Aftermath [for ravaging_rose]
Cass stirs slightly, as if being roused from a long dream. Her eyes peek open and she immediately covers them with a hand due to the rays of sunlight bursting through the window. She pulls the surprisingly comfortable covers over her head and snuggles back in.
Wait. Rays? Sunlight? Window?
Her eyes jerk open again and she slowly lowers the sheets from her face. The room is large and comfortably-furnished. Almost like something she'd imagine that a normal teenager would have. An ornate table sits next to the bed, and on top of it rests a silver tray with two plates of breakfast: eggs, sausage, biscuits, and orange juice. Just what she likes.
So why are there two plates? And is that a pile of leather over by the window? And ow, her back and neck feel kind of sore, and it looks like there are some small bloodstains on the pillow.
She's starting to have a terrible, terrible feeling about all this. She lifts the covers and peeks under, only to immediately jerk them back down over herself. Naked. She feels movement in the bed as she pulls the blankets tight around herself. It's then that she notices the warm something up against her back. Her gaze fixed on the table next to her, she slowly moves her hand so that it runs across the source of the warmth. It's soft. Slightly clammy. Like... Oh no. Oh no. No no no.
She slowly twists her body around so that she's facing the person behind her, terrified of what she's about to find.
Wait. Rays? Sunlight? Window?
Her eyes jerk open again and she slowly lowers the sheets from her face. The room is large and comfortably-furnished. Almost like something she'd imagine that a normal teenager would have. An ornate table sits next to the bed, and on top of it rests a silver tray with two plates of breakfast: eggs, sausage, biscuits, and orange juice. Just what she likes.
So why are there two plates? And is that a pile of leather over by the window? And ow, her back and neck feel kind of sore, and it looks like there are some small bloodstains on the pillow.
She's starting to have a terrible, terrible feeling about all this. She lifts the covers and peeks under, only to immediately jerk them back down over herself. Naked. She feels movement in the bed as she pulls the blankets tight around herself. It's then that she notices the warm something up against her back. Her gaze fixed on the table next to her, she slowly moves her hand so that it runs across the source of the warmth. It's soft. Slightly clammy. Like... Oh no. Oh no. No no no.
She slowly twists her body around so that she's facing the person behind her, terrified of what she's about to find.