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So I'm reading the Fountainhead, and it's good an all, if not a bit redundant and blunt, like the force a dentist's drill. So I thought I'd give it a shot, and try to write a "missing section" of the Fountainhead. It's still a work in progress.
Dominique looked into Roark's eyes, which were like hard steel, reflecting her brutal hatred back at her. This seemed to carry the double insult of his being aware of her disdain and not letting it penetrate his cold, hard frame. She wished that he would strip her naked right there, and his look, as much as his immutable spirit, showed just how acutely aware he was of this fact. The best thing he could have done for her is kick her in the cooter (edit), at least the physical sensation would have been something tangible, something that she could bear. She knew that this was Roark's plan all along, and she was as helpless to resist it as she was to be ensnared by it. She felt the silence, amplified by the stillness of Roark's body, was deafening. She knew that she would break, he knew it too, but it gave her pleasure to feel the agony of that moment, the climax before she thrust herself into his arms, violently resisting him with the stillness of a crucified lamb.
I know, I should have thrown in "diffident" in there somewhere.
Dominique looked into Roark's eyes, which were like hard steel, reflecting her brutal hatred back at her. This seemed to carry the double insult of his being aware of her disdain and not letting it penetrate his cold, hard frame. She wished that he would strip her naked right there, and his look, as much as his immutable spirit, showed just how acutely aware he was of this fact. The best thing he could have done for her is kick her in the cooter (edit), at least the physical sensation would have been something tangible, something that she could bear. She knew that this was Roark's plan all along, and she was as helpless to resist it as she was to be ensnared by it. She felt the silence, amplified by the stillness of Roark's body, was deafening. She knew that she would break, he knew it too, but it gave her pleasure to feel the agony of that moment, the climax before she thrust herself into his arms, violently resisting him with the stillness of a crucified lamb.
I know, I should have thrown in "diffident" in there somewhere.