Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

Through the night there had been no rest for Odette, both in body or mind. How could she have found it? She had even honestly tried. When her thoughts had finally gave up into exhaustion her body had begun its complaining against the arduous, bound position. She whimpered a few times into the stretch of some lonely hours, just to let some steam escape out of the pot of helplessness she felt. They were sounds of suffering, because she knew no one was around to give her a moment of their time. If they were, she knew also that they wouldn't care to be concerned. Odette didn't really even know for certain how long she would be like this, and that was a very large fear that mandated plenty of her time. She was long passed the point of aching muscles and a sore neck, and passed the point where her blood forgot how to nourish the pinched nerves in her wrists around the cuffs, when she started to believe that she may not be alone anymore. By her guesstimate she had been like this all night long and the sun could have been rising or shining outside by now. Her forehead shuffled along the padded floor only an inch before resting once again in a spot that her smothered face had frequented many times over by now, trying to listen for any sound that may breath hope into her. By now she only wanted relief from the bindings. Little sounds like the soft brush of fabric shifting or dainty clinking made her believe that Montresor may be back, if he had ever left at all. It made her shift and rock more frequently, like a little girl with an increasing need to go potty. She just wanted free from this cage. It was conflicting to be so very upset and hurt by him, and yet be in a spot where she needed him. Finally she heard what confirmed the presence of someone footfalls coming near her, and soon the touches of someone working the chains and buckles and cuffs. Her arms protested the sudden slack of freedom by jolting sore pain into her shoulders, and feeling like weak jello. She was helped out of the cage but perhaps too soon, because her body decided for her that laying on the stone floor was about all it could manage at this moment. Her knees and legs didn't want to unfold out of their kneeling, but she made them anyways. It confused Odette how she felt like crying and sobbing, but she didn't. The woman of covenant only breathed heavily, and relief came fast when the hood was released and pulled away from her head. She sniffed and huffed the cool, fresh air, welcoming it into her lungs and glad that it no longer filtered through leather. Before her eyes even adjusted to the sights of the room her hand was already rubbing at her eyelids, cheeks, and lips. Finding her bearings, she finally moved to sit up on the floor. She had found Rogier with her eyes, and tears formed in their edges without her permission. Yesterday she would been conscious of her nude form so very exposed and vulnerable, but today she was only conscious of Rogier. She rubbed her knees and her legs, hands roaming down to her ankles to try and rejuvenate their stiffness as Montresor sat the breakfast plate upon the ground in front of her. He wanted her to eat, and yes she felt hungry, but she wasn't sure if putting food down on her nerves was best right now. More than anything she felt dehydrated, and parched in her mouth. Her fingers of one hand picked up the crepe portion, while the fingers of her other hand went to her hair. She started to measure the length of her hair by running her fingertips from the base to the ends as she chewed on a bite of food. Sadly, after swallowing the bite, her voice quaked as she softly asked her bitter question, Was my virginity not enough? The question seemed to disgust her, because she dropped the rest of the crepe back upon the plate. Both of her hands now ran through what was left of her hair, fingers combing through the shortness, Why did you do this?