by Elvengrrl on Mon Feb 04, 2002 1:20 am
Steph struggled frantically. She was confused...so utterly confused. Not to mention frightened beyond belief. Who was this stranger? What did he want with her? So many thoughts flew through her head as she lay there on the cold hard floor.<P>Suddenly, the shadowy figure pulled a rag out of his bag. It seemed to be damp...though it wasn't with water. He had finally gotten frustrated with her...she squirmed too much...she made too many noises...and he needed to concentrate. Every time his thoughts seemed to gather, every time it started to become clear, she would move or grunt or whimper. This, in his mind, was inexcusable. No one dared break his concentration...for if they did, there was hell to pay. <P>Steph whimpered slightly as he held the rag up to her nose, and she smelled the pungent odor emanating from that small bit of worn, faded red cloth. Her sight became blurred, and then began to darken, until finally she was unconscious. Unconscious, unmoving, and quiet. Just the way he wanted her to be.<p>[This message has been edited by elvengrrl (edited 02-04-2002).]