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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:17:41 GMT -6
Taylor was keeping her head down, simply moving along. If she kept her head down, it might keep people from recognizing her.
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Post by Grey on Dec 28, 2013 0:18:31 GMT -6
She wasn't paying attention. Fine. The Zourima opened a door and pulled harshly on the leash to get her to follow faster.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:20:29 GMT -6
Taylor simply followed. She didn't look up; she didn't want to.
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Post by Grey on Dec 28, 2013 0:21:34 GMT -6
It lead her through, and opened another door. And then one more. Two more steps, and then the Zourima crouched and gripped her chin with one hand, "Good luck," is all it said before putting the painted on lips it had on her cheek in a sort of kiss.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:24:22 GMT -6
Taylor tried to shy away, but failed. Now that she was looking up, her eyes widened in horror. She hoped Thorne was here to kill this thing and free her...
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Post by Grey on Dec 28, 2013 0:26:59 GMT -6
The Zourima pulled her up and dropped her onto Thorne's bed, tying her wrists to the headboard, using extra rope it had brought to get both wrists. Then her legs, tying her ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving her spread eagle. The Zourima stepped out of the room and waited for the bathroom to open. As soon as Thorne stepped out, he reached for his Battery, but the Zourima had him by the throat first and knocked Caesar's battery aside.
The Zourima dragged Thorne into the bedroom and thrust him on top of Taylor. "Take your bitch," it said to him. It drew a out a blade and held it to Thorne, "Do it, or die."
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:33:03 GMT -6
Taylor had tears in her eyes now, and simply began mouthing "I'm sorry" over and over again.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 0:35:22 GMT -6
Thorne shook his head to her. He glanced at the Zourima, and then reached down to gently tug her skirt down. He was hesitant to do anything more, so he went and unbuckled his belt and started to undo his pants and underwear. He hesitantly reached out to do hers as well.
"Hurry up," the Zourima said.
Thorne reached down and kissed her hard and fast to try to take his mind off of his other action.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:37:57 GMT -6
Shots rang out, and Zourima fell. Taylor silently began praying thanks to every single god she could think of.
"And what is all this?" A distinctly British-accented voice asked.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 0:39:16 GMT -6
Thorne trembled. They were safe, but...if he'd waited another second or two... He...he violated his beliefs. At penalty of death, but...
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:43:35 GMT -6
"Is no one going to answer my... Oh dear god." Annabelle entered, driving the Beautiful Zourima back with her rifle. She saw the situation of the two. Behind her visor, rage flashed across her eyes. Without a word, she chambered a Battery and shot a blast of flame at the Zourima.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 0:44:24 GMT -6
The Zourima was dead. Thorne got off of Taylor and began to untie her wrists, his hands trembling.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:46:59 GMT -6
Annabelle used the bayonet on her rifle to cut her ankles free. Taylor broke down sobbing, clinging to Thorne and burying her face in his shoulder.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 0:48:59 GMT -6
He held her tightly, not saying a word. He didn't trust himself to speak.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 0:50:43 GMT -6
Taylor simply continued to cry, clinging to Thorne tightly. Annabelle walked outside, standing guard at the door.
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