8th dream; [stolen]
WARNINGS: possibly triggering material (rape)
You are trapped.
Right now, you can't see anything. You have your eyes shut tight. The rough, heavy iron of the manacles is slowly rubbing your wrists raw. Your hands are chained above your head. You hear nothing but hateful, disruptive things. The jangling of your chains. The way you fight so hard not to make a sound. Her gasps and moans of utter satisfaction and delight. The rain.
you can close your eyes, but you can't
keep yourself from hearing
and
You smell her. Her familiar perfume, the sweet soft scent of her hair, tickling you. And the musky-sick scent of her sex is in your nostrils, is humid against your skin, a stain you won't be able to rub out.
She is petite, but she is stronger than you. Her thighs clamped down. She is riding you and you are fighting but can't stop her.
You try to tell yourself not to feel this horrible slick sticky feeling, over and over again as she pulls you in and pulls you in
you can't
stop her taking and taking.
she won't let you go
she won't stop until she's done and she can go on forever
Into her you disappear again. Again and again and again and again.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are
[Hakkai wakes up quite suddenly, sitting bolt upright. He's trembling. It seems he's sleeping at a campsite, though in the darkness, it's rather indistinct. Staring at the Hitomi with an expression that can only be described as baleful, he shoves the accursed thing under a bag.]
You are trapped.
Right now, you can't see anything. You have your eyes shut tight. The rough, heavy iron of the manacles is slowly rubbing your wrists raw. Your hands are chained above your head. You hear nothing but hateful, disruptive things. The jangling of your chains. The way you fight so hard not to make a sound. Her gasps and moans of utter satisfaction and delight. The rain.
you can close your eyes, but you can't
keep yourself from hearing
and
You smell her. Her familiar perfume, the sweet soft scent of her hair, tickling you. And the musky-sick scent of her sex is in your nostrils, is humid against your skin, a stain you won't be able to rub out.
She is petite, but she is stronger than you. Her thighs clamped down. She is riding you and you are fighting but can't stop her.
You try to tell yourself not to feel this horrible slick sticky feeling, over and over again as she pulls you in and pulls you in
you can't
stop her taking and taking.
she won't let you go
she won't stop until she's done and she can go on forever
Into her you disappear again. Again and again and again and again.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are trapped.
You are
[Hakkai wakes up quite suddenly, sitting bolt upright. He's trembling. It seems he's sleeping at a campsite, though in the darkness, it's rather indistinct. Staring at the Hitomi with an expression that can only be described as baleful, he shoves the accursed thing under a bag.]