Jimmy sighed, and turned over once more in bed. Goddard padded up to his pillow and whined, unsure of his master's actions. He sensed distress in the human, but couldn't decipher the origin of it.

Jimmy knew this, and sighed again. It had been three months since Cindy was taken, and he wondered why he hadn't gone after her in that time. So much ( Read more... )

Pain skyrocketed from the back of her head through to her temples. Sinking to her knees, Cindy pressed her hands to her head and moaned softly, hoping no one heard her outside her bedroom.

The headaches had been coming since before she was kidnapped, but losing her sight only made them worse, not better. She could no longer look to something else ( Read more... )

A/N: More dream sequences. Cindy recently found out this whole fiasco was inadvertently Jimmy's doing, and they haven't as of yet reconciled.

She had become their plaything of sorts after that unfortunate incident in the night. Apparently the cronie who had so violated her was found out, but the Master could care less. Quite contrarily, she told ( Read more... )

A/N: This turned out a lot longer than I had anticipated. Obviously, this takes place after Cindy's release, but only recently afterwards. I'm trying to figure out whether the scene really took place or not, but I rather like how it turned out. It was either write or be forced to read whatever I haven't read, which is usually the crappy stuff. * ( Read more... )

She wasn't seeing much with her eyes. Caked with blood and swollen from the beatings, there wasn't much worth seeing anyways.

She wasn't saying much with her voice. No one responded to her weak pleas, growing fewer and fewer by the day, and her throat turned raspy from disuse, as if she was perpetually in a state of having just woken up.

She wasn't ( Read more... )