Verity O'Shea (cau_verity) wrote in causatum_rpg, @ 2008-07-19 22:37:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | & london, * july 1999, charlie weasley, kalev dimitrov, verity o'shea, ~ complete |
RP: Knight Terrors
Date: 19 July 1999
Characters: Verity, Kalev
Location: London, outside Verity's flatblock
Private/Public: Mostly Public
Rating: TBA PG13 or higher
Warnings: allusion to rape
Summary: Verity gets in trouble and has an unlikely saviour.
Verity was making her way down the stairs to the light of the street when he stepped out in front of her. At first she gasped and jumped back a little- surprised at the sudden appearance but quickly righted herself and nodded to him, hoping he wouldn't say anything to her. She'd had a couple of encounters with the Landlord already, each of them making her skin crawl more and more. She worried what another would mean. She was now two months past due on her rent and he was getting more and more insistant on his form of payment.
After the curt nod she pushed past him to the stairwell beyond.
"'Ere you think yer goin' pige?" he drawled from behind her. She continued down the stairs, not turning back to him.
"I'm late for an appointment, sir. You'll have to forgive me," she said, hoping politeness would get her somewhere.
"Yer late fer a lot o' things it seems, yeh?" he jeered back, his footsteps close behind her on the narrow stairs.
"I'm sorry, I really must be going," she asserted as she neared the bottom landing.
"I think oo'd better stay right there," he said gruffly, grabbing her arm tightly and forcing her to wheel around to him. "You owe me a lot o' money, Pigeon. I think it's time you paid up." His body was pressed crudely against hers, pinning her to the wall behind her. Verity's heart began to pound in her chest as she considered how to get her wand out.
"I'm not that sort of girl," was all she could come up with.
"Yer bought to be that girl, pretty lit'le thing like you..." his hand moved some of her blond hair out of her face. "I know women like you, like to dress pretty so we notice. Well I noticed. Don't tell me you don't want this," he continued. She was amazed that his voice seemed clearer the more crude he got. When he ground his sickening erection into her hip she nearly screamed. It was only be force of luck she wrenched free of him and bolted to the doorway- the nearer the street the better. It wasn't a great part of town, but surely he wouldn't try anything in broad daylight...
Yet as her hand closed around the handle to the door so did his around her wrist. "No! Leave me alone!" she shreiked only causing laughter from him. She was able to crack the door open but he was already pulling her back into the building.