he's no good, girl, no good for you

He would counter with his own nervous chuckle, agreeing with her easily. Audits would twitch at the slightly russeting noise, quickly followed by deliberate steps. Muscles tensed as the man moved closer, his steps slow, each on intentional. Logically, she should turn and run, but she found herself rooted in place, unable to move, unable to escape his reach. He would stop only a foot from her, his intoxicating scent drowning her. Words seemed to shake her from her panic, bringing her eyes to focus on his once more. We aren't afraid of anything! The voices were enraged, screaming at the man even though he couldn't hear them. "Should I be?" Her reply was bold and startled herself. Where had that come from? Legs moved on their own accord, bring her one step closer. One step closer to the jaws of danger and regret.

Her heat clouded her mind, her body demanding to satisfied right then and there. But was it wise? All sense of right and wrong fled long ago. The woman had gotten herself into this situation, she had found herself in the grasp of a man with an appetite. She was no fool, she knew the consequences, but they were far from her mind. Her sole focus was on the man before her, the man who held the control of ripping away her last piece of innocences. You are done for. Voices rang out loud and clear, there was no escape, there was no backing out now, she had gone to far. Her crown tipped up towards the man, she felt small before him. She was naive in this department, she had no idea what she was doing, she was lost, unsure of herself for the first in awhile.


"Speech"