"I like your ruffles" A finger is bent down and he flicks the digit through her hair. "Pink suits you."
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"I like your ruffles" A finger is bent down and he flicks the digit through her hair. "Pink suits you."
( his job involved a lot of early mornings. late nights seemed like the time when the services of a firefighter would be most often needed, but all those rush hour collisions you heard about? yeah. those lucky folks with an emt license had to go & check it out. )
( early morning or not, he wasn't expecting to see a girl like that in the front seat. first step––albeit a delayed one from the realization that said car crash victim wasn't the expected hungover, acne-dappled college boy–– was getting her out, & that was done as carefully as possible ; paying no regards to the contact between the frame of the car & his arms on the way. )
" you alright? anything hurt more than it should? "
✦; "C'mere, Cassie. I have something I want you to have."
⚜ "Odd question — y' don't happen to have some blood I could use, do you?"
❝Oh, Cassie-moo! I bought you a pretty thing!❞
❧ ; "Shut up-- it's too early." He could hear her rustling in the closet where he had her tied up, and it caused an audible groan to escape his lips. It was too fucking early for this. She had to know by now that she gets breakfast when he says so, and usually when he says so is whenever he wakes up. And today-- today was a lazy day. Today he wouldn't wind up rising until at least mid-day, and he knew she hadn't eaten since around eight the night before.
He turned over, laying on his back with the sheet set just above his waist. And the sounds of her shifting in the closet once again, even if it wasn't intentional, caused him to throw the blankets off of himself all together, feet slamming down onto the wooden floor. His body, that was clad only in boxers, hastily moved to the closet, ripping the door open before grabbing her by her arm, throwing her over onto the bed. Crawling on top of her, his index finger jutted out, pointing down at her only inches from her face. "You don't fuckin' listen when you're suppose to sometimes, you know that?" She had been here for at least a year ever since he had taken her-- she should know the rules.
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Wh---------y is the room spinning...--?
"No idea." Liar he totally knows but he's not about to tell her what he did.