<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> failing<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div><br/>Between his purposefully dehumanizing characterization of the slaves, and his apparent amusement in her present predicament, Sara's distaste for Dom was growing exponentially. Perhaps Dom was the lesser of two evils when compared to Tim, but at least their ruler and chief knew exactly who and what he was. Tim didn't harbor any delusions of grandeur or of... of...<br/><br/>Her thoughts came to a jarring halt the moment his coiled finger caught her by surprise. She looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise at the dull ache of desire his whispers stirred in her. She imagined in that moment, those fingers lightly following the curve of her jaw line, sliding down the length of her neck, tracing the edge of her collarbone. That bloody smirk dampened the fantasy and she inhaled for the first time in what she felt was an eternity.<br/><br/>Her wits were sharpened anew by the mention of choice, and she waited in unabashed anticipation for this supposed luxury. Her gaze followed his gesture to the door and lingered there as he explained the options it presented. While meant to manipulate her, his words did carry a measure of truth. She'd lost her only true ally in Noah, and wasn't going to be gaining any new friends among the slaves, old or new, after Mika.<br/><br/>It didn't' matter. She couldn't stay. Reflexively, and without thinking, she stood up and took her shovel. It felt impossibly heavy in her grasp, and she didn't make it a single step toward the door before setting it down again. A crushing realization had set int. Maybe Noah was right. Maybe she was shit. Maybe this was what she deserved - a suitable punishment for having made the mistake of reaching out to the man during the scuffle with Twitch.<br/><br/>She picked a place on the bus floor, stared hard at it. Her fingers moved to the top button of her shirt but she couldn't even bring herself to undo the one. Her fingers just hovered there, shaking uncooperatively before falling to her sides. She brought herself to look at him, but even that was some great feat.