Re: Side Rooms
Allison kicked at the air even as the fingers were being pressed inside her, screaming at the fingers inside her - she didn't want anyone to touch her there, though some had in the past. She'd been with one person, the only person she'd wanted to be with... No. She froze, switching that part of her mind off. She didn't want to be touched because it was her body, and this thing thought it had the right to lay it's hands on her. Not because she wanted someone else touching her.
"Ohhh. Ohhhhhh." She moaned out behind the gag, realising too late that the 'No' part of her protest was, instead, coming out as a sound of approval. Still unable to see, she felt tears wetting the material of the blindfold. Taking a deep breath, she let her body go limp, and focused her mind on other things. On everything her mother trained her on, everything her dad taught her, her bow and arrow that she hadn't seen all month... Her mind focused on the past, she didn't react to whatever the finger was doing to her, locking herself down as she had done so many other times. She was not afraid of these people. And if she couldn't fight them, she'd just show them that she didn't care.