Kim wakes up and decides it's time to leave the room. She misses Angela and the bar.
She knows that if she feels defenseless there's only one thing she can really do - get stronger. At home she worked out almost every day and here she's been swimming and doing some running but not enough. 'And a week of sitting in my room hasn't helped...'
She ( Read more... )

( A dream...warning for disturbing content )

Kim's still in her room. She's not hungry, even though someone keeps leaving trays outside her room. She eats a tiny bit but mostly drinks the water and tea.
She spends her time trying to figure out what to do next. If she went downstairs, they'd all be watching her - for her own protection - but watching her. She can't handle that now. ( Read more... )

Kim wakes up from a nightmare she can't quite remember, only the feeling of being held down, helpless and the smell of cigars...
She turns over onto her back, no, that wasn't a dream and she'd had to resist the urge to scrub her face raw last night because she could still feel his saliva on her cheek. She bites her swollen lip and can't keep tears ( Read more... )

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'Couldn't stop him. Couldn't stop him. Couldn't stop him...' and if they were alone, and not in a bar, how far could he have gone? Would she be stumbling back to her room with injuries and ripped clothes and a soreness that would never go away?
She sits on the bed and covers her face, wincing slightly as she touches ( Read more... )