Post by Belladonna Atropa on Mar 13, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -6
Injured in terms of body and pride, Bella partially curled up on the floor. At the moment the partial fetal position was the best defensive stance she was capable of. Whether it was boredom, a small streak of restraint or just a whim the Majin chose to relent, after one last humiliation of course.
Paint pelted her sore abdomen, the red head unaware of the sloppy design he enhanced her shirt with. Pain and the fact she was going to escape with her life dominated her thoughts as he took his leave, that and the embarrassment of being romped so thoroughly. Part of her was glad her phone lay in ruin outside, calling for backup now only highlighted her defeat.
For some time, unsure of exactly how long, she laid there. Caked in dust, dirt and paint she refused to move until the throbbing in her stomach lessened. When she was finally able to move without waves of excruciating pain rolling through her, Bella sat up.
She fished her small, now bent, notebook out of her back pocket. Damnit, her pen was broken. Unable to take her customary notes after a new encounter she fell flat on her back once again. Eyes up at the water stained ceiling of the old factory she knew what she would write down when she managed to get back up.
Grey Majin.
Big.
Mean.
Short tempered.
Dangerous.
Hits hard.
Paint pelted her sore abdomen, the red head unaware of the sloppy design he enhanced her shirt with. Pain and the fact she was going to escape with her life dominated her thoughts as he took his leave, that and the embarrassment of being romped so thoroughly. Part of her was glad her phone lay in ruin outside, calling for backup now only highlighted her defeat.
For some time, unsure of exactly how long, she laid there. Caked in dust, dirt and paint she refused to move until the throbbing in her stomach lessened. When she was finally able to move without waves of excruciating pain rolling through her, Bella sat up.
She fished her small, now bent, notebook out of her back pocket. Damnit, her pen was broken. Unable to take her customary notes after a new encounter she fell flat on her back once again. Eyes up at the water stained ceiling of the old factory she knew what she would write down when she managed to get back up.
Grey Majin.
Big.
Mean.
Short tempered.
Dangerous.
Hits hard.
End! Thanks for the fun thread! :)
