15. Flower
How twisted life was, really, Jill though as she was held in the back of a caravan. She'd kept trying to free her hands, but the tie wrap was sturdy and only cut the blood circulation in her hands with each of her attempts. She'd been in here, in the dark, for what seemed like hours. She didn't have a clue why it was happening to her, but was a reason needed?
She was forcing herself to think clearly of how many men was there, how it happened, and not to crack in front of them. Crying would be useless at that point, and it'd only be uncomfortable in her blindfold. She was alone in the back of the caravan, she only could caught a glimpse of a small bed and the flower wallpaper before they'd put a cloth on her eyes and close the door.
Her head was pulsing from the blow she received, but the pain was keeping her awake, alive.
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I don't know what to think of this story.... Je la lis et la relis, mais je suis toujours aussi perturbée. Ce qui est bon, je pense. Ça va me rester un moment en tête. Pauvre Jill... j'aimerais que ça finisse bien pour elle!
RépondreEffacerJe suis d'accord avec Premise, c'est perturbant comme histoire :o J'aime beaucoup, tes histoires sont toujours darques ça me plait <3
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