Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. [
I felt like someone was banging drums in my head, the throbbing in my temples was almost maddening and I whimpered softly, turning over in the bed and sighing as I glanced at the time. It was dark again and it was time for us to go. Go once my body stopped hating it’s self and making each movement feel like I’m being hit with sledgehammers.
Glancing back over my shoulder I see Dean passed out on his back, his clothes laying on the floor by the bathroom door, his hands were sprawled on the pillow above him and I just shook my head.
With painful slowness I got out of the bed and wrapped the sheet around me, realizing that I must have pulled off whatever I was wearing the night before, and moved around the room. I made sure that the door was still locked and I headed into the bathroom, seeing Dean’s bag on the counter and realizing that I needed some serious painkillers or I was going to rip someone’s throat out.
“Let’s see…” I pushed aside a few bags with ID’s in them - all forged - and went right onto the pills. My hand closed around a large bottle and I hoped it would be enough to get rid of the migraine when I noticed what the bottle read. “What.” My jaw rotated in anger as I noticed that the bottle was not only mostly empty but also that there was blood on it. Not just any blood - not even human blood - there were fresh fingerprints and they smelled like cattle blood.
My jaw tensed up even more and anger swelled inside me as I started to put together what happened last night. The fact that he…God. Why? I don’t…
The asshole drugged me. He Fucking drugged me.
Fury ran through my veins and I contemplated on taking his car and just leaving, leaving Dean and Ely in the dust; realizing that men do nothing but bring trouble. No, not having the right answers would eat me up and I was determined to find out answers. Especially after what…I needed to know.
A cruel smirk crossed my lips as I dropped the sheet to the floor and pulled out two strands of rope from his bag, making my way back into the room with a cruel - maybe even twisted - smirk. Licking my lips I slowly crawled into bed, slipping under the covers nude next to Dean’s equally naked body and with painful slowness I tied his hands apart to the headboard, knowing that the ropes were tight but just shy of cutting off blood flow.
I lean in and start nuzzling his neck, nipping gently at the skin just under his ear. “Morning, lover.” I purr, waiting for him to pull himself from his sleep and join me. I climb my way over his body and straddle his lap, rocking myself over him and smiling as I feel him respond even before he wakes. “C’mon, I know you hear me now.” Gently I thread my fingers in his hair, waiting for the right moment to fist it hard to make him look at me.
Glancing back over my shoulder I see Dean passed out on his back, his clothes laying on the floor by the bathroom door, his hands were sprawled on the pillow above him and I just shook my head.
With painful slowness I got out of the bed and wrapped the sheet around me, realizing that I must have pulled off whatever I was wearing the night before, and moved around the room. I made sure that the door was still locked and I headed into the bathroom, seeing Dean’s bag on the counter and realizing that I needed some serious painkillers or I was going to rip someone’s throat out.
“Let’s see…” I pushed aside a few bags with ID’s in them - all forged - and went right onto the pills. My hand closed around a large bottle and I hoped it would be enough to get rid of the migraine when I noticed what the bottle read. “What.” My jaw rotated in anger as I noticed that the bottle was not only mostly empty but also that there was blood on it. Not just any blood - not even human blood - there were fresh fingerprints and they smelled like cattle blood.
My jaw tensed up even more and anger swelled inside me as I started to put together what happened last night. The fact that he…God. Why? I don’t…
The asshole drugged me. He Fucking drugged me.
Fury ran through my veins and I contemplated on taking his car and just leaving, leaving Dean and Ely in the dust; realizing that men do nothing but bring trouble. No, not having the right answers would eat me up and I was determined to find out answers. Especially after what…I needed to know.
A cruel smirk crossed my lips as I dropped the sheet to the floor and pulled out two strands of rope from his bag, making my way back into the room with a cruel - maybe even twisted - smirk. Licking my lips I slowly crawled into bed, slipping under the covers nude next to Dean’s equally naked body and with painful slowness I tied his hands apart to the headboard, knowing that the ropes were tight but just shy of cutting off blood flow.
I lean in and start nuzzling his neck, nipping gently at the skin just under his ear. “Morning, lover.” I purr, waiting for him to pull himself from his sleep and join me. I climb my way over his body and straddle his lap, rocking myself over him and smiling as I feel him respond even before he wakes. “C’mon, I know you hear me now.” Gently I thread my fingers in his hair, waiting for the right moment to fist it hard to make him look at me.