<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em><br/><br/><br/><em>Be still, be silent...</em> words, familiar but not. Just wait...just wait and help would come. It always did there was....but no, she was gone. Gone longer then Cat. Never to be found again. Sister. That was the word. Sister was vanished, beyond her reach. But there was another...only no. She was all alone. All alone. <br/><br/>Just wait. Pray. Salvation might come. <br/><br/>It didn't, dimly she was aware of <em>him</em> following her. Creeping closer, saying words her ears blocked out, touching parts of her body but she didn't feel it. No, no she had gone away too far to feel it. Just retreat and wait. Help would come. Rescue. Unresponsive were her limbs; the moment he touched her she had stopped trying to retreat and lay simply like a rag doll. Or like one of the dead. No reaction to the hands on her breasts. To the laughs. To the grinding, to that feeling of the wretched length of him. No, no, Dori had gone much too far away. <br/><br/>And so she lay, crumpled, eyes unseeing and breathing the only sign she was living. <br/><br/>In the end if no one came then perhaps she simply would never return, stay in that far off place that was far nicer then this world.</span></span>