FVMA Check the bathroom

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You peer into your bathroom, its relatively clean, not that there is much space to mess up. To your right is a single sink followed by a toilet. There are no showers in the individual dorm rooms. Instead there is one common shower room located on each floor of the dorm. You turn to see a dark figure rush you. The force sends you reeling into the back wall of your bathroom and you amble around in the dark for a weapon with which to defend yourself. You grab a toilet brush and scramble to your feet "If you leave now I won't call the police." you say shakily. You know your words are futile and even worse you can feel the rush of blood to your cheeks as you gather how ridiculous you must look. "Now we both know that is not true Kyra" he says. His voice is smooth, attractive, foreboding and unfamiliar. How does he know your name?!? You decide it doesn't matter as you attempt to tackle him out of the way of your only exit but he is stronger and sturdier than the shadow of his form appeared. He swiftly wraps his arms around you like a father grabbing a toddler throwing a tantrum and clamps a damp rag over your face. He shushes you and strokes your hair in a manner that is both demeaning and strangely comforting as you pass out...
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You peer into your bathroom, its relatively clean, not that there is much space to mess up. To your right is a single sink followed by a toilet. There are no showers in the individual dorm rooms. Instead there is one common shower room located on each floor of the dorm.  
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You turn to see a dark figure rush you. The force sends you reeling into the back wall of your bathroom and you amble around in the dark for a weapon with which to defend yourself.  
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You grab a toilet brush and scramble to your feet. "If you leave now I won't call the police." you say shakily.  
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You know your words are futile and even worse you can feel the rush of blood to your cheeks as you gather how ridiculous you must look. "Now we both know that is not true, Kyra" he says.  
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His voice is smooth, attractive, foreboding and unfamiliar. How does he know your name?!? You decide it doesn't matter as you attempt to tackle him out of the way of your only exit but he is stronger and sturdier than the shadow of his form appeared. He swiftly wraps his arms around you like a father grabbing a toddler throwing a tantrum and clamps a damp rag over your face. He shushes you and strokes your hair in a manner that is both demeaning and strangely comforting as you pass out...
*[[FVMA When you finally wake... | continue]]
*[[FVMA When you finally wake... | continue]]
[[Category: Taken By Force]]
[[Category: Taken By Force]]

Current revision as of 14:23, 3 March 2020

You peer into your bathroom, its relatively clean, not that there is much space to mess up. To your right is a single sink followed by a toilet. There are no showers in the individual dorm rooms. Instead there is one common shower room located on each floor of the dorm.

You turn to see a dark figure rush you. The force sends you reeling into the back wall of your bathroom and you amble around in the dark for a weapon with which to defend yourself.

You grab a toilet brush and scramble to your feet. "If you leave now I won't call the police." you say shakily.

You know your words are futile and even worse you can feel the rush of blood to your cheeks as you gather how ridiculous you must look. "Now we both know that is not true, Kyra" he says.

His voice is smooth, attractive, foreboding and unfamiliar. How does he know your name?!? You decide it doesn't matter as you attempt to tackle him out of the way of your only exit but he is stronger and sturdier than the shadow of his form appeared. He swiftly wraps his arms around you like a father grabbing a toddler throwing a tantrum and clamps a damp rag over your face. He shushes you and strokes your hair in a manner that is both demeaning and strangely comforting as you pass out...

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