Soapeth!
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Thread Topic: Soapeth!
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Valentine shrieked as he lifted her up, and did the only thing she knew to do when someone picked her up. She bit him. On the throat. Hard.
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He cringed, dropping her. The handcuffs tangled and pulled him down with her.
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The air was knocked out of her lungs as he fell on top of her. Her eyes reeled in her head- that was nother habit she desperately needed to break. She had always hated being lifted. If her feet weren't touching the ground, she had no control, and having no control threw her into a panic. So she had developed that impulse of biting whoever happened to pick her up.
Unfortunately, that often ended just like this- more pain for her. -
He slowly pulled himself off of her, and tried to untangle the handcuffs. The chains were pinching his skin.
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Valentine laid flat on the ground, not bothering to sit up.
"What the hell." she muttered, the only words she could think of. -
He sighed, sitting there for a minute. He glared at her.
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Valentine glanced over to see him glaring at her. Her lips curled up in a snarl at that.
"Don't even. You don't get to do all this crap and get mad at me when it backfires." she hissed, yanking at her wrists in hopes of making him more uncomfortable. -
He crawled closer to her and tried to pick her up again- keeping her as far from his neck as possible.
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Valentine thrashed around now, kicking at him, hard, and pulling harder on her wrists.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, her voice rough with panic. He was really going to pick her up again? She already knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from biting whatever part of him was handy if he did, but she didn't like the idea of falling again, so not being picked up in the first place was the obvious solution. -
He started walking down the street, struggling with her in his arms. The dog trotted behind them.
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"Stop it!" she screamed again, this time biting down on his arm. She felt so pathetic like this, but if she was going to look weak, it was at least going to benefit her in some way.
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He grumbled when she bit him, but didn't drop her.
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She bit down again and again, knowing already it wouldn't do anything but piss the guy off, but this was not working. She could feel her stomach growing cold, heating until it seemed to boil, and then freezing again, over and over.
"I'm gonna throw up.." she whined around a mouthful of his arm. -
He sighed, but kept walking. "Too bad. Hold on to it."
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"No. I'm going to throw up, and I'll probably throw up my lungs, and then I'll die, and you won't have anything to show to your daddy but a corpse." she murmured, closing her eyes to stop the dizziness filling her head. Had her disliking of being lifted really progressed so far? Physical symptoms? What a pain..
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