Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

She was hardly trying, yes this she knew but she didn't think she'd have to try so hard just to make him let her go, to make him take back the fact he just poured really disgusting beer all over and soiling her in its foul taste. She tasted it and she learned then that beer could taste worse than it already did. It tasted rancid when it was warm, but then again, it tasted terrible already to begin with. Clearly, Chloe wasn't much for the beer. Now, she could smell it on her and the stench was worse than his current scent of sweat and staunch alcohol, for even the small bit of a woman's delectable perfume hardly helped. Perhaps nothing could help him. She never found him to be attractive but there was something about him. He was something alright. Yeah, all strong arms, pecs and abs. She thought, and the thought alone was enough to make her snort in a normal circumstance. Her current situation was not normal. She was fighting for him to let her go. His words weren't very enlightening either. It just made her more angry. I'm not a crybaby. I'm not even crying! She was far from it in fact. Attention whore? Was she? Really? Or was it not a natural inclination to cause up a raucous when some big grizzly was pulling a girl by her hair, dragging her along after he'd soil her in disgustingly warm beer? Perhaps she simply wouldn't know but it didn't seem normal, this treatment but that was the point and that's what she was not getting. This wasn't normal. This wouldn't be normal. That any kind of treatment she might have been expecting because she was Henry's girl would not be there. There would be no such treatment. This she'd have to learn. As he dragged her along, Chloe took in the sight of his backyard. It wasn't what she expected. Sure his home was lovely but she didn't expect his backyard to be even more and she was captivated by the view, even under her current predicament. It's what caught her attention from how she craned her neck to see and it took her breath away. She wanted to know what it looked like at night. She bet it was to die for. She didn't notice the things that were there that gave evidence to whatever kind of party occurred the night before. She was a bit preoccupied. She saw where he was leading her to, the doghouse with the offending text and her brow rose. Somehow it was quite obvious that this wasn't an actual dog's house. For a moment she did think that. That he'd sick some crazed and psychotic angry dog on her and marvel in the sight of being mauled. That he'd actually murder her or just scuff her up a bit. Then it became obvious. 'BITCH' didn't mean a female dog. 'BITCH' meant just a female and only then did it begin to shed some vague and distant light on what she really got herself into. There was no going back. She was already so far in. She got so far in the moment he poured beer on her. Asshole. She thought, and wisely too. With a grunt, she landed in the mud, her face meeting it first before her elbows hit it, as well as her knees, her bottom in the air. Peeing her mud-ridden face from it, she spat out whatever went into her mouth, wiping it when the back of her arm which thankfully had no mud on it, only to feel something latch around her neck, by his doing. It was tight, confined and the feeling did not bid welcome to her. It made her anxious. More anxious than she already was. Looking at him, her arm raised but not to do anything to him. Just wipe the mud from her face, at least definitely from her peripheral vision, wiping the mud on her clothes, not longer giving a damn. She stopped caring the moment he poured beer on her. Yes, she couldn't and wouldn't let that go! What the hell? She spat out finally, after picking the mud out of her mouth. The disgusting taste was still left in there and even talking proved to be a strain because of how confining the collar was to her throat. She could function and still breathe but it wasn't comfortable to do so. It was biting in. Is this some kind of sick joke? But that was it. Probably just an aspect of this man's desires and even a speck into Henry's. Was this really how it'd be? Is this what Henry liked? It wasn't just about him though. It was about her. And Chloe was determined. Stupid and crazy perhaps, but determined, curious and motivated. People do stupid things when in love.