Post by Sync on Dec 21, 2011 13:27:54 GMT
The frosted leaves crunched beneath her feet as she strolled leisurely through Willow Lake. The sun had already set over the quaint town of Park, at 5:30 in the evening it wasn’t an irregular occurrence on a cold December day. Angharad Landeg had spent the day wandering around town searching for various Christmas presents and what not. She’d also been into the bookstore to keep Niall company. Now she found herself wandering through the park aimlessly, unwilling to return to the college just yet. Much like Ruthie had told her on their first meeting, Park Equine College had become the safest place on earth to her. She no longer had to cower around every corner, though she did on occasions forget herself. The town itself had become a haven to her too, she felt safe enough to wander through there alone. Even if her big brother preferred her not too. Sighing deeply, she glanced around and noticed she’d wandered a little further off the path than she meant to. She now found herself in a small clearing in the middle of a thin boundary of trees. Attempting not to panic, the lithe female began to make her way back from the clearing. A cough stopped her in her tracks though, her brunette curls flying wildly as she looked around for the culprit of the cough. ”Hello?” she called out uncertainly, her green oracles wide with fear. A wall of silence greeted her, then a shadowy figure emerged from the boundary of trees. Harad’s heart leapt into her throat, her form beginning to shake visibly as he slowly advanced toward her.
The man had been following his target all day, the oblivious female not noticing him at all. This face amused him greatly, and it also made his job a lot easier. The man had known little Angharad Landeg all her life. She may not have known that, but he certainly did. A close associate to her father, he’d been hired by the man to hunt down his little girl and show her who was in charge. Paul Young had accepted immediately, having always wanted to get his hands on the pretty female. He watched closely as her hips swayed unconsciously in her tight denim skirt, her long legs disappointingly covered by woollen tights. The man grinned as she turned into Willow Lake, knowing that his job was just getting easier and easier. He followed her with enough distance so not to arise suspicions, but he found himself shifting uncomfortably. He really just wanted to get his hands on his bosses girl. Finally, she absentmindedly stumbled into a clearing. A smirk of delight crossed Paul’s features, he fell back into the shadows and watched her senses return. Before she could escape though, he made his presence known. He was glad she responded how he expected her too, freezing in her place instead of fleeing. He cleared his throat once again and emerged from the shadows as he heard her hesitant call. ”Hello darling, remember me?” he purred, stalking towards her. He smirked as she stupidly backed up into a tree, allowing him to corner her in with ease. ”We’re going to have a little fun, sweetheart. Well, I am anyway.” He leaned in to press his lips to her neck, causing the girl to cry out desperately to be released from his hold.
Harad gagged as his rancid breath washed over her face, her form struggling against his. She froze as his sinister chuckle reached her ears. ”Struggling isn’t going to get you anywhere, Angharad. In fact, it’s making it more enjoyable for me.” With that, he ground his hips into her harshly, causing tears to finally fall from her eyes. She tried to arch her body away from him, but it was no use. She was pressed to tightly against the tree. ”Please, don‘t do this!” she pleaded pathetically, unable to stop the tears that rolled in rivers down her cheeks. She cringed when he leaned in and kissed each cheek, tasting the salty tears for himself. ”Oh no sweetheart, see I have a job to do. You’re father,” He chuckled as he saw panic renew on her pretty features, ”He’s paid me to come here and have my wicked way with you.” She sobbed loudly at that revelation, her frame shaking uncontrollably. ”He told me to tell you something too,” Paul leaned in, his lips hovering over her ear. She drew in a shuddering breath, her whole frame coiled tightly as she waited to hear what this monster had to say. ”He said, ‘You’re never going to be free. I’ll always have a hold on you, no matter where you go and what you do. Everything shall be controlled by me. And me alone.’ Got it, princess?” Paul murmured, his own vocals taking on a quality of Harad’s father when he relayed the message. Harad cried out at the words, her green oracles closed tightly as she realised how right the message was. ”Now that that’s sorted, let’s get down to the fun part.” he growled, reaching under her skirt to pull down her tights. Angharad’s thrashing legs and loud protests proved no problem for him, they just seemed to excite him further. ”Enjoy, princess.” he purred, before planting his lips over hers in a sloppy, disgusting kiss.
Thirty minutes later found Harad curled up in a ball, her shirt torn obscenely from where the man had got too rough with her. She’d managed to pull her tights back up, though they also now had holes in them, and pulled her skirt back down. She’d cried when she saw blood upon her inner thighs, another sign of how rough the man had been, and whimpered when she felt blood trickle down her back. Crescent shaped cuts littered her back and arms from where her assaulter had dug his nails into her,. She also had a flourishing bruise on her cheekbone from where he’d punched her after she’d tried to bite him. Now the girl had a blank expression on her features, her hands clutching her jacket tightly as she shook violently. The cold wasn’t getting to her, though the temperature had dropped considerably. She felt disgusting, and mostly scared. Her father definitely knew where she was now. And he was making sure that she knew the hold he had over her. This was just a sample of what he could have done to her, that revelation caused her eyes to widen again. She tried to get up, but pain ricocheted through her body. A dull ache formed in the pit of her stomach too, painful whimpers falling from her lips. She had no idea how she was going to get back to the college if the smallest of movements caused her to hurt that much. She curled herself back up into a protective ball, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she did so.
The man had been following his target all day, the oblivious female not noticing him at all. This face amused him greatly, and it also made his job a lot easier. The man had known little Angharad Landeg all her life. She may not have known that, but he certainly did. A close associate to her father, he’d been hired by the man to hunt down his little girl and show her who was in charge. Paul Young had accepted immediately, having always wanted to get his hands on the pretty female. He watched closely as her hips swayed unconsciously in her tight denim skirt, her long legs disappointingly covered by woollen tights. The man grinned as she turned into Willow Lake, knowing that his job was just getting easier and easier. He followed her with enough distance so not to arise suspicions, but he found himself shifting uncomfortably. He really just wanted to get his hands on his bosses girl. Finally, she absentmindedly stumbled into a clearing. A smirk of delight crossed Paul’s features, he fell back into the shadows and watched her senses return. Before she could escape though, he made his presence known. He was glad she responded how he expected her too, freezing in her place instead of fleeing. He cleared his throat once again and emerged from the shadows as he heard her hesitant call. ”Hello darling, remember me?” he purred, stalking towards her. He smirked as she stupidly backed up into a tree, allowing him to corner her in with ease. ”We’re going to have a little fun, sweetheart. Well, I am anyway.” He leaned in to press his lips to her neck, causing the girl to cry out desperately to be released from his hold.
Harad gagged as his rancid breath washed over her face, her form struggling against his. She froze as his sinister chuckle reached her ears. ”Struggling isn’t going to get you anywhere, Angharad. In fact, it’s making it more enjoyable for me.” With that, he ground his hips into her harshly, causing tears to finally fall from her eyes. She tried to arch her body away from him, but it was no use. She was pressed to tightly against the tree. ”Please, don‘t do this!” she pleaded pathetically, unable to stop the tears that rolled in rivers down her cheeks. She cringed when he leaned in and kissed each cheek, tasting the salty tears for himself. ”Oh no sweetheart, see I have a job to do. You’re father,” He chuckled as he saw panic renew on her pretty features, ”He’s paid me to come here and have my wicked way with you.” She sobbed loudly at that revelation, her frame shaking uncontrollably. ”He told me to tell you something too,” Paul leaned in, his lips hovering over her ear. She drew in a shuddering breath, her whole frame coiled tightly as she waited to hear what this monster had to say. ”He said, ‘You’re never going to be free. I’ll always have a hold on you, no matter where you go and what you do. Everything shall be controlled by me. And me alone.’ Got it, princess?” Paul murmured, his own vocals taking on a quality of Harad’s father when he relayed the message. Harad cried out at the words, her green oracles closed tightly as she realised how right the message was. ”Now that that’s sorted, let’s get down to the fun part.” he growled, reaching under her skirt to pull down her tights. Angharad’s thrashing legs and loud protests proved no problem for him, they just seemed to excite him further. ”Enjoy, princess.” he purred, before planting his lips over hers in a sloppy, disgusting kiss.
Thirty minutes later found Harad curled up in a ball, her shirt torn obscenely from where the man had got too rough with her. She’d managed to pull her tights back up, though they also now had holes in them, and pulled her skirt back down. She’d cried when she saw blood upon her inner thighs, another sign of how rough the man had been, and whimpered when she felt blood trickle down her back. Crescent shaped cuts littered her back and arms from where her assaulter had dug his nails into her,. She also had a flourishing bruise on her cheekbone from where he’d punched her after she’d tried to bite him. Now the girl had a blank expression on her features, her hands clutching her jacket tightly as she shook violently. The cold wasn’t getting to her, though the temperature had dropped considerably. She felt disgusting, and mostly scared. Her father definitely knew where she was now. And he was making sure that she knew the hold he had over her. This was just a sample of what he could have done to her, that revelation caused her eyes to widen again. She tried to get up, but pain ricocheted through her body. A dull ache formed in the pit of her stomach too, painful whimpers falling from her lips. She had no idea how she was going to get back to the college if the smallest of movements caused her to hurt that much. She curled herself back up into a protective ball, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she did so.
