Eat me~! ||David||
Jan 3, 2009 18:37:16 GMT -5
Post by Brea Wilson on Jan 3, 2009 18:37:16 GMT -5
Brea's dorm room was, as always, a total dump. Clothes were strewn across the floor, along with cigarette packets, broken lighters and a vast array of books for both school and leisure. The fact that she was alone in her dorm room meant that anything close to tidiness to be abandoned because, hey, who cared? In was extra-specially trashed today because Brea was expecting company. David was coming for a slob-out-Saturday, with booze and trash food and cringey movies, so there were packets of crisps and candy strewn across the spare bed, at the foot of which stood the television and a jumble of dvds. By the door was a shopping bag full of beer, soft drinks and alco-pops. The door was, as always unlocked, with a crayon scrawled sign saying 'Enter at will, mortals!' pasted to it. Brea had been planning on tidying up before David could turn up, but almost as soon as she had woken up she had gotten sleepy and fallen asleep again, and was not curled up in her bed, tangled up in the covers like a kitten in a ball of yarn. She dreamed... remembered.
It was dark outside the car, the only light on the road from the street lamps and from other cars. Brea leant her forehead against the window and gazed out. It was beautiful, how peaceful it was out there. She had always like the night-time. She pulled her gaze away from the window, turning to peer at the bulky, tattooed men who drove the car. "Where are we going?" She was too doped out to care, but she still felt that the question had to be asked. One of the men turned and winked at her. "Visiting a new friend for you." Brea simply nodded, turning back to the window. These men were her friends. She trusted them. A short while later they pulled up outside a small terraced house, and the men led her from the car, knocking sharply on the door. Another man appeared. Her was tall and lank, and greasy looking. He leered at Brea in a way that made her flesh crawl. He handed a bundle of dollar bill to her friends and ushered her inside. Brea remembered the cramped bedroom vividly, and the way that as soon as the heavy oak door closed, the greasy man started doing things to her that she didn't understand...
It was dark outside the car, the only light on the road from the street lamps and from other cars. Brea leant her forehead against the window and gazed out. It was beautiful, how peaceful it was out there. She had always like the night-time. She pulled her gaze away from the window, turning to peer at the bulky, tattooed men who drove the car. "Where are we going?" She was too doped out to care, but she still felt that the question had to be asked. One of the men turned and winked at her. "Visiting a new friend for you." Brea simply nodded, turning back to the window. These men were her friends. She trusted them. A short while later they pulled up outside a small terraced house, and the men led her from the car, knocking sharply on the door. Another man appeared. Her was tall and lank, and greasy looking. He leered at Brea in a way that made her flesh crawl. He handed a bundle of dollar bill to her friends and ushered her inside. Brea remembered the cramped bedroom vividly, and the way that as soon as the heavy oak door closed, the greasy man started doing things to her that she didn't understand...