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Stiles Stilinski ([info]sacredname) wrote in [info]childofeden_rp,
@ 2013-10-19 22:05:00
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Current mood: scared

WHO: Stiles and Eterna (and maybe Alison)
WHERE: Eterna's Estate
WHEN: Week 2. Friday. Morning.
WHY: Don't break your master
WARNING: Eterna.


Stiles had a very quiet day after Derek had left him. He had stayed in his cabin, cleaning up after the night before, and then just sat around and thought. He thought a lot, on everything, and on nothing. He hadn't come to any new conclusions. What had happened between him and Derek couldn't be repeated though it was hard to think that because all Stiles could think about was Derek's hand and mouth. Specially his mouth. He wanted to kiss Derek again, to have the werewolf's mouth explore his body, feel the scruff rub his skin raw. To say the least Stiles had gotten off one or twice or many times throughout the day.

So it was a surprise when he was woken up by the guards, grabbing him out of bed Thursday morning, and hauling him out of his cabin. He was quickly put in restraints and a muzzle, to shut up his yelling, and in no time he was in a van. A little while longer the van stopped and Stiles was dragged out of it and towards an older creepier looking house. Stiles struggled the whole time and he was still struggling with the guards knocked on the door. Stiles didn't understand what was happening but he knew he didn't like it.



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