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ominous dreams
Sep. 1st, 2006 01:17 amIt was cold, cold and bright. Pepper opened her eyes and looked around slowly. Or at least she tried to, but something had her by the hair, holding it and tugging whenever she moved her head too far.
"What the fuck?" She rocked her shoulders side to side, realizing that something was restraining her arms behind her back, forcing her to push her chest up and out. She could feel the bindings squeezing into her skin, realized she was tied there as well. A single glance downward confirmed why she was so cold. Pepper was nude, not a stitch of clothing on her. She'd been tied upright and on her knees, bound to the edge some sort of bed or hospital gurney. Her legs were tied also, leather straps wrapping around each thigh to hold her spread apart and imprisoned, tied to the sides of the wheeled contraption.
Her eyes took in the room around her, white walls, and the strange equipment lining the them. Wires and cables were everywhere, and the sound of water dripping out of a faucet came from somewhere behind her. Pepper tried to twist around but the pain on the back of her head grew worse as whatever held her by the hair yanked hard, bringing tears to her eyes.
And somehow, some way she couldn't get over the idea of something watching her. Something strange, something ominous that was observing as she struggled to free herself from the bindings that held her fast. Then she heard it, a slight pinging on metal, the rhythmic sound of footsteps in the distance. Heart beating wildly she tugged harder, trying to get free. Trying to loosen the bonds that kept her prisoner. "Its coming" She thought, panicking. "It's coming, he's coming.. it's coming!"
And in her sleep, Pepper moaned lowly. Sweating, she moaned again as she rolled over in her bed and thrashed, pushing back the covers before she woke up. In the dark she opened her eyes, taking in the digital alarm clock, the faint outline of the room. She was awake and in the safety of the penthouse once more. "A dream, just a fucked up dream." She whispered as she curled in close behind her undead lover. "Just a fucked up dream."
"What the fuck?" She rocked her shoulders side to side, realizing that something was restraining her arms behind her back, forcing her to push her chest up and out. She could feel the bindings squeezing into her skin, realized she was tied there as well. A single glance downward confirmed why she was so cold. Pepper was nude, not a stitch of clothing on her. She'd been tied upright and on her knees, bound to the edge some sort of bed or hospital gurney. Her legs were tied also, leather straps wrapping around each thigh to hold her spread apart and imprisoned, tied to the sides of the wheeled contraption.
Her eyes took in the room around her, white walls, and the strange equipment lining the them. Wires and cables were everywhere, and the sound of water dripping out of a faucet came from somewhere behind her. Pepper tried to twist around but the pain on the back of her head grew worse as whatever held her by the hair yanked hard, bringing tears to her eyes.
And somehow, some way she couldn't get over the idea of something watching her. Something strange, something ominous that was observing as she struggled to free herself from the bindings that held her fast. Then she heard it, a slight pinging on metal, the rhythmic sound of footsteps in the distance. Heart beating wildly she tugged harder, trying to get free. Trying to loosen the bonds that kept her prisoner. "Its coming" She thought, panicking. "It's coming, he's coming.. it's coming!"
And in her sleep, Pepper moaned lowly. Sweating, she moaned again as she rolled over in her bed and thrashed, pushing back the covers before she woke up. In the dark she opened her eyes, taking in the digital alarm clock, the faint outline of the room. She was awake and in the safety of the penthouse once more. "A dream, just a fucked up dream." She whispered as she curled in close behind her undead lover. "Just a fucked up dream."
