Thread: Solitary Confinement (AzizSolomon & Aise)

Lia 13 4'6 80 lbs Long blond hair, crimson red eyes A small figure walked soundlessly through the empty hallways of a poorly kept manor. All the windows had been boarded up with thick planks of wood on the first floor, and the front door remained firmly locked, preventing both entry and escape. But none of this concerned the petite blond girl that silently made her way to the balcony on the second floor. She didnt know why shed come down to the first floor so late tonight. She only usually came down when she had to eat, or when a man wanted to fill her young tight pussy in an open space, and what better place than the grand entrance? The cold dusty marble floor, the worn spiral staircases, even the ceiling was decorated with a sizeable chandelier. At its prime the house would have been fit to house a noble family, but over the years the estate had declined into what many in town referred to as a haunted mansion. Climbing the spiral staircases that creaked even under her modest weight, she arrived on the second floor, her eyes roaming down the empty hallway, the stretch of red carpet having faded to a grimy brown a long time ago. The fabric had been torn and nibbled at by small animals and insects Lia had never taken care to take note of. The same could be said for the tapestries and paintings that hung on the walls. Torn and dirty, they too would have been worth a fair bit of coin at some stage. Crimson red eyes scanned the darkness, Lia couldnt remember electricity ever running in the house, and as far as she knew, no such thing existed. She had wondered what the empty sockets in the wall and ceiling had housed at one stage, but such trivial matters had long departed her mind. And now she just accepted them as another bit of dcor, along with the other pieces of junk that littered the estate. Her mind had clearly wondered, and shed been forced to pay the price, a quiet gasp of surprise escaping her sweet little lips as she winced, taking a step back and staring emotionlessly at the shard of porcelain which had just been stained red with her blood. It was only a small cut, and given a minute or two would probably stop bleeding even if Lia were to ignore it. But that wasnt what startled her. A cold shiver suddenly wracked her body, and for the first time in awhile a shimmer of fear clouded her crimson orbs. It was an ill omen. The last time shed hurt herself shed had to accompany several large men, opposed to just the one she usually dealt with. The men that came to fuck her were always different, but the one thing they all had in common was that after a week or two theyd simply disappear, never to be seen at the manor again, apparently it was her fault. Shed frequently get told as a departing comment from her patrons that she was creepy, never crying, never laughing, and never showing any hint of emotion even as all of her holes were abused and filled with the creamy white elixir of life. Letting out a quiet sigh, she decided shed ignore the omen, circling around the shards of porcelain scattered across the floor, being particularly careful to avoid the jagged base of the vase that had shattered long ago. Her long golden her billowed behind her as she opened the twin doors, a fresh cold gust of air whipping her face as her eyes travelled upward to the full moon above. Another ill omen, nothing good ever happened on the night of a full moon. There was no science behind her superstition, but Lia had had plenty of time to herself to develop something which was akin to her own religion. Her eyes travelled down to the courtyard, shed never been outside and walked the poorly kept greenery, but frankly she had no desire to, the cracked concrete, and weed filled garden didnt seem special to her at all, a small gazebo and lake which was situated on the other side of the courtyard had intrigued her when she was small, but knowing that shed never be able to go there, theyd simply blended in with the rest of the scenery. The same old boring scenery shed grown accustomed to over the last thirteen years of her life. The high rusty steel fence which circled the estate gave her the impression that she was a caged animal, a creature behind bars, but not knowing any other way of life she honestly could say she minded. Lia blinked a few times as she thought shed seen something moving in the darkness, and upon closer inspection she realized it wasn't something, but many things moving around just outside the perimeter of the fence. She couldn't quite see their face from where she was standing but the flashes of light coming from handheld flashlights were enough to make Lia feel uneasy. What was worse was that one of them seemed to have found a entrypoint. A loud metallic crack filling the silent night as someone snapped the rusty bars of the fence open with relative ease, Lia quickly spun on her heel retreating back inside and taking refuge in her home, hoping that the first floor would do a much better job in keeping the intruders out than the fence had. Although her facial features remained calm, her heart was beating rapidly, her mind hoping that she wouldn't be raped by all those shady figures simultaneously tonight. Curling up on the ground just beside the doors leading to the balcony she started mumbling something incoherent, ignoring the uncontained voices that outside, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew into the room slamming the balcony doors shut..... and then there was absolute silence. Silence which didn't abate Lia's fear in the slightest.