AndNich123
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 22, 2014
Location: Cell Block B
Tags: Rufio Arellano, Nysali
They were sniping at each other. On some level, it was funny and comforting. They reminded her of her own parents. The last time they acted this way was when her father thought his wife would enjoy a new shovel for working around the farm. Even she had shaken her head before lowering it, knowing he had made a mistake. ‘Dad. Come on. Mom wants romance.’ He had laughed and asked her what she knew about romance. ‘It’s flowers and going out. Finding a place with music and holding her tight. It’s nothing like the movies. It’s the dreams a woman has coming true. That’s romance dad. When you feel like you’re dreaming, but your eyes are wide open.’ Her eyes were wide open right now, and this felt like a nightmare.
Nysa approached, her voice as smooth as silk. Comforting. Warm. Inviting. She wanted to reach out and embrace her, but instead she stood firmly in place. There was the ever present of the man behind her. He was unknown, a mystery box that she didn’t want to open. She complied, closing her eyes slowly, softly, afraid of what might happen once her world was engulfed in darkness. Instantly her instincts kicked in, listening to every sound amplified. She could hear the rustling of ….clothes. His clothes. Her brow furrowed. Breathing. His breathing. Inhale. Exhale. He was watching them. His position hadn’t changed. Her voice sliced through the air, jerking her from her thoughts. She began to feel as though she were floating, almost able to see what was happening despite her eyes being closed. Turning her head to the side, she could almost make out her own features in her mind. The words seeming to come from her own lips as she spoke to herself. “You’re doing good.” Her body moved, spreading her feet apart for her. The actions were slow, but they were there, without fighting. “You’re doing great.” Looking forward once more, both her physical body and the one in her mind were now starring forward. “Be a good girl,” she told herself in her mind. “Nothing to fear. Remember that.” In and out she breathed, her head swirling as the woman’s words hung heavy in her mind. Her fingertips began to tingle, and her limbs felt loose. She felt her body waver slightly, but she did not fall. This was unlike anything she had felt before, and she liked it. The fear was slowly fading, freeing her from the shackles she had felt since she came to in the van on the way to this awful place. For the first time since then, she….was happy.
Tags: Rufio Arellano, Nysali
They were sniping at each other. On some level, it was funny and comforting. They reminded her of her own parents. The last time they acted this way was when her father thought his wife would enjoy a new shovel for working around the farm. Even she had shaken her head before lowering it, knowing he had made a mistake. ‘Dad. Come on. Mom wants romance.’ He had laughed and asked her what she knew about romance. ‘It’s flowers and going out. Finding a place with music and holding her tight. It’s nothing like the movies. It’s the dreams a woman has coming true. That’s romance dad. When you feel like you’re dreaming, but your eyes are wide open.’ Her eyes were wide open right now, and this felt like a nightmare.
Nysa approached, her voice as smooth as silk. Comforting. Warm. Inviting. She wanted to reach out and embrace her, but instead she stood firmly in place. There was the ever present of the man behind her. He was unknown, a mystery box that she didn’t want to open. She complied, closing her eyes slowly, softly, afraid of what might happen once her world was engulfed in darkness. Instantly her instincts kicked in, listening to every sound amplified. She could hear the rustling of ….clothes. His clothes. Her brow furrowed. Breathing. His breathing. Inhale. Exhale. He was watching them. His position hadn’t changed. Her voice sliced through the air, jerking her from her thoughts. She began to feel as though she were floating, almost able to see what was happening despite her eyes being closed. Turning her head to the side, she could almost make out her own features in her mind. The words seeming to come from her own lips as she spoke to herself. “You’re doing good.” Her body moved, spreading her feet apart for her. The actions were slow, but they were there, without fighting. “You’re doing great.” Looking forward once more, both her physical body and the one in her mind were now starring forward. “Be a good girl,” she told herself in her mind. “Nothing to fear. Remember that.” In and out she breathed, her head swirling as the woman’s words hung heavy in her mind. Her fingertips began to tingle, and her limbs felt loose. She felt her body waver slightly, but she did not fall. This was unlike anything she had felt before, and she liked it. The fear was slowly fading, freeing her from the shackles she had felt since she came to in the van on the way to this awful place. For the first time since then, she….was happy.