Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 9, 2007 15:33:45 GMT -5
"I really do not think you have a choice!" Fingers enclosed around his throat, and he paniced. Memories hit, his Sire, and he struggled, thrusting his body against the tightness. He soon stopped after he realized how foolish this was. He could strangle himself.
He flinched his face away from the man as he leaned in to inhale his scent, and whimpered, but tried very hard to hide it. "There are worse things then this in life, I assure you." A hand grasped the collar of his shirt, and suddenly, it felt like he couldn't breathe. He howled, and tried to escape, wrangling himself as his shirt was torn from his body, exposing his skin.
Hands, of his own flesh and blood, slithered up his clothes, loosening each button by perfection and slowly peeling it from his body and shoulders, and hot, rotten breath skimmed like a snake over his goosebumped flesh, making him sauter and whimper.
He clenched his eyes tight, all fight leaving him suddenly. Not again!
"Please, don't, sir." He gurggled out, his voice rasped from lack of breath. "Please don't do this."
He flinched his face away from the man as he leaned in to inhale his scent, and whimpered, but tried very hard to hide it. "There are worse things then this in life, I assure you." A hand grasped the collar of his shirt, and suddenly, it felt like he couldn't breathe. He howled, and tried to escape, wrangling himself as his shirt was torn from his body, exposing his skin.
Hands, of his own flesh and blood, slithered up his clothes, loosening each button by perfection and slowly peeling it from his body and shoulders, and hot, rotten breath skimmed like a snake over his goosebumped flesh, making him sauter and whimper.
He clenched his eyes tight, all fight leaving him suddenly. Not again!
"Please, don't, sir." He gurggled out, his voice rasped from lack of breath. "Please don't do this."
