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myself,
sliding my thumb and index fingertip along the glass, rotating it lightly
beneath my touch.
“…Alright. Let’s get out of here.”
His smile turned practically devilish, and he clicked his fingers for
the bartender. A few minutes later, and we were wandering down the streets of
the French Quarter again, sauntering arm in arm towards his hotel room.
Until…
“ Bloody hell ,” Lex muttered to
himself, patting his pockets. “Dammit. I think I left my card in the bar…” He
glanced over at me sheepishly. “Would you mind coming back with me for a
moment?”
“I can wait here,” I answered.
He sized up the surroundings for a moment. “Are you certain? This
doesn’t seem a fantastic part of town…”
I threw him a sideways glance.
“Okay, okay then,” Lex grinned, his palms held up. “You live here, you
can take care of yourself. I get it. Just wait here… I’ll be right back.”
The English gentleman grinned, shaking his head lightly before wandering
back towards the pub.
I leaned against the wall of a nearby stoop, crossing my arms and
tapping my foot. My mind wandered, wondering how I might paint my surroundings.
Effortlessly, I took in the details of the French Quarter. Not a whole
lot of people were out; the few stragglers along the pavement were isolated
into pairs or small groups from one another, with the odd speck of a person
wandering around between them. None of them had any major defining features,
which pleased me.
That would make for broad
strokes, I considered to myself. Put the emphasis on the buildings, and paint some ghosts to meander
alongside them…
The overall lighting was dim but poetic, casting bright bursts of light
in front of bar fronts and under the occasional streetlight. I enjoyed the darkness
that stretched between these parts, hoping to encroach across the area… but it
was never enough to blacken the French Quarter.
There was such history here, and so many drunken escapades that no book
could ever hope to properly catalogue them. New Orleans was such a wistful
place, so full of life and light, even in the dark…
Lex still wasn’t back. I was starting to grow somewhat impatient. He said that he’d only be gone a couple of
minutes… what’s taking him?
That’s when I felt the firm hand, clasping over my mouth. Before I could
even scream, I was being dragged backwards into an alley, away from the light,
and a cocked gun pressed into my temple.
“Scream, and you die,” a gruff voice told me. “Do you understand? Not
even a fucking peep.”
I nodded, and the hand slipped off of my lips… only for someone else to
shove a gag into my mouth, tying it around my head.
Purely out of fear, I started trying to smack or punch whoever my
aggressors were. I saw a quick glance – there were two of them, both dressed
like thugs. My hands were restrained, and a blindfold was tied around my eyes.
“Mmmf!” I exclaimed, but it was useless.
I was being dragged backwards through the alley, stumbling blindly along
with them. They were leading me away from the street, forcing me to follow them
into the dark…
Oh god, no, not like this, I sobbed in my head.
Suddenly, my palms were slapped against the brick wall, and my legs
spread. A pair of vicious, hungry hands tugged at the bottom of my dress,
whipping it up over my hips…
“Mmm, such an uptight little bitch,” one of the thugs chuckled. “Wonder
if that pussy is this tight, too…”
“One way to find out,” the other commented directly into my ear. He was
the one assaulting my dress, and I just waited for the sound of ripping fabric
as I struggled to fight my way out of this.
This can’t be happening, I pleaded into my head. I should
have just fucking gone back with him to the bar. Oh god, they dragged me back
here, he won’t find me…
“Oh shit, this bitch
sliding my thumb and index fingertip along the glass, rotating it lightly
beneath my touch.
“…Alright. Let’s get out of here.”
His smile turned practically devilish, and he clicked his fingers for
the bartender. A few minutes later, and we were wandering down the streets of
the French Quarter again, sauntering arm in arm towards his hotel room.
Until…
“ Bloody hell ,” Lex muttered to
himself, patting his pockets. “Dammit. I think I left my card in the bar…” He
glanced over at me sheepishly. “Would you mind coming back with me for a
moment?”
“I can wait here,” I answered.
He sized up the surroundings for a moment. “Are you certain? This
doesn’t seem a fantastic part of town…”
I threw him a sideways glance.
“Okay, okay then,” Lex grinned, his palms held up. “You live here, you
can take care of yourself. I get it. Just wait here… I’ll be right back.”
The English gentleman grinned, shaking his head lightly before wandering
back towards the pub.
I leaned against the wall of a nearby stoop, crossing my arms and
tapping my foot. My mind wandered, wondering how I might paint my surroundings.
Effortlessly, I took in the details of the French Quarter. Not a whole
lot of people were out; the few stragglers along the pavement were isolated
into pairs or small groups from one another, with the odd speck of a person
wandering around between them. None of them had any major defining features,
which pleased me.
That would make for broad
strokes, I considered to myself. Put the emphasis on the buildings, and paint some ghosts to meander
alongside them…
The overall lighting was dim but poetic, casting bright bursts of light
in front of bar fronts and under the occasional streetlight. I enjoyed the darkness
that stretched between these parts, hoping to encroach across the area… but it
was never enough to blacken the French Quarter.
There was such history here, and so many drunken escapades that no book
could ever hope to properly catalogue them. New Orleans was such a wistful
place, so full of life and light, even in the dark…
Lex still wasn’t back. I was starting to grow somewhat impatient. He said that he’d only be gone a couple of
minutes… what’s taking him?
That’s when I felt the firm hand, clasping over my mouth. Before I could
even scream, I was being dragged backwards into an alley, away from the light,
and a cocked gun pressed into my temple.
“Scream, and you die,” a gruff voice told me. “Do you understand? Not
even a fucking peep.”
I nodded, and the hand slipped off of my lips… only for someone else to
shove a gag into my mouth, tying it around my head.
Purely out of fear, I started trying to smack or punch whoever my
aggressors were. I saw a quick glance – there were two of them, both dressed
like thugs. My hands were restrained, and a blindfold was tied around my eyes.
“Mmmf!” I exclaimed, but it was useless.
I was being dragged backwards through the alley, stumbling blindly along
with them. They were leading me away from the street, forcing me to follow them
into the dark…
Oh god, no, not like this, I sobbed in my head.
Suddenly, my palms were slapped against the brick wall, and my legs
spread. A pair of vicious, hungry hands tugged at the bottom of my dress,
whipping it up over my hips…
“Mmm, such an uptight little bitch,” one of the thugs chuckled. “Wonder
if that pussy is this tight, too…”
“One way to find out,” the other commented directly into my ear. He was
the one assaulting my dress, and I just waited for the sound of ripping fabric
as I struggled to fight my way out of this.
This can’t be happening, I pleaded into my head. I should
have just fucking gone back with him to the bar. Oh god, they dragged me back
here, he won’t find me…
“Oh shit, this bitch
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