<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/>He came onto her like a rainstorm, and suddenly the small comforts that were allowed before had been washed away like dead pine needles clutching onto the cracks of the sidewalk. His forboding fuck gave her a seriously used feeling, the entirety of Dianna's body felt cold. He'd sent a cool shudder through her bones, and the strangest feeling overcame her. She just wanted more. She was upset with his quick release.<br/><br/>His insight was a ruin in the process of degradation. He had hollowed her out, filled her with poison, and overwhelmed the very rhythm of her heart. the squishing tenderness between her legs oozed with unwelcome fluid. She quivered in the mud, caked in it.<br/><br/>She wanted to speak, she wanted to test his anger, his attention. She wanted to see what would cause him to lose his cool. But the gag in her mouth was insurmountable. So she squirmed in the mud for as long as he allowed her to. She awaited the ropes that would surely hold her in the house. At least, then, his negligence would feel like safety.