Hex Code:#8600A1
Location: Entrance Hall
Vitane's eyes widened when he grabbed her, but not from fear. From rage. She didn't care what title he'd appointed her with upon her arrival, she wasn't his slave. She had lost all respect for him now. She stayed turned around listened to his rant. She laughed out of her nose and shook her head at some of his words. If he hadn't been a freak she already would have decked him in the face.
"Now go get some fucking food in your system and go to bed. Fight me on it and you can sleep in the dungeon.ā Vitane swiftly turned around on the ball of her foot and glared at him again. This man was not going to act all high and mighty to her. She'd never allowed it before, and she'd rather die than not stick up for herself.
"Then I'll gladly walk myself down there." She replied calmly and in a nonchalant voice. She turned away again and headed for the living room with the giant fire place, then to the library, then down to the dungeons as she had promised. She walked through the familiar cell doors, not bothering to close it, and rolled onto the wooden bed and sighed. She would rather sleep here than listen to anything else Jason had to tell her. Especially order her. She scoffed at the idea of someone forcing her to eat food. If her mother couldn't, no one else could. She brought her knees to her chest as she stared at the barred walls and without realizing it she had soon fallen asleep.
"Now go get some fucking food in your system and go to bed. Fight me on it and you can sleep in the dungeon.ā Vitane swiftly turned around on the ball of her foot and glared at him again. This man was not going to act all high and mighty to her. She'd never allowed it before, and she'd rather die than not stick up for herself.
"Then I'll gladly walk myself down there." She replied calmly and in a nonchalant voice. She turned away again and headed for the living room with the giant fire place, then to the library, then down to the dungeons as she had promised. She walked through the familiar cell doors, not bothering to close it, and rolled onto the wooden bed and sighed. She would rather sleep here than listen to anything else Jason had to tell her. Especially order her. She scoffed at the idea of someone forcing her to eat food. If her mother couldn't, no one else could. She brought her knees to her chest as she stared at the barred walls and without realizing it she had soon fallen asleep.
Hex Code: #0A0A8E
Location: Attic
Forrest laughed at Lola for a few seconds. He brought a hand to his mouth as he did, laughing against his knuckles.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I was just trying to get comfortable." He smiled at her.
āI think Iām a little tired of talking.ā Lola announced and Forrest watched her intently. She moved to straddle him and removed her dress, causing Forrest to immediately look away as if he had done something wrong. He wanted to look at her, he did, but years of self doubt and self torture drove him to this shy man before her. After Evie he had blamed himself for the madness his demon soul had driven her to. What it would soon do to Lola if she stuck around much longer. He wanted to push her off at this thought, if she fell for him like Evie had, she too, could go mad. He had closed his eyes now scrunching his face at the memory. Then she kissed him.
Forrest let out short groans in between their mouths being connected. He'd forgotten all of his logical thinking. She was here with him. Now. He pulled her closer by grabbing both thighs and forcefully moving her up his body. His hands traced her legs up and down several times before squeezing her rear as they kissed. His moans were labored and came out choppy and breathy, as he threw his head back in pleasure.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I was just trying to get comfortable." He smiled at her.
āI think Iām a little tired of talking.ā Lola announced and Forrest watched her intently. She moved to straddle him and removed her dress, causing Forrest to immediately look away as if he had done something wrong. He wanted to look at her, he did, but years of self doubt and self torture drove him to this shy man before her. After Evie he had blamed himself for the madness his demon soul had driven her to. What it would soon do to Lola if she stuck around much longer. He wanted to push her off at this thought, if she fell for him like Evie had, she too, could go mad. He had closed his eyes now scrunching his face at the memory. Then she kissed him.
Forrest let out short groans in between their mouths being connected. He'd forgotten all of his logical thinking. She was here with him. Now. He pulled her closer by grabbing both thighs and forcefully moving her up his body. His hands traced her legs up and down several times before squeezing her rear as they kissed. His moans were labored and came out choppy and breathy, as he threw his head back in pleasure.