Sitting up on the bed, I glared at him as he brought all his stupid shit in. Wanted to scream wicked loud, but I was afraid that'd bring the heat up in here. Last thing I needed to see was cops. This was preferable to cops, which was kinda scary considering how bad my throat hurt. But whatever, I was no stranger to pain. Hated being locked up, especially in a trunk. Least in prison they didn't cut off the circulation to your hands or anywhere else. Course in prison I was as good as dead
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Liar. She wouldn't know good if it came up and slapped her in the face, but I didn't need her fingers falling off either. Pulled my knife out and cut through the cords, coming very close to her skin more than once. If she flinched, she'd be bleeding. I put the knife back and gently rubbed her hands, flexing each of the fingers and making sure that none of them felt cold. That would be a bad thing
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I raised my gaze up slowly to meet his as his fingers rubbed over mine, working the feeling back into them. He really was a fucking psychotic, his hands gently bringing the feeling back into my fingers after he just almost killed me. This was it, I was fucked. No escaping, no nothin'. The world was lookin' pretty bleak, between losin' my slayer powers, bein' a wanted fugitive, and bein' trapped in a motel room with a psychopath that happened to look identical to my best friend.
Watching him carefully as he said he was gonna make it all better, I almost sighed in relief as he brought out more of that whatever it was. Made me feel like flyin'. It hadn't escaped my keen notice that he hadn't killed me. If he was gonna, I'd already be dead or really fucking close to it. Or maybe I was just stupid for thinkin' that. But he busted me out of prison cause he wanted someone to play with. Thought he could wake up that sleeping psycho livin' in my skin. He probably could. But I wasn't gonna let him
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She had that look in her eyes again. Like her body and her mind were in a couple of different places at once. I loved this stuff. Had to get a shitload more of it. Everything seemed to be so much better with it in my system and in hers. Took a drag, holding the smoke in for as long as I could and then making a couple of rings as I blew it out.
"Magic pixie dust." I giggled a few times. "PCP, weed, maybe a few other little things. Oh, and the blood of the guy I took them from. I think they soaked up some of his life as it bleed out of the hole in his body. He screamed so pretty for so long. It was like music I could feelI finished what I had before moving across the bed. Putting my legs on either side of her body, I reached out and set my hands on her shoulders. Let my fingers slowly work the muscles there, moving in very slow circles. "Going to make you feel good." Make up for almost killing her earlier
( ... )
First I lose the knife, and then I got kicked. And what a kick that was. Told her she was still strong. Sank to the floor swearing my head off, clutching my cock. She was going to pay for that. Soon as I could get to my feet again, Faith was going to hurt
( ... )
I screamed so loud I thought my whole head would explode when I heard that pop. A flare of bright red stinging pain shooting all up and down my arm and back into my shoulder again. Stopped me from yanking the fucking headboard right off the bed and clocking him with it. So full of fucking anger I knew I could muster up that much strength. I'd fucking kill him, all of my anger was fueled as I glared up at him. His fingers squeezed my shoulder and I screamed again as his fists pounded into my ribs
( ... )
It didn't matter what I did to her, she was still going to fight me every step of the way. But I'd find something that worked, just had to practice a lot first. I was wide awake now, which gave me all night to play. Faith wanted to kill me, I could see it in her eyes, almost make out the words she was shrieking in my direction. But she'd want me to hurt first. So much like me, even if she didn't believe it
( ... )
I couldn't see shit when his fist slammed into my shoulder, another loud scream filling up the room as I pulled against the bandages again. Surprised I hadn't dislocated the other one while I was at it, tryin' so hard to get loose. Fluttering my eyes, I tried to pull against the tape, but it stuck to my eyelashes and held in place. That fucking son of a bitch, I'd slit his throat while he was sleeping. Didn't give a shit who he looked like, or whether or not Angel was still in there somewhere.
It's the way you did it that he'll remember forever. Not just the scars you put on his flesh, but the ones you put into his mind and soul. I doubt he ever would have forgotten what happened in Sunnydale, but you carved it deep. Could hear him down the hall sometimes, late at night. Gasping, moaning, talking in his sleep. He won't ever forget you.No, he was right. Wesley would never forget me, would remember my name long after he'd forgotten all the others. He'd see my face in his nightmares for the rest of his miserable fucking life. Was he
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Watching him carefully as he said he was gonna make it all better, I almost sighed in relief as he brought out more of that whatever it was. Made me feel like flyin'. It hadn't escaped my keen notice that he hadn't killed me. If he was gonna, I'd already be dead or really fucking close to it. Or maybe I was just stupid for thinkin' that. But he busted me out of prison cause he wanted someone to play with. Thought he could wake up that sleeping psycho livin' in my skin. He probably could. But I wasn't gonna let him ( ... )
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"Magic pixie dust." I giggled a few times. "PCP, weed, maybe a few other little things. Oh, and the blood of the guy I took them from. I think they soaked up some of his life as it bleed out of the hole in his body. He screamed so pretty for so long. It was like music I could feelI finished what I had before moving across the bed. Putting my legs on either side of her body, I reached out and set my hands on her shoulders. Let my fingers slowly work the muscles there, moving in very slow circles. "Going to make you feel good." Make up for almost killing her earlier ( ... )
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It's the way you did it that he'll remember forever. Not just the scars you put on his flesh, but the ones you put into his mind and soul. I doubt he ever would have forgotten what happened in Sunnydale, but you carved it deep. Could hear him down the hall sometimes, late at night. Gasping, moaning, talking in his sleep. He won't ever forget you.No, he was right. Wesley would never forget me, would remember my name long after he'd forgotten all the others. He'd see my face in his nightmares for the rest of his miserable fucking life. Was he ( ... )
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