Post by zilya alexis raskolnikov on Mar 9, 2013 5:53:33 GMT -5
Zilya was angry. You'd think she'd be hurt, upset and crying but she was enraged. She had been pushed around enough. And to think she trusted that stupid little boy. She thought he was nice and innocent and sweet and he said he needed some help and the next think she knows, she's unconscious and wakes up here on the roof, handcuffed to the damned bench.
The blonde was furious she scream and cussed at him, in Russian of course but all he did was gag her and stare with that stupid blank expression. He said somethings but the words were barely heard by her. Something about not telling anyone or something worse will happen? She didn't care. She just wanted to get out of her but her hands and feet were bound.
The boy was crazy! He was like a robot with no expression but evil.. An evil soulless demon maybe! Yes! That's it exactly! Still he seemed intrigued by her and for a moment Zilya was incredibly frightened. He had a knife and ran it across her skin, making the shallowest cut under her collarbone, screaming out made no different with the rolled up piece of cloth in her mouth. The knife slid down, pushing at the material of her shirt. It was a loose one that was of her shoulder but he pushed it further and it really made her feel uncomfortable. He had been talking this whole time. Saying something about her not being a girl, that he knew.
She felt violated but she couldn't even scream. Her head was throbbing and blood was dripping down the side but Zilya couldn't even think about what had happened there. She had been unconscious and was afraid of just how much damage he had done while she was out.
A set of words did stand out to her. "Are you scared?" he had asked. She shook her head defiantly only to be told that she should be. It was then that he hit her, right across the face, giving her a slowly developing black eye. This wasn't something James usually did but he was bored of being nice and wanted to try something new.. He hit her again, hard this time. Zilya could taste the blood on her lip despite being gagged. She licked it to stop it bleeding and just glared at him angrily. James didn't seem affected by it at all.
She was bound and he was not. He had all the power in this situation. He spoke again, looking her over admitting that she did look like a girl. He was intrigued by it, wrapping a fistful of hair around his hand pulling it. Zilya winced at the pain but it didn't bother her as much as the bruises did. He let go, stood up and kicked her. It left her out of breath for a moment, crumbling further down into the concrete floor, the bloods stains forming on it. He pulled the cloth out of her mouth, it was stopping her from getting hurt as much. He hit her again a few more times. She could taste the blood quite well now.
The physical injuries weren't the worst of it. Zilya hated feeling his fingertips on her skin. It was creepy and it made her feel so violated. It was almost affectionate but she knew better. He stopped there. Saying a few more words about being bored before leaving. Zilya stayed there, her face bruised and her ribs felt just as bruised. She was hunched over on the ground, hands still cuffed to the leg of the bench and the key was on the floor, too far away for her to get to. Her hair was a matted mess with blood in it and she was coughing up blood. All in all, not a pretty sight but the worst part was that she knew she was stuck there. She would have to wait for someone to get the keys.
Outfit
The blonde was furious she scream and cussed at him, in Russian of course but all he did was gag her and stare with that stupid blank expression. He said somethings but the words were barely heard by her. Something about not telling anyone or something worse will happen? She didn't care. She just wanted to get out of her but her hands and feet were bound.
The boy was crazy! He was like a robot with no expression but evil.. An evil soulless demon maybe! Yes! That's it exactly! Still he seemed intrigued by her and for a moment Zilya was incredibly frightened. He had a knife and ran it across her skin, making the shallowest cut under her collarbone, screaming out made no different with the rolled up piece of cloth in her mouth. The knife slid down, pushing at the material of her shirt. It was a loose one that was of her shoulder but he pushed it further and it really made her feel uncomfortable. He had been talking this whole time. Saying something about her not being a girl, that he knew.
She felt violated but she couldn't even scream. Her head was throbbing and blood was dripping down the side but Zilya couldn't even think about what had happened there. She had been unconscious and was afraid of just how much damage he had done while she was out.
A set of words did stand out to her. "Are you scared?" he had asked. She shook her head defiantly only to be told that she should be. It was then that he hit her, right across the face, giving her a slowly developing black eye. This wasn't something James usually did but he was bored of being nice and wanted to try something new.. He hit her again, hard this time. Zilya could taste the blood on her lip despite being gagged. She licked it to stop it bleeding and just glared at him angrily. James didn't seem affected by it at all.
She was bound and he was not. He had all the power in this situation. He spoke again, looking her over admitting that she did look like a girl. He was intrigued by it, wrapping a fistful of hair around his hand pulling it. Zilya winced at the pain but it didn't bother her as much as the bruises did. He let go, stood up and kicked her. It left her out of breath for a moment, crumbling further down into the concrete floor, the bloods stains forming on it. He pulled the cloth out of her mouth, it was stopping her from getting hurt as much. He hit her again a few more times. She could taste the blood quite well now.
The physical injuries weren't the worst of it. Zilya hated feeling his fingertips on her skin. It was creepy and it made her feel so violated. It was almost affectionate but she knew better. He stopped there. Saying a few more words about being bored before leaving. Zilya stayed there, her face bruised and her ribs felt just as bruised. She was hunched over on the ground, hands still cuffed to the leg of the bench and the key was on the floor, too far away for her to get to. Her hair was a matted mess with blood in it and she was coughing up blood. All in all, not a pretty sight but the worst part was that she knew she was stuck there. She would have to wait for someone to get the keys.
Outfit
