A Fitting Punishment...Or Not
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				Title: <strong>A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 03:33:44</strong>
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				Ashleigh was in a panic as she turn unto their street. Ashleigh sat there silently praying that he are not home yet. However those prayers are crushed when she saw his car parked in its usual spot right outside their apartment. She immediately felt her heart drop and her breathing start racing. Her face got hot as she contemplated turning the car around and going back in the other direction. However, she knew that he'd be doubly pissed if she ran away, so she opted to pull into an empty parking spot and take a deep breath trying to calm herself before getting out and going begrudgingly up the stairs. It wasn't her fault that there was an accident she tried to reason with herself with every step forward. But she knew she wasn't supposed to go out today unless the apartment was cleaned. She had planned on just spending an hour at the mall, but she lost track of time and had ended up spending most of the afternoon there
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 04:07:02</strong>
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				<em>"And just where do you think you're going?"</em><br><br>.: The voice was coming from a small red armchair down in the living room, there Dave sat. Dave was a rather tall man, with light brown hair that he kept but short, and sea blue eyes that sparkled with hints of green in the light. He held a glass of scotch in his hand, now close to being empty. He looked up at Ashleigh with a blank stare, there was a small smile on his face, as he was simply asking her what the time was, but as Ashleigh probably knew, it was all an act. Inside Dave's head, he slowly contemplated on what he was going to do with Ashleigh, she had been far too disobedient recently, and seemed to be taking his threats as if they were a joke. Under normal circumstances, Dave probably just would've yelled at Ashleigh again, but there was a fair amount of alcohol in his bloodstream at the moment, not enough to make him completely drunk, but enough to impair his thought process. He was going to make Ashleigh regret disrespecting him, it was just a question of how... :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 04:21:55</strong>
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				"I..I..I'm sorry," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.."There..there was traffic..an accident..I didn't..didn't mean to.." I say my voice trailing off, a bit of fear creeping into my eyes, as I know fully well that you are quite angry with me.&nbsp; Granted I'd messed up, but I couldn't stand your anger.&nbsp; Not only didn't I like to see you upset, but it also scared me a bit when you got like this.&nbsp; Seeing the glass of alcohol in your hand didn't help to calm my nerves any either.&nbsp; "Please..It won't happen again," I say.&nbsp; "I'll go clean up and get started on dinner right now.."
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 04:30:57</strong>
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				.: Dave listened to Ashleigh blurt out barely audible excuses with a satisfied smirk on his face, and when she promised to get started on her work he was tempted for a moment to just let her go, but he knew if he did, she wouldn't learn her lesson, so he spoke. "Didn't I ask you do clean up before you left?" he asked, but he already knew the answer. He raised the glass to his lips and finished the rest of his beverage off before getting up. "Ashleigh, Ashleigh, Ashleigh" he repeated as he started moving towards the staircase towards Ashleigh, deliberately with slow, heavy steps. "Honey what am i going to do with you? You just don't seem to learn, every time I tell you to do something you blow it off, every dammed time." By the time Dave had finished his 'speech', he was right next to the female, and waited for a response, but he wasn't planning on letting her go this time, no this time he would make sure she would learn her lesson. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 04:36:49</strong>
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				"Dave..please.." She whispered as she backed a few steps away from him.&nbsp; "I'm sorry..It won't happen again," she says as she looks up at him, that fearful expression in her eyes intensifying tenfold.&nbsp; "Please.." she whispered softly,&nbsp; "you're scaring me.."&nbsp; She didn't like the sadistic tone that his voice was taking on.&nbsp; That hard look in his eyes was something that she was definitely not used to.&nbsp; She was used to a kind, caring, sweet and affectionate man.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure who this man was who was standing in front of her, basically stalking her around the apartment, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't her Dave.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 04:47:12</strong>
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				.: Dave took a few steps towards Ashleigh as she took a few steps back. "Oh you're sorry?" Dave asked in a mocking tone, and then laughed coldly, a laugh that didn't seem to suit him at all. He leaned in towards the petite female, close enough for her to smell the alcohol on his breath. "Well you're going to be even more sorry afterwards" Dave then immediately grabbed the female by her waist and lifted her up with ease, then without another word he carried her to his bedroom. There he threw Ashleigh onto his bed where he immediately ripped out his cell phone charger from the outlet it was plugged into and used it to effectively bind Ashleigh's wrists onto his upper right bedpost. Then after, he quickly took of the female's pants and panties, revealing her attractive bottom. He rubbed all around her backside before giving it a hard <em>Whack!</em> as he struck her right butt cheek, saying "That's for not cleaning up the apartment" :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 04:57:25</strong>
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				She whimpered softly, tears in her eyes as she struggled against her bindings, trying to get away.&nbsp; The sting of his hand on her flesh stung like hell. That was sure going to leave a mark, even bruise.&nbsp; "Dave..please.." she whispered as her body squirmed and arched, trying to get away from him.&nbsp; "Please don't do this.." she begged softly.&nbsp; She knew that she'd messed up, and at that moment, she wished that she'd never gone out, but at the same time, fright ran through her body.&nbsp; She'd never seen him act like this.&nbsp; So..tense and violent, and ready to hurt her.&nbsp; The look in his eyes wouldn't go away.&nbsp; It was like a permanent fixture that Ashleigh could still see bright as ever in her mind even though she wasn't face to face with him.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 05:08:58</strong>
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				.: Dave ignored her pleas for him to stop, it was too late at this point. "This should teach you to not disobey me" he half-murmured, half growled into her ear. He was about to smack her again, when he realized a small problem. If he continued this, other who lived in the apartment building might overhear her screams for help, which could potentially lead to trouble. He quickly moved away from the bed, and Ashleigh would be able to feel the weight shift on the bed as he left and headed over to his drawer, and then returned. "Open up honey" Dave said in a cruel, sarcastic voice as he placed one of his socks that he asked Ashleigh to wash for him (She hadn't) into her mouth, and then secured it in place with a thin strip of cloth he had gotten by ripping up one his shirts. He moved his hand back to her rear and struck her again, not knowing where he was getting all this sick, perverse pleasure from. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 05:15:53</strong>
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				Her arms flailed out against him, clawing at his body, trying to push him off, but all her efforts were unsuccessful.&nbsp; By this time her ass was really starting to hurt.&nbsp; The tears in her eyes were from the pain now, rather than just from being scared.&nbsp; Her muffled protests and screams for him to stop could be heard through the sock.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that she was being put through this right now.&nbsp; She tried hard to get her body away from his, thinking that if she could just get some decent leverage, she would be able to break free and make a run for it.&nbsp; She jerked with all her might and still he was able to easily overpower her.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>03-07-2008, 17:09:02</strong>
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				.: Dave struck Ashleigh a few more times forcefully, before he decided he would try and reason with her. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it, hard causing Ashleigh's head to move backwards. He quietly whispered into her ear "Are you going to be a good girl now? Are you going to do what I say from now on? Or am I still going to have to teach you your lesson?" As he spoke his other hand was still pressed firmly onto her backside, and slowly began to rub her bottom, he then smacked her lightly, just enough so that it would sting. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 00:16:46</strong>
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				She whimpered as her body jerked up violently from the sting of his hand on her flesh again and nodded her response, her body trembling from the kind of treatment she'd just received.&nbsp; She looked up at him with wide, sad eyes.&nbsp; "Please let me go," she says in a soft, timid voice.&nbsp; "I..I won't bother you anymore...just let me go, please.." she all but whispered at him.&nbsp; She let her gaze fall to the floor, and let it remain there, not looking up for anything.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 01:07:13</strong>
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				.: "That's a good girl" Dave said, he ruffled her hair fondly, as if he hadn't bound her up and abused her. The male slowly put Ashleigh's clothing back on. However, his hand slipped into her back pocket and pulled out her car keys and her cell phone first, in case she was foolish enough to try anything. He removed her gag and gently kissed her cheek before untying her and re-placing the phone charger back into it's socket. "I expect dinner to be ready soon" Dave reminded Ashleigh before he left the room, to disconnect all the phone lines in the house, leaving a very distraught Ashleigh to ponder his sudden change in attitude. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 02:48:53</strong>
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				She looked down, her body aching and not in a good way.&nbsp; She felt like someone had taken all her spirit away from her.&nbsp; She just didn't understand it. He didn't seem to understand that she'd made a simple mistake.&nbsp; That's all it was..A simple mistake.&nbsp; It wasn't intentional.&nbsp; She would never do anything to upset him unintentionally and more so now that she knew what he was capable of.&nbsp; She knew of the agreement that they had on her being punished when she did something wrong, but she never thought it would be like this.&nbsp; Was she really expected to welcome his touch on her body again after he'd done something like this to her?&nbsp; She slowly limped into the kitchen, struggling to get everything put into pans and on the stove.&nbsp; When she'd finished just that, she leaned against the counter, relying on her hands to hold her up.&nbsp; She turned around and glanced at the pots cooking on the stove, before turning on the faucet with shaking hands, so she could do the dishes from earlier.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 03:10:35</strong>
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				.: Dave set to work on making sure there was no way Ashleigh to escape, though he was sure at the moment she wouldn't dare try, but he had some suspicion she might later, maybe when he was asleep. After he had managed to disconnect all the phone lines Dave walked into the kitchen where Ashleigh was attempting to prepare dinner. He opened up the refrigerator where he reached into the cold storage unit and pulled bottle of beer out of it. He pulled the cap off and threw it onto the kitchen floor and left the room, taking a rather large gulp from the bottle on the way out. He then sat back onto the armchair he was sitting in when Ashleigh first entered the building, and turned on the television, waiting for dinner to be served. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 03:17:12</strong>
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				"Dinner is ready," she said in that same timid voice that she'd adopted since the events of earlier.&nbsp; She turned to go back into the kitchen, having already set the food out on the dining room table, with a plate already prepared for him at his usual seat.&nbsp; She would not be joining him though..She just..she didn't want to be around him right now..Though she wasn't sure if she'd be ready to be around him again anything soon.&nbsp; She turned and headed down the hallway, to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her.&nbsp; She studied herself in the mirror and she had to say that she was quite a mess.&nbsp; Her mascara and eyeliner had ran terribly with her crying and she now had the black rimmed eyes that mimicked those of a raccoon.&nbsp; She turned around and saw the bruises on the back of her arms and thighs where he'd held her down firmly.&nbsp; As she looked at those, all the events from earlier came rushing back to her and she sank down on the cold tiled floors, crying softly to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 03:28:58</strong>
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				.: Dave noticed a change in the way Ashleigh now spoke to him, it wasn't that usual defiant tone she used to carry. She now sounded more submissive, as if she was scared of Dave, which he enjoyed thoroughly. Dave slowly got up, the bottle he was just drinking was empty, so he took another one out of the fridge and finished a 2nd bottle as he gobbled down the dinner, his mind reeling with ideas he had planned to do Ashleigh when he finished. He was considerably drunk at this point, and his vision was starting to blur up. By the time he finished eating he could barely make his way out of the room, so he settled with screwing around with Ashleigh tomorrow. Dave stumbled up the staircase, where he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep, subconsciously bracing himself for the massive hangover he would get tomorrow. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 03:36:09</strong>
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				Ashleigh slept on the bathroom floor that night having cried herself to sleep.&nbsp; She got up early and made Dave his breakfast, leaving it on the table which she had set.&nbsp; She wanted to have everything ready for him so that she would have enough time to make herself as scarce as she could until he left for work.&nbsp; She left the kitchen as she heard him getting dressed and went into the guest room, sitting quietly, waiting for him to leave, hoping that he wouldn't bother her before he did.&nbsp; She hadn't slept well at all last night.&nbsp; She kept on thinking that if she'd fallen asleep, he'd come to her and hurt her again.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that a man who had claimed to love her so much would do this, contract or not.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:04:59</strong>
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				.: When Dave finally woke up, he felt as if he had been hit over the head repeatedly with a large blunt object. Slowly, after 5 minutes of just lying in bed, he managed to get up and drag himself to the shower. He turned the shower on cold and let it run over him, trying to recall what he had done yesterday. As he finally recalled how he had horribly abused Ashleigh. Immediately, he felt a pang of regret in what he had done, and for a moment he wished it was all a dream, that he could run into Ashleigh's room and find her still asleep, still untouched and unamused. But as the shower went on, his regret faded away, as he recalled all the times Ashleigh had disobeyed him, yelled at him, and laughed when he threatened her. His guilt turned to anger and by the time Dave had stepped out of his shower, he was ready to take off where he started yesterday. While his hangover still lingered, Dave managed to get dressed and downstairs without much problem. :.<br><br>.: Dave headed downstairs and saw his breakfast ready for him. He finished his dinner as quickly as last night, drinking a cup of black coffee as he to help negate the effects of his headache. He was getting ready to leave for work, when he saw Ashleigh sitting in the guest room, and slowly walked up to her. He sat down next to her and placed his left arm around her shoulder, and began running his hand through her hair, as if everything was okay. "I'm going to go to work now okay honey? I want the apartment cleaned up the then, understand?" Dave whispered into her ear, and then stood up and headed for work, leaving Ashleigh alone. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:11:38</strong>
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				Ashleigh tensed visibly in his arms, and actually pulled away slightly from his touch.&nbsp; She didn't know what to make of it.&nbsp; She knew that he wasn't done with her yet.&nbsp; She only hoped that she could survive whatever it was that he had planned for her.&nbsp; If she did, he hoped that he would be kind enough to allow her to leave here without making too much of a fuss.&nbsp; She just couldn't see herself staying around if this is what she had to endure from him time after time.&nbsp; She wanted out.&nbsp; Last night had done a number on her.&nbsp; It had proved that Dave didn't care about her, all he cared about was having a maid.&nbsp; If he had cared, he would've stopped when she had begged him to stop.&nbsp; He wouldn't have continued and he certainly wouldn't have pretended that nothing was the matter here.&nbsp; She heard the door close, and sighed in relief as she went about doing his bidding.&nbsp; By the time he got home, dinner was on the table, and the house was spotless.&nbsp; Once again, Ashleigh was nowhere around him.&nbsp; Back in the guest room was where she was.&nbsp; She was determined to avoid him at all costs, to avoid facing his wrath again.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:34:44</strong>
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				.: Dave returned from work about 8 hours later. He pulled into the driveway and stepped out of his car and walked up his driveway where he entered the apartment building, and then into his room. The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the house as Dave entered, alerting Ashleigh of his presence. Dave then proceeded to examine the entire building, noticing that it was clean for the first time in months. He finally found Ashleigh sitting on the bed, the way she was 8 hours ago. He sat next to her again and placed his hand over Ashleigh's gently, giving it a small squeeze. "Good job" he said quietly to Ashleigh, "I think it's time you be rewarded" Dave said as he turned and looked at Ashleigh's face, so she wouldn't look away. "So what do you want honey?" :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:41:32</strong>
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				"Nothing," she said in a soft, blank voice.&nbsp; She pulled her hand away, folding them both in her lap. She made sure to keep her eyes on the floor, not wanting to look up at him for fear of what she would see.&nbsp; She didn't want to see..to see what he'd turned into last night.&nbsp; She couldn't bear that.&nbsp; She was content to be left with the memories of how she knew him to be.&nbsp; Kind, caring, loving, sweet.&nbsp; The sad part of that was that she'd never be able to go back to the relationship that they had before.&nbsp; The relationship where she wasn't avoiding him, and they were doing well with each other.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:48:06</strong>
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				.: Dave was starting to get impatient. He suddenly grabbed one of her hands and wrenched it upwards. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he growled at her, still keeping a vice-like grip one her hand, slowly crushing it. He could feel how delicate her hand was, how easy he would be able to break it. He looked at her face, waiting, expecting for her to look back at him in return, and waited for her apology. His was no longer the kind, caring face that Ashleigh used to expect. His face was contorted with anger, with rage, making him appear almost inhuman. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 04:53:10</strong>
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				"Do you hate me that much?" she asked in a flat voice, not making any move to take her hand back even though the pain was starting to become unbearable from him wrenching it.&nbsp; She looked up at him, her once vibrant, energetic green eyes, now were dull and lifeless.&nbsp; "I'm sorry for whatever it is I did to make you hate me like this," she whispered.&nbsp; "I'll have my things out by the time you get back from work tomorrow," she says softly, looking down at the floor again.&nbsp; Sure it would kill her to leave, but she couldn't stay.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 05:01:41</strong>
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				.: "Leave?" Dave repeated, his voice in disbelief. "I don't think so" his voice dropped down to his low, threatening voice again. "You're not going to leave understand? You're going to stay here, and do whatever I say, got it?" Dave commanded Ashleigh, he pushed her forcefully back onto the bed, and lay right next to her, still making sure his hand was dominating hers. He then pulled Ashleigh close to him, where he kissed her, very softly on her neck, his kiss was much more aggressive, and lacked the tenderness that he had before, there was much more lust in it. :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 05:07:09</strong>
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				"Stop..please..just stop..." she whimpered, struggling underneath him.&nbsp; "Please...don't do this..." she begs of him.&nbsp; She struggled against his hands to try and push him out of the way. She turned her head away from him, trying to get away, to avoid his lips on her skin.&nbsp; The thought of it made her cringe.&nbsp; She didn't want to be taken, not like this.&nbsp; Not when he was like this.&nbsp; She just couldn't let him do this.&nbsp; "You're not the man I fell in love with.." she whimpers softly as his body presses hers down on the bed.&nbsp; "You're not him.&nbsp; You're nothing but a monster.." she says softly, closing her eyes tightly to shield her tears from his view.
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 05:19:21</strong>
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				.: "Shhh, stop struggling or I'll have to tie you up again" Dave grinned wickedly at the thought, and felt himself grow harder, his manhood pressing against his pants, creating a large bulge. Dave kissed her neck again, slowly moving his kisses up to her lips. When he finally made contact with Ashleigh's soft lips, he forced his tongue into her mouth, pressing her arms down his own hands, pinning her onto the bed.&nbsp; :.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 05:23:06</strong>
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				She closed her eyes, blocking him out, going into her mind, to get away from this.&nbsp; She wouldn't allow herself to be emotionally scarred by this.&nbsp; She couldn't..She wouldn't...Ashleigh slowly felt herself slipping mentally and emotionally further and further away from Dave, who didn't seem to give a damn.&nbsp; This was the same man that claimed that he loved her.&nbsp; Is this how he showed her that he loved her? By making her life miserable and making her wish that she'd never met him?
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				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 21:48:40</strong>
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				.: Dave pulled out of the rather sloppy kiss and struck Ashleigh across the face with his hand, as if to remind her that it was all real, that everything that was happening right now was real, and there was no way she could kid herself otherwise. "Listen up Ashleigh, because this is how things are going be around here from now on" Dave's voice was cold and dominant, he sounded as if he was going to hit Ashleigh if she interrupted him. "You're going to stay here, and do whatever I tell you, and if you don't..." Dave's voice trailed off as he laughed darkly "Well, I think you get the point. Do you understand me?" Dave looked straight as Ashleigh, his arms pinning hers down onto the bed, his body on top of hers, restricting all her movements as he waited for her to respond, for her to accept the fact that she was now his servant, and there was nothing she could do about it.
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				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 22:14:02</strong>
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				She looked up at him, her eyes like lifeless drones as she took in what had happened.&nbsp; She couldn't believe that he would do this to her.&nbsp; This wasn't a Dom/sub relationship, this was abuse.&nbsp; She was supposed to be the most important aspect of his life, and now he'd seemed happy to watch her hurt.&nbsp; She just didn't understand it.&nbsp; She really didn't.&nbsp; She could only hope that he would snap out of this soon, or else, she didn't know what she'd do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 22:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave waited a few more seconds and then repeated the last thing he said, slowly this time, emphasizing each word. <em>"Do you understand me?"</em> He pressed down on Ashleigh a little tighter, so she would understand this time. He wanted to hear her give herself up to him, and it didn't look like he wasn't planning on taking no for an answer. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 23:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"yes." was all she replied in a soft, timid voice, not looking up at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 23:33:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave smiled, he released Ashleigh's arms, and leaned forward and kissed her again briefly, his tongue rubbed against Ashleigh's for the brief moment it was inside her mouth. "Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Dave said, in a cruel, teasing voice. His hands moved upwards and slowly grasped both of her breasts, he held them in his hands and caressed them gently, feeling the warmth inside of them. His right hand quickly found the nipple on her right breast and rubbed her nipple with his index finger and his thumb through the fabric of her shirt, all the time giving her small, warm kisses on her neck. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 23:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh grimaced, trying to keep still, hoping that it would be over soon and then he would let her be.&nbsp; She got a sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach that she would not make it out of this house alive.&nbsp; "What has happened to you?" she asked softly.&nbsp; "I'm sorry I didn't have the house cleaned, but...is all this necessary?" she asked softly.&nbsp; "What are you not going stop til I"m dead?&nbsp; Is that what you want?" she asked, the fright evident in her voice.&nbsp; "If that's what it takes, then please...give me the knife..I'll stab my own self if that's what's going to make you stop this.."&nbsp; She didn't know what else to do.&nbsp; This seemed to be the only way for her.&nbsp; She was willing to give up her own life to end the torture that Dave was putting her through.&nbsp; This time, she couldn't blame it on his drinking, because as far as she could tell, he wasn't drunk.&nbsp; She knew that she'd upset him, but was all of this really necessary?&nbsp; This wasn't her Dave.&nbsp; Someone had taken him away from her and replaced him with this evil monster standing in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 00:10:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave listened to Ashleigh talk, when she had finished he let out a long laugh. "Kill you? That's the last thing I was planning to do." He laughed again, and slowly removed the girl's shirt. He quickly moved her bra aside as well, revealing her soft, round breasts. "Now just relax and enjoy yourself, otherwise I might have to punish you again" Dave laughed a third time before moving his head forward towards her breasts. He softly licked her nipples with his tongue, before gently suckling on them, his hands rubbing her breasts together as he did. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 00:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body lay tense underneath his.&nbsp; She didn't trust him anymore..She couldn't trust him, especially with her body.&nbsp; He'd hurt her more than once and she was pretty sure that he was more than capable of doing it again.&nbsp; She tried not to whimper so as not to get slapped again.&nbsp; Her face was bruised by now, that much she was sure of.&nbsp; Usually she always found pleasure in Dave's touch, but not now.&nbsp; She wasn't sure that she'd ever be able to again, and if she did, it wasn't going to be anytime in the near future<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 00:24:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave continued to suckle on Ashleigh's nipples, he was giving himself more pleasure than giving Ashleigh pleasure, but he could really care less. Every once in a while he would gently bite down on her nipple, not enough to break the skin or hurt too badly, but enough to make her feel it. As he did this, one of Dave's hands slipped down into her pants and passed her panties, he ran his fingers along the lips of her sex, and slowly made his way to her clitoris. His fingers rubbed her clit gently, brushing his thumb across it every once in a while. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 00:33:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh's sex was as dry as it could possibly be.&nbsp; She found no pleasure in what he was doing.&nbsp; She shuddered in pain as he tweaked her clit, a sharp stab shooting through her body
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 00:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave noted that Ashleigh was still very dry, but he didn't really let that bother him. He was doing this for his own pleasure, and if she didn't like it... well he really didn't care. Dave found his zipper and pulled it down, his large, erected member, dripping with pre-cum stuck out of his pants. He moved it up to her head and positioned it so it was right in front of her face. "Suck it" Dave said, his voice held no emotion, it was a command, nothing more. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 00:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh forced her mouth open, and took his member into her mouth, and sucked on it, trying not to gag.&nbsp; She started sucking slowly and steadily, each stroke of her mouth an effort for her.&nbsp; She had never felt so used and humiliated in her life.&nbsp; She would never want to be with a man that had treated her like this all along.&nbsp; He didn't love her.&nbsp; She was nothing more than a servant to him.&nbsp; A servant and a sex toy.&nbsp; She doubted that he'd ever loved her, from the way he was acting.&nbsp; No matter what had been said or gone down in the past, all those sweet words and kind manners..They meant nothing to her now, just like she obviously meant nothing to him now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave ran his fingers through Ashleigh's hair as she sucked on him, every once in a while re-adjusting his body so he went deeper into her. After a while, he felt himself coming close to climaxing, and he grabbed Ashleigh by the back of her head and pushed her head forward as he shot a load deep into the back of her throat. He let go of the her head and pulled his member out of her mouth. He wiped off the saliva and cum that was still on it on Ashleigh's face, before getting up again. "Now just do what I say, and we won't have to have another one of these 'session's again, understand?" Dave said before he zipped his pants back on left the room, but not before adding "Oh, and I expect dinner in an hour." :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked down as she shakily got off the bed, and slipped her clothes on.&nbsp; She went silently into the kitchen.&nbsp; Her entire body was numb, and her emotions were even worse off.&nbsp; She felt nothing but fear for that man.&nbsp; Nothing at all.&nbsp; She got into the kitchen and looked around.&nbsp; This was where her torture had all started.&nbsp; She went about getting his dinner ready and putting it on the table, but not staying in there herself while he sat down to eat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:23:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave went out of the house, but he returned exactly on the hour, and walked into the kitchen where he found his dinner all ready for him. He decided he had done enough for today, and he finished his dinner and decided to go to sleep early after that, after all he quite a bit to do the next day. Without bothering to find out Ashleigh was, he went upstairs and closed the door to his room, where he fell asleep quite easily. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:30:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh couldn't help herself and slept curled up on the floor of the guest bedroom again.&nbsp; Whenever she'd doze off, she'd be awakened by a nightmare that included Dave beating her to a bloodied mess that ended up in her going to the hospital, or even worse..dying.&nbsp; By three AM she had given up on sleeping and sat down in her corner, hugging her knees, just peering out into the darkness til the sun came up.&nbsp; She then forced herself to go downstairs and make Dave his breakfast and returning to her room, so she wouldn't be around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave woke up at about his usual time, he slowly got up and got a shower before dressing as usual. He walked down the staircase and into the kitchen, where he sat down and ate the breakfast that was prepared for him. Dave didn't see Ashleigh, but he assumed that she was where he had left her before, in the guest room. As he got ready to leave for work, he called to Ashleigh from the front door. "Hey honey, I'm leaving now. My friend Tom is heading over today at about noon. I want you to treat him to a good time, a real good time understand?" Dave didn't even bother adding a threat, he assumed she knew what would understand what he would do to her if she didn't. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great..now he's turned me into a prostitute.." I think to myself as tears fill my eyes.&nbsp; I take off my wedding band and place it on the dresser in the guest bedroom, wanting to forget about that..Our marriage was nothing more than a joke to you now.&nbsp; What happened to our wedding vows?&nbsp; For you to love, honor and protect me?&nbsp; You couldn't protect me from yourself obviously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 01:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Noon came around, and at about 1 o' clock, there was a knock the at the front door. The man behind the door was named Tom. He was about 6 foot 3, and had dark brown hair that went off to the side. His eyes were a dark brown-ish color as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, all his clothes looked a bit ragged. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:11:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi," Ashleigh squeaked out to him.&nbsp; She knew that Dave had sent him over here to embarrass her further, by showing off the fact that she'd been punished and that she was now worth nothing to him.&nbsp; When was it going to be enough for him?&nbsp; When will he understand that she had served her time and then some?&nbsp; She wanted this nightmare to be over.&nbsp; That's all she wanted, was for everything to be over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:24:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: As the door opened, Tom looked at Ashleigh and gave her a friendly smile. "Hey... I'm Tom... did Dave tell you I'm coming over?" Tom stumbled over his words slightly, and as he spoke his hand ended up behind his head, Tom wasn't too good with strangers, hence why never had many friends. :.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:28:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y..y..yes.." she stammered out softly, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.&nbsp; "My husband told me you'd be coming," she says timidly.&nbsp; "Husband.." she thought to herself.&nbsp; For some reason, Dave didn't earn that title anymore.&nbsp; He was no longer worthy of being called her husband.&nbsp; He didn't act like a husband should act, so why should she refer to him as such?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: "Right" Tom said, he wondered what to do now, because Ashleigh, who was apparently Dave's wife was blocking the doorway, and for some reason she seemed very timid. He stood there, waiting for Ashleigh to invite him inside, or something to happen that would break this icy tension. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:38:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come in," she says softly, standing out of the way timidly as she kept her eyes on the floor.&nbsp; Once he got in, she abruptly closed the door behind him.&nbsp; "Have a seat," she says softly, gesturing to the couch.&nbsp; She took the seat on the opposite side of the room creating some space between the two of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Tom nodded and walked inside the house, looking around before taking a seat onto the couch where Ashleigh had asked him to sit. He looked at Ashleigh for a moment, before going back to looking around at the rest of the house. There was a long pause before Tom, feeling awkward, finally asked "So... you stay home while Dave works?" :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:54:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On the days when I don't have classes," I say softly, looking around the room, not wanting my gaze to settle on him.&nbsp; She kept on looking at him wanting to know what the hell he was doing here.&nbsp; "Is Dave meeting you here for lunch or something?" she asked.&nbsp; She knew that Dave never came home from work for lunch, but since stranger things have happened in the past two days, she figured that it wouldn't be too surprising if he did.&nbsp; Another thing for him to beat up on me for, she thought to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 02:59:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: "Um...that's what I figured, does he normally not show up here for lunch or something?" Tom asked, feeling more and more uncomfortable as he sat there. He thought Dave was coming, but he had no idea at this point. Tom placed his right arm behind his head again and he leaned backwards into the couch slightly, wondering what to do now. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Call him and ask him exactly what he's doing.." she says, looking at him.&nbsp; "I really don't know what to tell you, and he hadn't told me anything. She couldn't even begin to imagine what type of scheme that Dave was planning now, she only hoped that she would be able to live with herself, or even just..live in general after this was over.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Tom stared at Ashleigh for a moment, and then nodded and said "Alright" before pulling out his cell phone and punching in a few numbers before putting the phone to his ear. After about 15 seconds or so Tom began talking to Dave, and he held his cell phone out to Ashleigh. "He says he wants to talk to you" Tom said, not really sure what was going on right now. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:12:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hello.." I ask softly, taking the phone from him and holding it up to my ear.&nbsp; I am almost dreading whatever it is you are going to say on the other end of the line.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: "I already told you what you're supposed to do, and I swear if you don't do it by the time I get back, you're going to wish you were never alive" and with that, Dave hung up. Tom continued to lounge on the couch on the other side of the room, wondering what was going on. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:19:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh looked down at him, and stood there thinking.&nbsp; She felt tears come to her eyes as she thought about how Dave was treating her.&nbsp; She couldn't..She just couldn't do this.&nbsp; She went into the kitchen, and took out a knife, holding it to her wrist as she thought about all the events of what had been going on over the past few days.&nbsp; She brought the knife up to her wrist, as the tears came pouring out of her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:24:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Tom watched Ashleigh walk back into the kitchen, she seemed visibly upset. Curious, Tom got up and walked towards the kitchen, to make sure everything was alright. When he turned and saw Ashleigh pointed a knife over her wrist, he knew something was definitely wrong. "Y'know" Tom called to Ashleigh, hoping he could stop her from hurting herself "If it's really that much trouble I can just go out to eat" he couldn't help but add a touch of humor into his voice when he said so. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't look at him.&nbsp; She barely heard him, as the tip of the sharp knife touched her skin.&nbsp; She couldn't think of anything else to do.&nbsp; Everything else seemed like a sour alternative.&nbsp; What did she have to live for anymore?&nbsp; Getting beat up by a man that no love left in her heart for her anymore.&nbsp; Someone that didn't love her?&nbsp; That wasn't worth living for anymore..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 03:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: "Woah, woah time out" Tom said as he quickly grabbed Ashleigh's hand and lifted it away from her wrists, so she wouldn't hurt herself. "What happened?" Tom asked Ashleigh, keeping her hand away from her wrist, his grip was strong, perhaps not as strong as Dave but strong enough to keep Ashleigh from trying to cut herself again. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing.." she says softly, looking down.&nbsp; "It's none of your concern.&nbsp; Dave won't be able to make it for lunch today after all," I say lying.&nbsp; "Something came up at work.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:47:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Tom wasn't sure what to do, or what to say. He slowly let go of Ashleigh's other hand and backed away slowly, looking rather puzzled. He slowly turned and left the kitchen, heading for the door. "I'm sorry" was the last thing Tom said before he exited the building, deciding not to go back to Dave's house for lunch...ever. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:52:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sank down on the floor, crying softly, still holding the knife.&nbsp; She knew that Dave would be pissed and that she would regret it.&nbsp; She picked up the knife and looked at the sharp point.&nbsp; Bringing it to her forearm, she pressed the blade down, and let it pierce her skin as she drew it down her arm slowly, a trail of blood following in it's wake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Several hours past, and Dave still hadn't returned home from work, he normally got home at about 6 or 7, and it was already 10. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 17:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh barely noticed the passing of time.&nbsp; She sat in her corner in the guest bedroom, the knife in her hand.&nbsp; She kept on making little cuts all up and down her arm.&nbsp; She didn't notice the pain.&nbsp; She was immune to it.&nbsp; She didn't feel anything.&nbsp; Her spirit and her life was gone.&nbsp; Dave had taken both of those away from her, and she couldn't forget that easily.&nbsp; No matter how hard she tried, images kept flashing back in her mind about his treatment of her for the past few days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 00:53:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>.: Midnight rolled around and finally, there would be the sound of the front door opening, and then it closing moments later. There would then be the sound of someone running up the staircase, obviously in a hurry, skipping a few steps as he went up. :.</em><br><br>.: Dave was out of his mind at the moment. He immediately ran upstairs into his room where he grabbed one of his suitcases and began packing all of his belongings as fast as he could. Within a few minutes he had gotten everything he might need, he closed up the suitcase as fast he could and left his room, racing down the stairs. It was then that he first saw Ashleigh, sitting in the corner of the guest room with a knife in her, she had made dozens of small cuts up and down both of her arms, and Dave finally came to full terms with what he had done. He had realized a few hours earlier before, but for the first time since Dave had 'changed' did he fully realize the full extent of the damage he had done. "Oh my God" Dave whispered to himself, and tears flooded his eyes. He dropped his suitcase and ran towards Ashleigh, and yanked the knife out of her hand and threw across the room before he threw his arms around her, he buried his face into her shoulder, softly whispering "Oh my God Ashleigh, what have I done?" over and over again, as tears continued to run down his cheeks. :.<br><br>.: It was several minutes before Dave remembered what was happening, and why he had to leave now. He pulled his head away from Ashleigh's shoulder and looked at her face, he saw the bruise on her face and almost looked away, not wanting to remember what he had done. "Ashleigh, please I need you to listen to me" Dave said, as trying to keep his voice steady. "I...I got fired the other day, and that's why I've been..." his voice trailed off, and he looked down to where Ashleigh had cut herself. "A-anyway, we have to leave now" his voice was urgent, he found the strength to stand up, and he held her hand very gently. "I...I made some bad decisions, and now there are going to be people coming here, we have to leave now" Dave wasn't sure if Ashleigh was going to go with him, and he couldn't blame her if she didn't. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 01:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh got up, in an almost mechanical way, and she looked down as she walked out of the room.&nbsp; She slipped on her shoes and grabbed a bag and put some things in it.&nbsp; She didn't know why she was going along with this.&nbsp; After what Dave had done, she swore that she'd leave this house the first chance that she got.&nbsp; Now she was getting that chance and she was choosing to follow him.&nbsp; She must've been crazy at that point, crazy or perhaps, just scared that she would do something stupid that she would regret again, something that would set off Dave's anger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 01:10:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave was relieved when Ashleigh had decided to go with him. He went outside to the car and started the engine, waiting for Ashleigh to arrive. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 01:12:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashleigh came out and got in the car quietly and turned her head, looking out the window.&nbsp; She made sure to sit as close to the door as possible so as to give herself some room between her and Dave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dave</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 16:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				.: Dave pulled out of the driveway and headed down the long road they lived on. The trip was silent, and Dave could understand how Ashleigh must've felt, and he decided to give her space. He drove out of town and silently the car traveled down the highway into the nearest town next to them, where he found a motel and pulled in there. He walked out of the car and inside the motel, where he arranged a room with 2 separate beds and walked back to the car, where he hoped Ashleigh would still be. :.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Fitting Punishment...Or Not  </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 17:33:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got out quietly of the car when he came and silently followed him as he led her to where she assumed was their room for the night.&nbsp; She didn't know what to say, or even if she wanted to say anything to him at this point in time.&nbsp; Everything that had happened was still way too fresh in her mind.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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