Post by Marissa O'Neal on Apr 29, 2012 17:29:20 GMT -5
*So, confused. Walking around the mansion..there was no door that would open, not a soul in sight. There were no sounds. The air was flat with no hint of life. She looked down at herself, not understanding why she was wearing what she was. A pale blue gown complete with corset, stockings, slips, and heels. Her neck was weighed down with jewels with her hair heavy on her head. Reaching up she place her hand in her hair, it was curled tight with pins.
She hadn't worn any of this in forever. Why would she think to put this on now? She wanted the freedom of the pants she wore, and the feeling she received when she wore her hair loose. She needed to find Butch. Dematerializing into her mated rooms, she stopped short and looked around. There was no sign of him. There was also no sign of her. None of her things were on the table tops. His bonding scent didn't permeate her nose as she came into the room.
Rushing to the closet she threw the doors open, all she saw was suits and leathers on one side and weapons on the other. Where were her things? Her breathing became heavy and difficult, the corset became tighter. She began to pull at it to try and get it off. Everything was so constricting. It felt wrong.
But here even in her mated rooms it felt wrong. Like she didn't belong, like she had no place. She fell to the floor and started to pull the pins in her hair out one by one, there were so many. They just keep coming. No. I can't go back to this. This has to be a dream, it has to be a nightmare. Wake up Marissa come on, wake yourself up! WAKE UP!*
She hadn't worn any of this in forever. Why would she think to put this on now? She wanted the freedom of the pants she wore, and the feeling she received when she wore her hair loose. She needed to find Butch. Dematerializing into her mated rooms, she stopped short and looked around. There was no sign of him. There was also no sign of her. None of her things were on the table tops. His bonding scent didn't permeate her nose as she came into the room.
Rushing to the closet she threw the doors open, all she saw was suits and leathers on one side and weapons on the other. Where were her things? Her breathing became heavy and difficult, the corset became tighter. She began to pull at it to try and get it off. Everything was so constricting. It felt wrong.
But here even in her mated rooms it felt wrong. Like she didn't belong, like she had no place. She fell to the floor and started to pull the pins in her hair out one by one, there were so many. They just keep coming. No. I can't go back to this. This has to be a dream, it has to be a nightmare. Wake up Marissa come on, wake yourself up! WAKE UP!*
