The girl stared out the window into the darkness that was taking over the sky. The night was growing, consuming the light that had illuminated the day. She shifted her wieght slightly in the chair she was sitting in, the drink of water she had asked for still half-full on the table. She didn't know why she had ordered water, that wasn't what she normally drank when at the Inn.
Still staring out the window, the words of the brief interaction with the strange man had haunted her. The words rang gently in her ears, listening to them over and over again, never ending it seemed. Though, sometimes, she would find herself repeating the words as they repeated.
She looked at the door for the first time in forever, then examined the rest of the inn, wondering what it was she was still doing there. Here eyes turned sharply back to the night sky that shone through the window. She realized as she sat and thought her life had been so hollow, until the meeting of that man. She looked around again, suddenly thinking that perhaps that man had returned to the inn, and even now was watching her.
She smirked lightly to herself, thinking that perhaps he was hiding, wanting her as he watched her. He was there, somewhere, she was sure of it. The darkness seemed to reach out to her, pulling her, caressing her flesh gently. She smiled to her self in a devlish sort of way, letting her eyes close briefly. There was a moment of fear that crossed her, and affection followed quickly by it, as a finger gently dances across her bare neck. It was then that she knew she would find that stranger again. The stranger that had left such an impact in so few words.
Her eyes still closed, she thought she could smell him nearby, that scent that hung around him so easily. The sound of a heart pounding in her head begins to beat in time with the words circulating thorugh her mind.
That feeling of him watching her can't be shaken, she turns again, opening her eyes. For a moment, she can see herself under his hand, being used and abused at his command, only to beg for more. That caress of her flesh occurs once more, causing her to stand, and walk out the front door of the inn.
The feeling with her as she walks the streets looking for the man who has haunted her.
Still staring out the window, the words of the brief interaction with the strange man had haunted her. The words rang gently in her ears, listening to them over and over again, never ending it seemed. Though, sometimes, she would find herself repeating the words as they repeated.
She looked at the door for the first time in forever, then examined the rest of the inn, wondering what it was she was still doing there. Here eyes turned sharply back to the night sky that shone through the window. She realized as she sat and thought her life had been so hollow, until the meeting of that man. She looked around again, suddenly thinking that perhaps that man had returned to the inn, and even now was watching her.
She smirked lightly to herself, thinking that perhaps he was hiding, wanting her as he watched her. He was there, somewhere, she was sure of it. The darkness seemed to reach out to her, pulling her, caressing her flesh gently. She smiled to her self in a devlish sort of way, letting her eyes close briefly. There was a moment of fear that crossed her, and affection followed quickly by it, as a finger gently dances across her bare neck. It was then that she knew she would find that stranger again. The stranger that had left such an impact in so few words.
Her eyes still closed, she thought she could smell him nearby, that scent that hung around him so easily. The sound of a heart pounding in her head begins to beat in time with the words circulating thorugh her mind.
That feeling of him watching her can't be shaken, she turns again, opening her eyes. For a moment, she can see herself under his hand, being used and abused at his command, only to beg for more. That caress of her flesh occurs once more, causing her to stand, and walk out the front door of the inn.
The feeling with her as she walks the streets looking for the man who has haunted her.