She came into a clearing. Then she was in front of a tree, staring down at a hole and everything felt like a setting in Alice in Wonderland. Probably should not have stood close to the edge because then she was pushed down, into the hole she fell. The fall felt endless and she was falling, falling...
Poppy Lockwood's eyes opened groggily. Her hands rubbed against them. She felt tired and falling dream did not offer any much help. She glanced to the beside table, eyeing for her phone but for some reason it was not there. A small smile flitted across her lips as she jokingly thought that she must have had thrown it across the room some time earlier when the alarm rang at four in the morning, signalling her to wake up for the usual morning run.
But the smile vanished when the girl realized she was laying halfway on top of someone. More specifically, a male. Her eyes widened and she squealed in disbelief -- not recognizing the face at all.
Post by Victor Reynolds on Mar 27, 2016 14:45:05 GMT -6
Victor lay there silently watching as the pretty girl woke and adjusted. Reality hadn't set in yet Bu he quickly had an established link with her brain as he lay there silent with his eyes closed pretending to be a sleep. Her squeal seemed to wake him "Huh what....?" he said looking around to a movement.
"Oh Poppy sort of startled me there sweet cheeks." he said as he put his hand on her butt giving it a small smack. He slowly started triggering an increase of sensitivity to fear. He was there with his bare chest exposed and their bodies over lapped with what appeared a state of nudity.
"You a morning 'riser' sort of girl or just looking for breakfast before you head home?" he asked saying riser in an odd way noticeably "Last night was a lot of fun. Wasn't sure if you wanted it to continued into the next day here." he said softly as he looked down into her eyes. Leaning forwards for a kiss to her lips.
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Apr 3, 2016 4:49:52 GMT -6
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Her jaw just dropped. Oh my god. Poppy Lockwood was definitely shocked to say the very least. "W-w-who are--" Her sentence stopped midway when she realized they were touching, skin against skin. She turned to her side and lifted the cover to find one of her biggest worry true. She was wholly naked. "Oh my god."
She turned back to face the man with widened eyes. Nope, she was certain the face looking back at her was not a familiar one. Nor did it look like a friendly one either. So many thoughts were running in her mind, she could not comprehend entirely on what he was saying. But her attention jerked back to him when he mentioned something about last night.
Oh god. Considering the lack of clothes they were in, Poppy felt sickened as she looked him in the eye. Her hand then shot up immediately as if to stop him from coming any closer than he already was. "I don't know you. Oh my god. I don't know you." The worry in her voice could be heard clearly.
Post by Victor Reynolds on Apr 4, 2016 0:55:23 GMT -6
Victor on the outside maintained the visage of a man having good a happy greeting to the day as he lay with his lover. Inside he was reveling and relishing the pleasure of watching the pretty young thing work out what is going on. Her mind would click to the natural assumption on its own in time he just accelerated it a bit. He feigned pain as his brow furrowed "What do you mean? It's me Victor don't you remember Poppy told you last night."
"What has gotten into you?" he asked her as his arms wrapped around he as he snuggled up. "You alright beautiful?" he said with some concern appearing on his face. She could feel his hands resting on her back as he leaned in for the kiss when her hand came up to stop him.
"You didn't seem so shy about kissing and well other things last night." he chuckled. "What do you mean we had a nice long talk last night. I know we aren't super close but acting like this is a bit hurtful."
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Apr 5, 2016 2:36:39 GMT -6
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Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his arms wrapped around her. When he asked if she was alright, she shook her head, a little a lot unsure on how exactly she had ended up in bed last night with this man -- who apparently was named Victor. Poppy Lockwood did not know what to say, her mind was still trying to remember the details which was hazy at that moment.
"I...I...I..." Her hand scratched the back of her head, refusing to process what the stranger claimed they did the night before. Oh god. "Oh I think you're close enough, mister," she said a little weaker than she had hoped for. Poppy kept her hand against his chest, not wanting him to come any nearer. Though it probably was not effective considering he already had his hands on her back.
"Last night," she started but her voice faltered once she made eye contact with him. "I...we...Nothing- we couldn't have...no..."
Post by Victor Reynolds on Apr 8, 2016 20:55:01 GMT -6
Victor felt a tremble of delight seeing the young confident woman fretting in terror of what might have occurred. While he didn't exhibit any signs of his secret pleasure, it brought a deep vein of it to him. He of course could never let his sadistic side show through to the general public. If he ever wanted to avoid stigma he had to pretend to be the nice man he wasn't.
She was coming around her mind working over the situation. She had not quite come to the belief he wanted yet. That was more out of denial to protect herself he would wager. He could have just actually raped her but then he would have to deal with the backlash. He couldn't risk the law just for some sex with a lovely girl.
Besides making her seem like the boy who cried would was so much more satisfying. He dialed up her fear sensitivity another notch now. "We spent a wonderful evening together. Don't you remember?" he questioned now. "You were a great 'kisser' mmmm." he said the word kisser far more suggestively than he should.
Post by Poppy Lockwood on Apr 15, 2016 9:30:48 GMT -6
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The girl was in denial. So very much. She did not want to believe a single word what 'Victor' had said, despite the gravity of the situation. Despite laying naked on the same bed with a stranger. Despite everything.
"No, I don't!" Poppy Lockwood exclaimed hopelessly. Her mouth opened, but nothing was uttered out. Her fists clenched and she shut her eyes tight. She shook her head, childishly trying to block his words. No, no, no. "This is a dream..." she said through gritted teeth.
Once her eyelids peeled open, Poppy experienced something like her world had finally plummeted from its orbit. Staring at the man beside her, she felt the corners of her eyes begin to water. Oh god. Her face now masked at how true and real the situation she was in.
But that did not mean she was quite yet ready to accept it. "It has to be," she cried out, however without much vindication.