I could just get her onto there, things would get really good, really fast.
"No one can hear you scream!"
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Jan 30, 2011 18:56:40 GMT -5
What had she done to deserve what was going to happen to her? She had good grades, was nice to everyone and had so far made her parents happy. Then she recalled the conversation she had with Sage and how they had argued about how Bear was or wasn’t a rapist. Sage had spoken the truth and so this was her fault. It was her fault for doubting and now karma, in all of its meanness, was going to pay her back for being a disbeliever. If their conversation had been true, she wondered what Bear had done to Sage to make him so scarred in his own way.
When Bear recoiled back, she moved as quickly as she could over towards her bed since the window was right next to it. This was a worst case scenario and so she was going to escape somehow through the window if she could. Her back was turned when she felt something large and heavy hit her from behind and found herself hitting the mattress of her bed hard. No! This was not going to happen! Emmaline squirmed and kicked and punched as hard and as accurate as she could, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything. “Somebody HELP! PLEASE!” She found herself screaming; tears streaming down her face as she tried to fight. Adrenaline was pumping through her system at lightning fast speed yet it didn’t seem to be helping her anyway. “Why are you doing this? WHY?!”
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Post by Bear Keeni on Feb 4, 2011 6:00:26 GMT -5
She darted for the window, obviously trying to get some help. Pft. She's such weak bitch. I figured she already knew that there was no way she was going to get out of this without enduring some physical and mental trauma. Mind you, I never let any victims get away without some sort of injury, whether it be psychological or physical. For Emmaline, though, I figured it'd be both.
When she fell onto the bed I pounced on top of her, and already I was being assaulted with kicks and punches. Some were hitting me, others weren't; little pricks of pain all over, but it did nothing to derail my demented train of thought. My ears were ringing as she screamed, making me reach forward with my hands in the hopes of putting them over her mouth to make her shut up for once.
"I already told you that no one would hear you, bitch." I told her in a dark, daunting tone, glaring down at her with my dark eyes, my face merely inches away from hers as I leaned down. A grim smirk appeared on my face. "I don't need to tell your my reasoning. What say we have a little fun, shall we?"
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Feb 4, 2011 15:16:08 GMT -5
This type of stuff didn’t happen to her. Happy stuff happened to her. Good stuff. If she always behaved and was nice to everyone, then shouldn’t good stuff always happen to her? No! This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Within the span of several seconds her mind quickly sorted through everything she had done throughout the year, trying to find something bad that she had done. The only thing she could come up with was disagreeing with Sage about Bear. It was Karma! Oh my god! This was Karma’s way of letting her know that she had been wrong. Dead wrong! Hysteria must have been already affecting her because she had already had this conversation in her head.
Sobs wracked her body as the utter realization that from this day on that she would never be able to show herself to anyone again. Having her mouth silenced by his hands only seemed to hammer down the facts about what was to happen. She was going to be raped. The worst part was that the young girl had always thought that her first time would be with someone she loved. Instead, the thing she held most dear to her heart was going to be ripped from her by some psychotic rapist who felt that this was payment for sketching him earlier. God, she was so stupid. When Bear spoke about having fun, all she could do was shake her head. This wasn’t fun. What part about having someone rape her was fun was beyond her?
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Post by Bear Keeni on Feb 5, 2011 23:55:17 GMT -5
I could feel her body shaking beneath me as she sobbed; oh, Ripred, her sobbing. I had heard many girls cry before, but the terrified cries were always the most thrilling. You could almost taste the icy fear in their tears, see the horror glistening in their eyes, and feel the desperation in their actions. That's what I liked -- the dominance over another person. I was not the omega -- I would never go back to being that -- I was the alpha. I was going to dominate Emmaline. I was going to dominate her. I was going to dominate her....
I took my hand off her mouth, running my fingertips lightly across her cheek and down her neck to her shirt. Such weak fabric, shirts were. They could really do nothing to protect you, and unfortunately for Emmaline, this was more than true. I gripped the front of her tank top with both hands, right underneath the collar, and pulled the fabric apart as hard as I could, hoping to tear it. At the same time I leaned forward over her, turning my face a little to the side and reaching out with my tongue to lick off the tears that were streaming down her face. I wanted to taste that fear I had so often encountered with other victims, and I hoped to taste the terror that seemed to be gripping her.
"Cheer up; it'll all be over soon."
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Feb 6, 2011 1:02:14 GMT -5
Was he going to kill her after he was done? That was the only thought that now processed through her head as she laid there beneath him sobbing. Her eyes that had been wide open to stare at him were now clenched closed. She still struggled but her strength was quickly fading from her muscles. The adrenaline was pumping in her but her mind, now having realized how hopeless it was to escape, had lowered the amount she had received. What would happen if he did kill her? It would be so much easier if he managed to do that after this was done. It would be so much more merciful than leaving her here to suffer with the guilt and the nightmares and the pain. So much pain. So much…, but what would happen if he didn’t kill her. Surely if he was evil enough to do this to her, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her here with her pain.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the first touch of his fingertips on my cheek. Now would have been the perfect time to scream, but her voice was gone. All that she could manage to do was cry and try to convince her stuff, albeit badly, that everything would be fine. A little squeak escaped her lips when she heard the sound of her shirt ripping, feeling the cold air of her room hit the tender flesh of her skin. “No…” She said softly, cringing as his tongue ran across her cheek to lick up her tears. Please, God, let this end quickly. Let whatever this guy had planned for her go by quickly so that she could be left alone. It would all be over soon anyway, right? Biting her lip, she shut her mind down as much as she could and waited for whatever Bear planned to do.
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Post by Bear Keeni on Feb 8, 2011 11:06:07 GMT -5
I smirked as I moved my mouth over hers, kissing her in a grotesque fashion, but I was enjoying it. Her fear was like a drug to me and I was not going to stop. As her shirt tore, I pulled it harshly all the way off, going for her shorts next and trying to slip them off of her legs. Judging by how much time I thought I had, we could have a little "fun". Ohh, yes, this would be terribly fun.
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I had had my time with her and hot damn, it felt good to have some excitement again. Well, excitement for me, not really her. But who gave a shit how she felt? This was my pass-time, not hers; she just had to put up with me for the hour or so that I had to "play" with her.
Sliding off her bed and pulling my clothes back on, I couldn't suppress the heinous and dark chuckle that escaped me. "That was fun, wasn't it?" I asked her rhetorically, tying up my shoe laces before going back over to her and giving her one last harsh kiss.
"Have a good night, sweetheart."
A broad smirk drew across my face as I retreated back across the room, opening the door and closing it casually behind me. Glancing down both sides of the hall, I made sure no one was there before shoving my hands back into my pockets, striding down the hall and making my way back to my own dorm.
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Post by emmalinewilliamson on Feb 8, 2011 17:23:08 GMT -5
The next hour was like her personal hell.
The things that Bear had done to her would haunt her for God knew how long. All of the pain that she had been forced to endure seemed to have been written into her body like stone. There were ugly massive purple bruises on the inside of her milky white thighs and on her dainty wrists, marring her almost perfect skin. He hadn’t even bothered to use a condom. All she had been was a toy, a tiny bit of amusement to entertain him before he finished and decided to go have fun somewhere else.
’Have a good night, sweetheart.”
Those words started the tears up again; her slight body beginning to shake as she sobbed. The bastard didn’t care. He had gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he? Looking down at her sheets, she didn’t stop crying when she saw the blood dotting the now ruined torn up sheets. How was she ever going to tell this to her parents? That she had been raped and that their failure of a daughter had proven herself to be even more of a failure by being too weak and stupid to not notice what was going to happen until it was too late.
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