<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br/>The outskirts of Reedland, nearbye<br/>Human<br/>Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged- Jack<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The plunging detriment of morality and sickening bile that spilled from this monsters lips had no end. Dianna was in absolute repulsion. She was sure he could see it on her, the trembling that came off of her shoulders, echoing down the hollow-feeling bones, it felt like spinning silk over the top of a fire. It inspired him to reach forward and grab at her face. He seemed to be delusional, criminal, men like this didn't survive long enough to fulfill their wishes. She knew this in the bottom of her heart that some one would stop him well before he could reach his own succulent peak. Perhaps she would be there when it happened, perhaps it would come years after her death. The hope in her heart was comforting, and it felt like she could float on top of his dark lagoon water.<br/><br/>"I can be what you need me to be, sir. I have no doubt in that." Her lips were firm, and it sounded like truth. Unblinking eyes found the bridge of his nose, staring hard at the face of her carnal disaster. This would come down to death if she let it get that far. If not the death of her own body, it would be his. Even the death of her ego made sense. Perhaps the death of another. she would wander through his maze of unguided rage, lust. It would be a power struggle, trying to tug her under the water, like the presence of thunder in the thick musty fog of a full night. The lightening of his aggression, the power of his will. How long could she stay on the surface. It felt like there wasn't anything left to save. Her control had been taken away from her, and in a way, Dianna realized that the lack of control had been on her agenda since Texas. She had run away from something, and it took Jack to tie her up, until then, she hadn't even understood why this journey had ever started. the freedom of chaos, the safety within absolute confusion and angst. the acceptance of death, the wallowing self-visualization of horror. She had left home to grow up, and it was right on schedule. There would be no coming back from this.<br/><br/>She was speechless. A grin across her face, matched with the pleasant sneer of submission was worth anything more than she could have put into words.