Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Her body was still trembling ever so slightly, the occasional muscle giving a firm twitch as the tension slowly loosened and eased. Wave after wave was still washing over her as she lay still there, flattened beneath his body, encompassed in all that was him, connected still so very intimately. His own explosion had felt like liquid fire against her inner walls, filling her womb completely to the point of seeping back against his hard member, and the sensation that it had brought caused her to climax once more, though she had still been in the wake of one already, and thus it was achieved with a perfectly silent cry. She hadnt even noticed that he had taken hold of both her hair and her hand, or that she was squeezing his back firmly, hell, she hadnt even noticed the thin sheen of sweat that had formed over her entire body. It was near impossible to notice any of those things in comparison the biggest happenings, and as she lay there, partially reflecting, she slowly caught up on her breathing, laboriously filling her lungs and emptying them, over, and over. Mmn Her first attempt at speaking came out as an exhausted hum of contentment, and she swallowed lightly, ragging her eyes open to try and look up at him. Brandon Her voice was soft, crackly, and very much on the verge of being lost. That was Perfect. He supplemented for her, offering a satisfied smile as he leaned back enough to meet her eyes, taking in the lingering look of pleasure and exhaustion in her face. Mmhmn.. Jai hummed back softly, tiredly, lifting her free hand to softly trace her fingertips along his cheek as she gazed up at him with newfound adoration. Sleep with me? She murmured after a brief pause, searching his eyes as her own softened. My beds more comfortable He grinned slowly, nodding his agreement and easily taking the hint. He sat back then and gathered her up in his arms carrying her easily to the bedroom and laying her down on the bed after drawing the covers back. She shifted slowly and effortlessly to get comfortable, drawing the covers up over her rapidly cooling body, and she looked over at him as he climbed in next to her and leaned over to kiss her temple, murmuring into her ear before pulling her back against his chest, cuddling into her easily and perfectly, and it wasnt long at all before she fell into a deep sleep. -- The wee morning hours were beginning to dawn and the sky was beginning to ignite with the first few lazy rays of sunlight creeping over the horizon. It wasnt enough to remove the eerie, shadowy darkness of a back alley buried deep at the edge of the city, just blocks away from the bank of the river that divided the suburbs from the slums. And it certainly wasnt late enough that anyone within a decent radius would have been awake or even lurking around the area to hear the struggle that was going on out of sight. Please A raw, choked voice all but gurgled. It belonged to a young woman. She was about average height, perhaps an inch or two shorter, with a slender, lithe, yet toned form, oceanic blue eyes, and shoulder length golden blonde hair, highlighted with light brown streaks to help bring out the color in her eyes and the olive tan of her pale skin. Now though, dark, crimson liquid stained her hair, oozing into it from a deep laceration that spread from the edge of her scalp and down to just below her left brow in a slight arch. The fitted, black hater top she wore was ripped, torn, and clung to her skin with the moisture it was soaked with, though the color of the fabric would have made it difficult for any onlooker to clearly identify it as her blood. The jeans she had been wearing were torn at one seam and dangling from her right ankle and the skin that was revealed on her legs was heavy bruised and spattered with blood, a thick stream pouring from a gash on her upper right thigh, making it nearly impossible for her to remain standing. Stop An agonized gurgle left her lips, drowned by the sound of an annoyed, guttural male growl, as she stumbled back a step, her knees buckling, when a blunt knife dug deep into her abdomen, the sixth jab shed taken in the unknown amount of time she had been trapped in that alley by her attacker. I said shut the fuck up. The male voice growled the heat of his breath sliding down her ear canal as he lips just barely touched the side of her face. Her mind shut down all but completely, leaving nothing but the instinct to do whatever it took to survive, and even if she could have come up with something to say back, her body had lost all ability to allow her to find her voice or move her lips, much less breathe. The knife slid out of her stomach slowly, and the sound in itself was enough to make her vision swirl, never mind the damage it had caused and the already devastating amount of blood shed lost to begin with. And when her attacker took a step back, she collapsed to her knees, desperately fighting the threads of darkness that were beginning to cloud in along the edges of her vision. She couldnt pass out now, for if she did then there was absolutely no chance in hell that she was going to survive, and regardless of how traumatizing and horrific the night had been, she had no desire to go down now. In the matter of seconds, feeling like years, that had passed by as she tried to regain her breath, her assailant had snatched her by the wrists and fastened them together behind her back. Desperately as she wanted to fight him off, to try and prevent it, she knew that she needed to save her strength until a moment when she absolutely needed it, a moment when she would see an opportunity to get help or make a dash for it. What she wasnt expecting though, was for him to move and place a strip of tape over her mouth. With no way to even attempt to scream for help, and barely any ability at all to fight, there was nothing she could have done to get away when he lifted her up by the waist and roughly slung her over his shoulder, her stomach crashing against his shoulder blade and the bone pressing agonizingly into the slices on her body. Reflexes made her cry out against the tape over her mouth, and the pathetic whimper that left her throat caused her attacker to laugh sadistically as he trudged down the alley at a hastened pace. Before she could even register what was happening, he had arrived at the edge of the river bank where a small boat dock had been built, and leaned down to dump her on the edge of the walkway. Her eyes slid closed as she forced in a deep breath through her nose, trying to prepare herself for whatever was going to happen, but the attempt was futile, because nothing could ever have prepared her for the indescribable agony that seared over every nerve in her body when the heel of his boot drove into a laceration in her back forcefully, sending her toppling into the icy water below. Time passed like a cloudy dream then, her conscious fully submitting to the drive of her adrenaline and will to live, and somehow she found herself working every ounce of strength she could possibly muster to drag herself up the bank of the opposite side of the river. Her vision faded in and out in bouts of blackness, like a video camera being paused and resumed every ten minutes in a shaky action scene of a movie. She had no idea how on earth shed managed to get herself to the street in the middle of what seemed like a small neighborhood, or where she even was, but what she did know was that her energy was on its last ounces, and out of instinct she pushed herself the few steps it took to get the steps of the front porch of one house before her legs gave out completely and she collapsed. Bleeding heavily, soaked to the bone and ice cold, she struggled to keep her eyes open as she tried to think of a way, any way at all to make a noise enough to get someone, anyone to know that she was there, to help, but nothing that she could think of was within her ability or strength to even attempt. Please dont let me die out here not like this In her sleep, Jai had begun to toss and turn near violently, thrashing at some moments, moaning and whimpering with the events of the nightmare she was having, the event she was reliving, sweat having formed over her entire shaking body, and tears having leaked out the corners of her eyes. Her breathing came in short, rapid pants, clearly hyperventilating, and as she was thrown under the water in the nightmare, she subconsciously held her breath outside of the dream, appearing as if shed stopped breathing altogether for a long couple of minutes before she gasped in deeply for air, her whole body arching as she did so, and to any curious onlooker that wasnt aware of her history, it may possibly have looked as if she were having a seizure of sorts perhaps, until consciousness slowly started to slip back, and she threw herself awake with a soft scream.