forum Do you actually love me, or are you just tricking me for my kidneys: (O/O)

Started August 18, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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Ari stiffened as she awoke from the drug, still drowsy and unable to pry her eyelids open. She tried saying something, but could only make out a garbled, “Wh.., ussit?”

There was a blinding surgical light restricting her vision to a poor quality, painful fuzz.
"Shit.." the stranger whispered, his light steps approaching to where she lay. The blaring light moved out of her vision, and she finally got to see the face of her attacker.
Strinkingly young, strikingly pale. Black hair and dark eyes, the bridge of his nose looked like a broken hillside.
He pinched his lip in his teeth and left in retreat to a cabinet of toolery.

Ari stared up at him for as long as she could before he turned away, feeling the terrifying cold press against her skin and lungs, and incidentally her gut as fear climbed up her throat. She tried to speak, tried to speak out a few more words but all she could manage was, “Who…?”

There was no response, only the metallic clinks of small metal instruments.

She turned her head to see if he was in view, or at least to see if she could. Her awareness came back little by little, but still found it hard to think straight.

He lifted up a syringe of liquid, letting out a breath, "You're not supposed to be awake,"

Ari eyed the liquid nervously, “It’s not like I have a choice,” She croaked.

He lumbered over, loomed over her. He said nothing for a long time. "How old are you? Do you have any illnesses?"

na just mail me them

Ari shook her head as best as she could, which wasn’t much. She purposefully ignored his question about her age, “No, no illnesses. Why do you ask?”

He didn't answer her question, just as she did for in regards to her age. "Because you aren't in a position to negotiate, exactly," one of his eyebrows scrunched.

“I suppose not,” she looked back up to the ceiling. She tightened her hands into a fist against whatever metal surface she was on.

WHOS KIDNIES

“I suppose not,” she looked back up to the ceiling. She tightened her hands into a fist against whatever metal surface she was on.

(Do you want to move this to a PM since this rear-end keeps messing with us?)

"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to go out alone?" He mumbled, in a tone that one would use for themselves rather than a normal conversation.

That would be lovely!)

Ok!)