Once at the compound with her suitcase and roller skates in hand the derby queen had nearly collapsed from pure exhaustion. Hex and Nadine had been quite a comfort on the short transport to Brutin's compound and once she was safely within her room, the slacker collapsed onto the cushy surface of her bed. Each muscle ached and eyes stung from the salt-infused tears that had fallen during her outbreak. Despite the fatigue and soreness that raked her body, sleep did not come easily.
Once heavy lids had finally sealed, there was little more than nightmares and a feverish pitching almost every half hour. Those eyes, his eyes... they seared into her mind and brought her back from any slumber she might have been able to obtain between fits. Waking through the daylight hours made the witless wonder practically hiss. She wanted to sleep while the sun was up and seek comfort in the company of her closest companions past twilight.
Each noise outside the room brought a near feral hiss from her lips. In the silence she could almost hear the slaver's voice and fantasize about the chill that would work its way down her spine in his presence. This only brought more conflict with the memory of Cieara's words. He wanted her as a trophy and a pet... nothing more. Whenever MoChaps called to remind Sami about practice this weekend she had gotten into a heated argument and ended up telling one of her oldest and dearest friends to go piss off and die in a hole somewhere. Knowing Morgan, she would hopefully be able to delegate the task of being team captain this weekend between the rest of the girls.
Big Boss had promised lessons, either with Cieara and her brother or with Hex. The goal of finding her own strength was something she tried desperately to concentrate on in the harder moments of her solitude. With all luck Brutin would find his antidote and she would be free of this cursed spell that beautiful man had placed her under. Samilee reached for her purse to find the leftover pack of cigarettes she knew was in there somewhere. Her fingers found a wrinkled piece of paper and pulled it out for inspection. As bright blues squinted she realized it was a receipt for the shoes she had customized. There was a deep frown. Eyes closed tightly then and the receipt was wadded up and tossed across the room as Samilee buried her face once more in her pillows.
Just a trophy... just a pet.
Once heavy lids had finally sealed, there was little more than nightmares and a feverish pitching almost every half hour. Those eyes, his eyes... they seared into her mind and brought her back from any slumber she might have been able to obtain between fits. Waking through the daylight hours made the witless wonder practically hiss. She wanted to sleep while the sun was up and seek comfort in the company of her closest companions past twilight.
Each noise outside the room brought a near feral hiss from her lips. In the silence she could almost hear the slaver's voice and fantasize about the chill that would work its way down her spine in his presence. This only brought more conflict with the memory of Cieara's words. He wanted her as a trophy and a pet... nothing more. Whenever MoChaps called to remind Sami about practice this weekend she had gotten into a heated argument and ended up telling one of her oldest and dearest friends to go piss off and die in a hole somewhere. Knowing Morgan, she would hopefully be able to delegate the task of being team captain this weekend between the rest of the girls.
Big Boss had promised lessons, either with Cieara and her brother or with Hex. The goal of finding her own strength was something she tried desperately to concentrate on in the harder moments of her solitude. With all luck Brutin would find his antidote and she would be free of this cursed spell that beautiful man had placed her under. Samilee reached for her purse to find the leftover pack of cigarettes she knew was in there somewhere. Her fingers found a wrinkled piece of paper and pulled it out for inspection. As bright blues squinted she realized it was a receipt for the shoes she had customized. There was a deep frown. Eyes closed tightly then and the receipt was wadded up and tossed across the room as Samilee buried her face once more in her pillows.
Just a trophy... just a pet.