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TOPIC: Hard Days Night

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Date: Sep 16, 2008

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Usually it was fear that woke her from the depths of her sleep however this time it was the sun lancing in the window above her creating colors over the inside of her eye lid. Consciousness slowly began to form as lashed flickered before that body began the trip of rolling over. Such incredible pain and stiffness caused a rough voice to cuss to the quiet loft. Every fiber of her body was stiff and sore, there wasn't a place that wasn't, but maybe the balls of her feet. No even they ached with to much use. Amber eyes flickered open slowly, iris' pinpointing as her vision cleared and she focused on the other side of her empty bed. A single flower left behind. How cliché right? Although a bare arm did snake out from under the warm blanket and capture the stem of the flower bringing it to her nose. She inhaled faintly drawing in the smell of it's fragrance before it was dropped back to the bed uncaring. Flowers didn't mean much to her unless they where from a certain person. Legs shifted to rub together, causing a wince to cross her face as she moved parts that did not want to be reminded they where still attached. Body rolled again, hand groping the desk beside the bed for her cell phone. The top was flipped open as she stared at the time. One O'clock in the afternoon... that was almost impossible. Two missed calls and a text message from Luca stating he had opened the gallery. Well thank god for dedicated help, both Luca and Aine seemed to be able to handle anything that came there way. A quick text message back, letting him know she was alive just not feeling good today and that he should use the petty cash for Aine and his lunch and dinner. Closing the cell, it was set back on the table. Well it was time to get up was it not. She's already well overslept her natural alarm. Legs swung down to the wooden floor as the blanket was pushed off her naked form. Bruises, bite marks, even nail marks dotted her flesh like she was some kind of domestic abuse survivor. For sure her nipples hurt, they ached as if they had been played with too roughly. Hands pressed into the fabric of the mattress as she pushed up. Although that was most definitely not a good thing to do. Knees gave a wobble and she ended back up on her ass on the bed. Oh god, her insides hurt too. What the hell had she done to her body. There was no shackles or ropes tied about the loft that she could see, why the hell was she hurting so bad. Trying it again, she made it to her feet even if her body below her belly button screamed in protest. The movements where slow, and careful, working out the pain in her limbs and other places with each movement. By the time she got to the bathroom, she was sweating but feeling less like she was being stabbed with each step. The large tub was in disarray, stray pieces of clothing, both her own and someone else's. The curtain was half torn down and at the moment she didn't care. Bending over she jammed the plug in the drain and turned the water on, watching the tub fill up. One of the bottles of bath crystals was opened and a handful tossed in. Sea Salt. Recapping the bottle, her eyes caught the reflection of herself in the full length mirror. Hair was in massive disarray, and the coloring of black, blue and green spotted her skin. She stared at herself for a long time, turning this way and that to see the proudly won battle scars. A smirk crossed her lips as she turned the water off, stepping into the near boiling heat with a little hiss. The last time she had looked at the clock before at some time passing out it was around five in the morning. Exhaustion and sedation causing her to simply knock out between one minute and the next. Although she had put up a rather long and intense fight. Caine was not a lover, at least not that night. No he was simply someone who understood she wasn't looking for love, she just wanted to be fucked. And by god, did he do a job and half. It had started in the gallery, with both of them half undressed stumbling in the back door, only to have them end up on top of a pile of shipping blankets. Hair was pulled, skin reddened by the sharp whacks of his hand. It was well worth the screaming and cussing she tossed at him. It was a dangerous game they played because this was the first time she had let loose in a very long time and thankfully he was, well what ever he was because if he had been human there would have been no telling if he would have survived. Somehow they ended up in the freight elevator, her chest to the wall as she was drilled over and over again. Her body thrashing and pushing back wildly as if the woman was letting the wolf side of her take over. The kitchen counter, the rug in the living room floor, the bathtub, the chair in the studio, which at one point had broken and then finally the bed. And before all that, time in the car ride over, although that was more the foreplay. Seeing just how much of him curved to the right. Hands moved under the water, stroking at her sore and tender flesh, cleaning it, but being very very careful. Lord even her ass hurt. She had went all out on him, allowed every door to open and let that lust, need, want, desire to pour out of her. There had been even a time that his breathy voice against her ear urged her on, called on her beast to come out. And sure enough she did. Hands where lifted as she inspected her nails, dried red lay under her fingernails. Apparently she had curved his back and chest up good. But all was fair in love and war. Perhaps this would be the start of a good friendship, since there was no love involved from either party. __________________

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