Thread: Arkham's Education (Cain and AliceArkham)

Alice whimpered softly as she tested the restraints on her arms and legs. They were solid, making uncomfortable ridges in her soft skin. This cannot be real , she thought, realizing that she must have been crying before she passed out the space around her eyes was uncomfortably wet. Dont cry, Alice, dont cry, she urged herself, biting her lip very hard to distract herself from the emotional torment that was starting to take over her senses. Stop she cried out as he slid the back of his hand along her bare skin. Her entire body shuddered at the touch, her dread at the unfamiliarity of the sensation enhanced by the pitch black, soundless prison Please she didnt manage to get the stop part of the plea out as he carefully drew the knife along her torso, the cold steel such a jarring sensation in the dark that she wasnt positive he hadnt cut her Stop, please, stop she said more urgently as he traced the blade around her breast, whimpering when he pressed the steel against her nipple Stop it! she finally shouted, the sound interrupted by a sob as he cut off the rest of her uniform. Biting her lip harder, she listened in horror at the sound of her own anguished voice as it resonated and dissipated in the otherwise silent room. She was surprised by the sound of it, an unfamiliar mix of terror and anger ? Was that what it was? Or panic. Alice wasnt a tough girl, not really. She had a smart mouth, but if he pushed hard enough, shed break and behave. Does it make you feel like a man, retraining an unconscious girl so you can molest her in the dark? Alice used the word molest, spoken through gritted teeth, because she wasnt willing to even entertain the possibility of it going farther than that. True denial had lasted right up until he cut off everything but her panties. Now that he had gotten to that point, his intentions horrifyingly apparent, Alice panicked. She really didnt want to beg. She abhorred begging. It just made her feel dirty. Her only other option, as she saw it, was asking questions. They were a good distraction. Outright begging wasnt as effective at delaying an assailants action because that kind of communication could be ignored, made into a perverted soundtrack for whatever they were planning. Questions, though. Those were like skips in the musicjust jarring enough to slow things down. Although Alice had never been strapped to an exam table and had her clothes sheared from her body before, shed been in more than one situation where shed chosen questions, and she was alive to talk about it. The obvious question of What do you want? was beside the point now. The first time he forced his hands against her sex, she could have pulled it off. Maybe even if shed been coherent enough to form words before her sliced through her tank top, she could have asked him then. Leaving her naked except for her panties, though, restrained with her legs spread, made the answer to that too apparent to warrant a question. Moving on , she told herself, imagining her internal voice beginning to become unsteady with fear. Feeling hot tears leak out of the side of her eyes, Alice shut them. It didn't matter-- she couldn't see anything either way. Before he could touch her panties, she said quietly, Please dont do this. Is there anything, anything you want from me that I can give you instead of she swallowed a sob before adding weakly, this?