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A vision softly creeping [Active/Closed]

Nov 07, 2011 21:59

Who: Orihime
Where: Unknown
When: Night 003
What: Experiment
Warnings: Forced nudity, hallucinations of torture, monsters.

( The vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains )

!plot, #ghosts, orihime inoue (bleach), &night 003, !event, *closed

Comments 25

leekspin November 8 2011, 05:19:46 UTC

When she saw the first flash of white, she jerked the hairpin away from the lock, swiftly fastening it into her hair once more. Orihime retreated, watching the figures warily, steadily. She was unsure who they would come after next, and didn't need to know. If it was a friend, there was nothing she could do. If it was her, there was still nothing she could do ( ... )

allthekeys November 8 2011, 14:00:35 UTC

One of them grabbed her shoulders, not even bothering to pin her arms in place as it used her momentum to drag her forward.

She would find her struggling just as ineffective has it had been when they came for her. A covered tray had been moved into the room, much like the one that had been used to Mary, but none made a move for it yet.

The one behind her held her in place, slightly lifted off the ground, while another reached to take off her shoes. There were no words, no orders. They would do as they liked, and there was nothing she could do.

leekspin November 8 2011, 14:15:02 UTC

"Ngh!" She winced as her flight was abruptly (but not unexpectedly) halted. She shuddered at the feel of those unyielding hands, twisting and thrashing as she fought to lash out against her captors. It didn't matter if it had no effect or not; what mattered was that she at least tried to escape, instead of relying so heavily on her friends to come to her rescue.

Orihime's voice caught in her throat as she was lifted off the ground. One of them was going for her feet, so naturally she scissored her kicks, skirts whipped around her slim legs.

allthekeys November 9 2011, 02:46:02 UTC

Another of the beings stepped forward, securing her legs while its companion finished with her shoes. It startled on her skirts next, utterly professional as it stripped the barrier of fabric away.

She would find their grip unyielding as they held her aloft, each one moving seamlessly with the others, as though each step was planned and practiced to the point that they could work in utter silence, without communicating at all, to strip her to bare skin without ever taking a wrong step or placing a hand at the wrong moment. They were ruthlessly efficient, but seemed to avoid being unintentionally cruel, despite their purpose.

leekspin November 9 2011, 03:30:43 UTC

She might not have looked that scared before, but she was starting to do so now. Her eyes were wide and wild the moment they jerked her skirt down her legs as she struggled with renewed fervor. Wh...what were they doing?! They hadn't done this to the woman that had gone before her!

Her breathing became ragged, frantic, as she twisted and thrashed. Nothing seemed to work. They peeled off her clothing quickly and easily, leaving her shivering in their grasp. Surely they wouldn't...!

Orihime banished the thought from her mind. No, that wasn't it. Their actions were clinical, not lecherous. It had to be something else. Had to be!

"Stop...!"

Only the one bleat of protest managed to escape, as they stripped her of her last garment. If the other prisoners said anything, she didn't hear. All she could listen to was the sound of pumping blood in her ears and her frightened breathing.