Post by masteraliester on May 14, 2010 19:14:56 GMT 10
Title: Jailed
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #1 Feelings and Emotions
Category: 250 words
Word Count: 250
Summary: Bekka fights inner demons after failing to escape the deputy provost's attempt to jail her. (Alternate turn of events)
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Day sixty-three, give or take, her only measure the markings on the wall, each as painfully carved as the wounds covering her nude form.
"They'll come for me. . . " Her heart truly believing rescue would have come before now, each passing day her hopes, and desire to live, dwindle.
"I'm a coward. . . Only selfish scruts wish for death. " She lay shivering on the cold stone.
Eighty-one
She could feel the insanity eating away at her. She began to see things, hear things.
This wouldn't have happened if you were a proper lady.
The image of the Provost's Lady faded from her mind as Ronso caressed her cheek
Maybe this will teach you being on the right side of the law doesn't pay.
His image faded from view. Her Lord appeared before her, a look of disgust on his face.
I was wrong about you. Your luck has run out, and with that your usefulness.
One hundred
A wet tongue woke her. Throat dry as she tries to speak. "At least you don't hate me girl, you should. . . I got myself into this mess. No, I don't want to stand, and stop howling like that, this is my dream, at least let it be peaceful. "
The fur between her fingers oddly solid, voices calling her name. In a flurry of motion she was in Nestor's arms, Goodwin hovering over. She reached out limply to wipe a tear from the woman's worried face. "You're real. . . " She cried for the first time.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #1 Feelings and Emotions
Category: 250 words
Word Count: 250
Summary: Bekka fights inner demons after failing to escape the deputy provost's attempt to jail her. (Alternate turn of events)
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Day sixty-three, give or take, her only measure the markings on the wall, each as painfully carved as the wounds covering her nude form.
"They'll come for me. . . " Her heart truly believing rescue would have come before now, each passing day her hopes, and desire to live, dwindle.
"I'm a coward. . . Only selfish scruts wish for death. " She lay shivering on the cold stone.
Eighty-one
She could feel the insanity eating away at her. She began to see things, hear things.
This wouldn't have happened if you were a proper lady.
The image of the Provost's Lady faded from her mind as Ronso caressed her cheek
Maybe this will teach you being on the right side of the law doesn't pay.
His image faded from view. Her Lord appeared before her, a look of disgust on his face.
I was wrong about you. Your luck has run out, and with that your usefulness.
One hundred
A wet tongue woke her. Throat dry as she tries to speak. "At least you don't hate me girl, you should. . . I got myself into this mess. No, I don't want to stand, and stop howling like that, this is my dream, at least let it be peaceful. "
The fur between her fingers oddly solid, voices calling her name. In a flurry of motion she was in Nestor's arms, Goodwin hovering over. She reached out limply to wipe a tear from the woman's worried face. "You're real. . . " She cried for the first time.
I let out a huge sigh of relief at the end. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!