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After 72 hours on her feet, rest was coming to greet her. The blankets embraced her like a warm mother, diluting her aches and her anxieties. She had made it, and now she was allowed to sleep. The smell of tuna never left her fingers, but she didn't care, at that point. Survival had become a full time job, and she was becoming extremely good at it.

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The high pitched wailing struck her body like a lightning, leaving that acrid taste in the roof of her mouth. She was, again, wide awake, trembling, and feeling her life was being drained through her eardrums. She stood up, and walked towards the little angel. It had been born with teeth and hair; huge, grotesque, misshaped. It had broken her on arrival, and destroyed her life afterwards. And she was supposed to love the screaming beast. She pressed a pillow against the gaping hole of its mouth, and didn't move until the noise was long gone. She felt a cold finger tracing her spine, but the noise was gone. She went back to sleep, to relax, to forget. Silence hugged her tighter than any blanket, with its cold breath whispering "Murderer" in her ears.

She was surprised to discover that a whisper inside her head was so much powerful than a scream from a cot.

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And her name was--; Tape side A
Topic Started: May 20 2016, 12:48 PM (78 Views)
NPC: All

This day dragged on and on. It was almost noon when she departed from Germany and nine hours later, contrary to what the circadian clock suggested, her new old reality started ticking at 2 o'clock. What about the surplus five hours? She tried her best to just sleep through it, but brief naps every now and then were the best she could do. Why did she even leave Philly? Why was the death of a distant ancestor given so much importance? She could not and did not want to answer that question; her mind was in dire need of escape from this grim, nonsensical reality. Daydreaming filled most of this long trip, vague fantasies and desires popped like soap bubbles and left no imprint in memory. Deep inside she felt that now it's time to take care of her own needs. A long bubble bath would be nice. Or maybe a shopping spree. Or maybe just somebody who could relieve her of these earthly burdens...

Security checks. Again. Why on earth would an American citizen undergo double screening? It angered her, grumbly TSA hounds made her feel uneasy. She could not take that kind of tension back home, tain her sanctuary. As she passed through terminals, her eyes darted around, seeking an outlet for vanity. There, a spa conveniently specialized in remedying travel-induced stress. A full body massage later, her instincts craved fragrance oils. But other than that, her body entered a state of genuine relaxation. Now that she felt like a newborn, she could finally dine in peace. Dine? Never mind, that would be lunch in this new reality. Speaking of the jet lag...coffee sounds like a good remedy.

Nearest café caught her attention. The place was crowded, but appetizing pastries and wicked aromas coming from within got her hooked. She took her time, after all a modern woman deserves such joys and delights every now and then. Only one table seemed to be free and it was a table for the two, which scratched her deep-seated desires. Nonetheless, the feast of flavors satisfied at least some of her senses and almost helped her denial. That blend turned out to be phenomenal. Light on roast, smooth, creamy almost. She promised herself that she would do it again, next time with different pastries. Something fruity maybe?

Actually... Why am I all alone here? Why does nobody await my return? Why did it matter so much overseas, what's their problem with me not bringing a spouse along? Why do I have to choose between loneliness and full commitment? If only...
A bold aroma penetrated her nose. Deep roast, rich, it screamed of liquid energy. Definitely a blend for demanding person, somebody who burns a lot of energy. She was about to shrug it off, when that voice broke the background noises of petty chatter.

"May I...?"

It sounded soft and surprisingly comforting. It sounded as if it belonged to a man ready to cover her with his arms and shelter her from whatever storm is to come. Or maybe it was just another figment of her imagination... She looked up. Indeed it belonged to a man. A quite good looking man at that. Auburn hair, hazel eyes, decent jawline, stature of a young god. For a while she wasn't sure if it's just her fantasy going wild again. Feeling abashed, she blinked and looked around - indeed, there was nowhere else to sit. "Yes, of course." she nodded in an awkward, yet politely inviting gesture.

He just sat there, with a mug of espresso in his solid, yet not overworked hands. Judging by his working man's apparel, it almost looked as if he is going to just grossly slurp it. She tried not to stare like an idiot, but her eyes were drawn to his visage time after time. He seemed to find unearthly delight in this ordinary beverage, absorbing aromatic steam and slowly sipping the hot liquid. She knew it's stupid, yet she couldn't help but feel strangely fascinated by this man. Brief, shameful glances gradually turned into longer stares. And he was well aware of it; he enjoyed every bit of attention. As their eyes met, he returned a bright smile that visualized a special kind of youthful carefreeness, something she so yearned for. Suddenly she felt like a teenage girl again. When was the last time she could feel butterflies in her stomach? She blushed and unwittingly wriggled in her chair. They were connected by mutually lustful gaze.

"Come with me."

When his thin lips moved, she was already hypnotized, her good sense completely disarmed. Not a single red or even yellow light flashed in her mind; basest instincts have now fully taken over. She followed him closely, with his arm wrapped around her waist. Even though she known this place like the back of her hand, she had no idea where are they going, their surroundings stopped mattering. Sometime soon they found themselves in a hotel room, waltzing around in this spontaneous courtship dance, while shedding their clothes. His strong arms have gently placed her mellow body on the queen-size bed. He stood above her, in his full majesty. That figure...it utterly outshone the face, there was so much more to him... She wanted to worship his perfect body, but he hadn't given her the permission just yet.

The tape's side A is coming to its end. The last few things she could remember was his face suspended over hers and his hesitation to make a move. Then he proceeded to kiss her, but not in the mouth. He started with the neck and worked his way down. Then they probably fucked like animals, over and over, but these memories are too foggy to tell for sure.


cont. Tape side B
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