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"If we're talkin' about showing that booty off, maybe we should go for some booty shorts instead. Really show off the results of all that hard work," Tempest snorted, and... really, it wasn't too hard to imagine him doing something like that. If anything just to mess with her or make her laugh. "Okay, but don't mark the same cushion as mine. It's like Hollywood starlets on this bitch, my ass print is marked right there," she pointed over to the cushion they weren't sitting on, on the end of the couch. It was next to a lamp, where she liked to read sometimes or curl up to watch a movie. <br/>
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"Heidi?" She snickered, raising her brows as she looked at him. "I'm Swedish now? Hm... I could rock one of those dresses, I think... Learn how to do that dance..." She seemed to contemplate it before she smirked. "They do have great chocolate..." She clamped her teeth on her full bottom lip. She was insatiable, really. <br/>
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"Well behaved women rarely make history," she stared at him, quoting Eleanor Roosevelt before she cracked a grin at him that was impish as could be. But that grump face was on full display and she scrunched it. "Damn right I would... damn creep Princes... kissin' women while they're tryna sleep. Just let her get some fuckin' beauty rest, damn!" She piped, fighting like all Hell to restrain her laughter at that point. <br/>
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By the time she was snuggled up under the covers, the exhaustion of the day was settling in and making her just a little more complacent to the idea of going to bed. The bed was like magic, sucking her into it's warmth and comfort that he only helped along as she felt his hands tucking her in. She tried to ignore the feel of his hands even through the blanket, or the sudden undeniable wish that it wasn't in the way. For a moment, she could've sworn that he was lingering in the tucking, and she wasn't sure if she was imagining it between being tired and the two beers she'd gulped down rather quickly. She was only thankful it was beer and not wine, or she'd be a puddle in that bed melting under his touch. Lucky for him, the room was just a little too dark to notice the semi-bulge he was sporting. Though, it would've been endearing in a way. <i>I can turn you on by being a burrito in a blanket? Damn I got moves... </i>She was just a little too distracted with his hands as they tucked the duvet around her lower and lower. She snorted to his little rhyme, and nodded. She already felt her lids getting heavy. "Your tucking skills are top-notch, Crowe. Really, it's a talent. I may have to hire you," she teased, the corner of her mouth hooking lazily as she peered up at him with dark, dull eyes. <br/>
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Peering up at him with only her head poking out of the blanket, she wrinkled her nose. "I'll keep that in mind. Especially when I'm rubbin' my bare ass all over your car tomorrow," she muttered at him, her eyes closing when he bent down to kiss her forehead. The heat of his lips left an impression even as he left it, and it was the softness behind it that almost made her reaching out and stop him. To ask him to stay. She felt her fingers twitch under the duvet and her lips part as if she was going to say something, but she stopped herself and covered it with a forced yawn instead. "Night, Axel..." She whispered, keeping her eyes closed so the want in them didn't betray her. It was bad enough he was only down the hall, and she prayed to whatever God that would listen to her that she wouldn't dream like she usually did. She didn't want him to see her like that. She kept up those stone walls around him, acted like she was completely fine. She knew how much he worried about her, and she wanted to be strong for him. As he left the room, it somehow felt colder without his warmth and presence. Tucking herself further into the duvet, her head tipped down until it was only her nose poking out to breathe and the top of her head spilling her hair over the pillow. <br/>
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For a little bit, she tried to keep herself awake. <i>Maybe if I stay awake.. he won't.... he won't see... </i>But as her own body heat insulated the blanket and she could hear him moving around, knowing he was there was a safe haven even if she didn't want to admit it. With him there, she knew nothing would happen to her. She safe, and warm. So warm. Her body betrayed her as she felt herself drifting to sleep, and it was peaceful at first. Her soft breathing deepening and she succumbed to the thralls of a deeper sleep. While he dreamed of her being naked and horrendously putting mayo on her cheeseburgers, there was one monster he couldn't save her from tonight. It seemed the cards weren't in her favor and the Dream Gods weren't listening to her pleas for restful sleep. <br/>
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It was but a few hours in that she found herself in another time... another place of horrors that had nothing to do with food, unfortunately... <br/>
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<i>The dark, water stained walls of the underground tunnels ran deep. There was no sense of time down here, no telling if it was night or day. No windows to give hope that there was an outside world to this Hell. Bare feet of a woman covered in the bare minimum of clothing padded over freezing concrete floors. She winced every now and then when a chipped piece poked the soles of her dirty feet. Shivering, her arms wrapped around herself to recover some fruitless attempt of modesty in her too revealing undergarments They'd given and forced her to wear. Her hair hung limp and damp from the cruel spray of a ice cold hose when she wasn't as compliant as they wanted her to be to a paying customer. </i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">With knees weak from exhaustion and malnutrition, she collapsed against the wall. The sheer coldness of the wall that resembled everything about this place made her shiver and tremble, the narrow halls that was a labyrinth. She needed to find a way out. Desperate for escape and freedom, she took a wrong turn. Staring down the endless seeming hall, she heard the echoing cries of the other women that she wished she could save but was left powerless. Whimpers, screams, and even barking voices of men ordering them to do what they wanted. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed and turned away from the hall to backtrack to another option. The only way she could save them in this state, in this circumstance, was to get out of here and find help. To pull the tower's walls down from the foundation. </span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">More winding halls, her feet were sore and bleeding from risen or chipped cement. Leaving imprints behind in shiny red smudges. Breadcrumbs for the wicked to follow. Taking another turn, she found a large oak door that seemed so far out of place to the dimly lit and dark tunnels. It didn't match in it's pristine decor. It was from another place, another time. Another Hell. It slowly cracked open, the light it shed tore through the darkness and made her squint. Raising a trembling hand rose to shield her eyes against the beautiful light. The sounds of chirping birds and traffic bled through the light. "The end... it's the end," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotional joy as tears streamed through the dirt on her face. Ignoring the ache of her feet and weakness of her legs, she picked up her pace to a brisk walk that turned into a stumbling run. </span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">Her hands reached out for the warmth the light shed, the sunlight. Just as she breached the doorway, a large and dark figure stepped in her way. A shadow of a man that took her breath away. It was the Boogeyman incarnate, or perhaps the Devil himself. The hand reached out to grasp her throat, stifling a blood curdling scream that tore from her throat. It was a raw and soul shriveling sound, a cry of pain and torment mixed with horror and despair. With light within reach, she was stopped by the man who's face often inhabited her nightmares. "Where do you think you're going, precious?" He hissed to her, pushing her away from the light as the door slammed tight behind him. </span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 12px">"No!" She cried, a strangled sound as she saw her only escape disappear and turned into the stone cold wall. Any remnants of the door was gone, faded away. "No, let me go!" She rasped as she kicked at him, struggled as he pushed her against the wall with his body. A brick wall that made her soft curves give, molding to every curve of his own. "I will never let you go," he seethed in her face, the pain of a backhand slapping across her cheek, splitting her lip. She whimpered with eyes squeezed shut, her head turned in the direction the slap had sent it. "One day I'll kill you, you fucking bastard!" she spat a glob of blood in his face that he only licked away like a demon. "Even if I'm dead.. you'll never be free from me, Tempest. You're mine, you'll always be mine...." </span></i><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 12px">The treacherous, monstrous laughter that only she could hear bled into whimpers outside of Dreamland. Suddenly, the duvet that had offered her warmth and comfort was constricting and felt like his body crushing her. Her thrashing movements tangled it further around her, between her legs and she only felt his hands on her thighs instead. "No... stop..." She croaked, hysterical tears cutting down her face in sleep that didn't want to go let her. <i>He </i>didn't want to let her go. "Please, no! Don't touch me!" She cried out, her body trembling as she screamed and writhed, entangled in the blanket as she pushed and lashed out against the fabric that didn't give in the slightest. Sobs tore through the silence of the room as she struggled to come to consciousness, her voice riddled with fear and pain as she kicked out and lashed her arms about. </span></span>