“Come to breakfast at eight.”
Nodding she watched his athletic form, the form that she had touched every inch of in pure pleasure.
After he left, she couldn’t help but keep the smile from her face before her smile dropped. The beginning of the end was occurring, in some fashion or form.
She took a shower and got ready for the day, wearing another pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt and some ballet shoes and was walking downstairs when she was stopped by Song, who stared at her, the blush upon her cheeks and the fullness upon her lips. “Rain,” he said. “After breakfast we are heading out.”
“Heading where?”
“A facility that will run the tests. I presume my brother has advised you of such since you two spent the night together,” he bit out angrily.
“You have no right,” she uttered.
“I have every right, I don’t know what kind of fucking mind tricks you are performing on him, but it will stop now, do you understand. He has never compromised his position with the government, his job with a piece of ass.”
Her hands curled together. “I am not performing any mind tricks on Enlai. Your concern is touching but not needed. I understand that you are his brother and that you wish to see him safe, I do as well and I would kill myself before harming him. Understand this, Song - I will never hurt him, intentional or unintentionally.”
“And how will you keep him safe from yourself? Huh, Rain?” He bit, grabbing her arm and pulling her back up the stairs where he pulled her into the empty hallway, shaking her with both arms now, his face fierce, angry. “How will I protect him from you?” He asked.
“Let me go!” She cried, scared, hating the fear, but what could she do, Enlai had taken her gun, knife and cellphone. She tried to wrench from his hands but was held in a vice, frantic, thoughts of her rapes flew to the forefront of her mind. “Let me go!” She cried again but he did not, instead he pulled her into the nearest room, throwing her in, slamming and locking the door behind him.
She fell to the floor, scrambling away, looking for a weapon, anything.
“What have you done to my brother, damn you,” Song bit out fiercely. “What control? You will answer me, Rain, I know how to inflict the ultimate amount of pain without scars…bruises.” He said, cold, deadly, calm.
Rain watched him, her breathing heavy, fearful. “I have not done anything to him, I promise you, Song, I have not, I don’t want to be in his head, I don’t want to command him,” she admitted softly, trying to calm herself, him.
“It is too late,” Song said, turning away from her. He spoke to her, his head half - cocked towards where she still curled upon the floor. “If you hurt him, Rain, if you cause his death, I will kill you. Remember this.”
Rain curled upon the floor, her head on her folded knees, arms wrapped around her. The fear would not leave, that Song would come back, that he would do more to harm her than just throwing her to the floor. Her thoughts lay empty, trying valiantly to find safety, a peace of security within herself, yet it was futile, no matter how she tried, her thoughts racing with Song’s violence, his words.
Finally she uncurled from the floor, cautiously walking towards the door, fearful, timidly going back to her room, there she locked her door after checking the room. Once there she looked outside the one lone window that was in the bathroom, above the shower, the drop would be steep even if she tied the bedroom sheets together. At least sixteen feet.
Returning to the bedroom she searched for any weapon and found none, even her mace Enlai had taken. Upon a second search of the room she found a decorative envelope opener, just sharp enough to do some damage. She placed it in her jeans pocket and hid the tip over the t-shirt she pulled over it. Once finished, she made her way back downstairs the sound of
Nodding she watched his athletic form, the form that she had touched every inch of in pure pleasure.
After he left, she couldn’t help but keep the smile from her face before her smile dropped. The beginning of the end was occurring, in some fashion or form.
She took a shower and got ready for the day, wearing another pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt and some ballet shoes and was walking downstairs when she was stopped by Song, who stared at her, the blush upon her cheeks and the fullness upon her lips. “Rain,” he said. “After breakfast we are heading out.”
“Heading where?”
“A facility that will run the tests. I presume my brother has advised you of such since you two spent the night together,” he bit out angrily.
“You have no right,” she uttered.
“I have every right, I don’t know what kind of fucking mind tricks you are performing on him, but it will stop now, do you understand. He has never compromised his position with the government, his job with a piece of ass.”
Her hands curled together. “I am not performing any mind tricks on Enlai. Your concern is touching but not needed. I understand that you are his brother and that you wish to see him safe, I do as well and I would kill myself before harming him. Understand this, Song - I will never hurt him, intentional or unintentionally.”
“And how will you keep him safe from yourself? Huh, Rain?” He bit, grabbing her arm and pulling her back up the stairs where he pulled her into the empty hallway, shaking her with both arms now, his face fierce, angry. “How will I protect him from you?” He asked.
“Let me go!” She cried, scared, hating the fear, but what could she do, Enlai had taken her gun, knife and cellphone. She tried to wrench from his hands but was held in a vice, frantic, thoughts of her rapes flew to the forefront of her mind. “Let me go!” She cried again but he did not, instead he pulled her into the nearest room, throwing her in, slamming and locking the door behind him.
She fell to the floor, scrambling away, looking for a weapon, anything.
“What have you done to my brother, damn you,” Song bit out fiercely. “What control? You will answer me, Rain, I know how to inflict the ultimate amount of pain without scars…bruises.” He said, cold, deadly, calm.
Rain watched him, her breathing heavy, fearful. “I have not done anything to him, I promise you, Song, I have not, I don’t want to be in his head, I don’t want to command him,” she admitted softly, trying to calm herself, him.
“It is too late,” Song said, turning away from her. He spoke to her, his head half - cocked towards where she still curled upon the floor. “If you hurt him, Rain, if you cause his death, I will kill you. Remember this.”
Rain curled upon the floor, her head on her folded knees, arms wrapped around her. The fear would not leave, that Song would come back, that he would do more to harm her than just throwing her to the floor. Her thoughts lay empty, trying valiantly to find safety, a peace of security within herself, yet it was futile, no matter how she tried, her thoughts racing with Song’s violence, his words.
Finally she uncurled from the floor, cautiously walking towards the door, fearful, timidly going back to her room, there she locked her door after checking the room. Once there she looked outside the one lone window that was in the bathroom, above the shower, the drop would be steep even if she tied the bedroom sheets together. At least sixteen feet.
Returning to the bedroom she searched for any weapon and found none, even her mace Enlai had taken. Upon a second search of the room she found a decorative envelope opener, just sharp enough to do some damage. She placed it in her jeans pocket and hid the tip over the t-shirt she pulled over it. Once finished, she made her way back downstairs the sound of
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