Thread: Pulling the Strings of Depravity [>Haru & Riley<]

Callie Parker had been studying in the library. Although she was all around a good student, she did struggle from time to time in her history courses. For some reason her mind refused to remember events, or at least the dates in which they happened. The test tomorrow had been looming over her shoulder all day, and as much as she would have loved to be curled up in her bed...she decided to do the responsible thing and actually study. This was the the most stable place she had ever lived, and at sixteen she could easily say it felt the most like home. It wasn't saying much, considering she had bounced around in the system so much before arriving at St. Mary's, but it was certainly something she still took pride in. The last thing she remembered was something about the War of 1812, the one date she could remember since it was conveniently placed in the name of the title. A groan escaped her lips before her eyes even opened, her body attempting to move even though her limbs still felt as though they were made of cement. A few moments later her heavy eyelids peeled apart, blinking heavily in an attempt to adjust to dim lighting in the room. Nothing looked familiar, even though most of it was just a fuzzy haze at the moment. Had she fallen and hit her head? Maybe she passed out and slumped out of her chair. That's didn't feel right though, if there was one thing she knew for certain, she wasn't on the ground. It was then that she heard the soft humming coming from the opposite direction in which her eyes were fixated. The young blonde froze in place, fear running over her body like a dark chill. The instant reaction was to try and move, but as soon as she went to pull up her arms or legs she was instantly halted. It was then that she felt the bindings adorning her wrists and ankles, tight but not so much to where they were uncomfortable. Suddenly her eyes darted around the room, terrified as to who was in this room with her...the tone of low hum oddly familiar. As soon as she saw the priest at her side she relaxed a little bit, surely he was here to save her? F-Father West...thank god you're here. Can you please.. Callie's words were a bit frantic, her breathing erratic as she did her best to fight off the panic that was slowly creeping it's way into her chest. Especially since she was suddenly very aware of the plaid skirt she was wearing and how it had seemed to had ridden up her thighs at some point. Of course nothing could be seen, but she certainly didn't want the older...and well...unattractive priest to catch a glimpse of her unmentionables. Can you please get me...get me out of this - what is this? Were are we? The young blondes head flooded with questions, so many that she was having a hard time pinpointing an actual thought to articulate. Still she did feel at ease knowing she wasn't alone, and apparently someone had already discovered her. Who would do something like this? It was bizarre, but convinced she was safe she tried to avoid actually thinking to heavily about why she had been strapped down to a table. I was in the library...could you please hurry Father West...it's a little chilly and I think my leg is starting to cramp up... It never once crossed her mind that she was still in the room with the person that had tied her down to the table, after all Father West was a well respected man...he was a priest! Men of God didn't so things like this, it was...well...unheard of as far as she knew. Which was why she was so convinced that her captor was in fact her savior.