Despite having been raised in New England, Elizabeth didn't really like snow. It was fine for skiing, say, but she was quite happy staying inside in the warmth and watching the snow from her window.

One might accuse her of hiding, but she'd prefer to call it strategic concealment.

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Elizabeth was working on her dream journal.

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She's tied to a chair, her hands bound so tightly that she's starting to lose feeling in them ( Read more... )

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After her trip to the clinic, Elizabeth slowly returned to the room, limping.

"Borrowing" pillows off some of the other beds in the room, she placed them on her bed and rested her leg on them, leaning back against her headboard.

Grabbing a bottle of water, she took the recommended dosage of painkillers and settled back with the latest issue of ( Read more... )