Jesus I've felt hella bad writing this but I'm just going to finish it, cry a little bit later, and then do more fluff and introduce my new pairing that was prompted in the middle of this fic. But it's over and I go back to writing happy stuff.
Passing out, of course, would be too easy. The bitter resignation had set in a fair while ago, and the determination to wait for her chance at revenge was placed right alongside it. Her body was still too strung out to attempt to answer the raging call of her beast blood, and she was being threatened with the very real possibility of choking to death- not really the story she wanted to tell when asked how she died. The fact that she'd made stupid mistakes really burned; it would have been one thing if she'd been doing what she was suppose to and still found herself in this situation. That it could have been completely avoided if she'd not been making stupid mistakes and getting arrogant? The knowledge burned more than her throat.
Lost in the confines of her wandering mind, Nora abruptly found herself ripped back to the present as the Nord withdrew from her completely; while she couldn't exactly find it in her to complain, she didn't trust it- and being held in place as she was, it was impossible for the girl to turn her head and see what in the world he was doing. The not knowing was almost worse- at the very least, while the Nord was violating her, she knew what was going on. Being unable to see him in her peripheral irrationally was the worse alternative because Aedrea only knew what he was intending to do.
Ask, and you shall receive. Nora squealed as her apprehensions proved to be well founded; there was an incessant prodding at her rump, and the Nord's body tried to lock down on itself and keep the intruder out. All she achieved was a sharp slap to her ass, eliciting another squeal as the prodding became more insistent.
“Fight me all you want; I'm gettin' in yer ass one way o' another.”
Her blood running cold, the Nord still struggled in vain to salvage this last shred of her dignity. Of course, there was no where for her to go- try as she may to call her beast blood to the surface, and try as it may to surface from her, Nora's body simply couldn't do it.
There was no preparation, no warning- that initial protest was the only acknowledgment her body received for what was to come.
She didn't pass out, and she didn't scream. She shut down completely- Nora was in her happy place. As though her mind was a completely separate entity from her body, she was aware of the biting and the hair pulling and the way her skin reddened so easily when they hit her, but didn't feel it. She was numb.
Eventually they finished with her- Nora still counting the seconds until her body would allow her to shift again.
They threw her in the cage next to the grimy blond before she had recovered enough to shout at them. For all the good it would of done- she wouldn't be able to take out all three at one time and if nothing else when they dragged her back out she could shift and make it out alive.
Plotting and being full of anger and frustration though, didn't change the fact that she was exhausted. Hurt. Aching. She was asleep before the door even shut.
When her eyes opened once more, it was to the feel of being shaken. Alarmed, she started to shout before registering the terrified look of the woman in front of her, making worried gestures to keep quiet. Following her gaze, Nora saw that the men were sleeping.
He Said He Had A Story [5a/5]
Passing out, of course, would be too easy. The bitter resignation had set in a fair while ago, and the determination to wait for her chance at revenge was placed right alongside it. Her body was still too strung out to attempt to answer the raging call of her beast blood, and she was being threatened with the very real possibility of choking to death- not really the story she wanted to tell when asked how she died. The fact that she'd made stupid mistakes really burned; it would have been one thing if she'd been doing what she was suppose to and still found herself in this situation. That it could have been completely avoided if she'd not been making stupid mistakes and getting arrogant? The knowledge burned more than her throat.
Lost in the confines of her wandering mind, Nora abruptly found herself ripped back to the present as the Nord withdrew from her completely; while she couldn't exactly find it in her to complain, she didn't trust it- and being held in place as she was, it was impossible for the girl to turn her head and see what in the world he was doing. The not knowing was almost worse- at the very least, while the Nord was violating her, she knew what was going on. Being unable to see him in her peripheral irrationally was the worse alternative because Aedrea only knew what he was intending to do.
Ask, and you shall receive. Nora squealed as her apprehensions proved to be well founded; there was an incessant prodding at her rump, and the Nord's body tried to lock down on itself and keep the intruder out. All she achieved was a sharp slap to her ass, eliciting another squeal as the prodding became more insistent.
“Fight me all you want; I'm gettin' in yer ass one way o' another.”
Her blood running cold, the Nord still struggled in vain to salvage this last shred of her dignity. Of course, there was no where for her to go- try as she may to call her beast blood to the surface, and try as it may to surface from her, Nora's body simply couldn't do it.
There was no preparation, no warning- that initial protest was the only acknowledgment her body received for what was to come.
She didn't pass out, and she didn't scream. She shut down completely- Nora was in her happy place. As though her mind was a completely separate entity from her body, she was aware of the biting and the hair pulling and the way her skin reddened so easily when they hit her, but didn't feel it. She was numb.
Eventually they finished with her- Nora still counting the seconds until her body would allow her to shift again.
They threw her in the cage next to the grimy blond before she had recovered enough to shout at them. For all the good it would of done- she wouldn't be able to take out all three at one time and if nothing else when they dragged her back out she could shift and make it out alive.
Plotting and being full of anger and frustration though, didn't change the fact that she was exhausted. Hurt. Aching. She was asleep before the door even shut.
When her eyes opened once more, it was to the feel of being shaken. Alarmed, she started to shout before registering the terrified look of the woman in front of her, making worried gestures to keep quiet. Following her gaze, Nora saw that the men were sleeping.