'losing grip [Layla]

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

((Warning! This thread contains sex, a sadist attacking a masochist, them both falling asleep and then...doing it all again. Don't read if you'll be offended!))

Tylar knelt beside her bookshelf, rearranging the books into alphabetical order. It was less to do with being compulsive and more linked to not wanting to actually do her stupid homework, but it was still a sad way to spend her time. With a sigh, she pulled herself onto the bed, looking with distaste at the books spread out on it. Well, once she finished it, she'd...hand it in and just get more homework. How pointless. A better system would be one where...well, where the system didn't exist. Being given work to do outside of class was ridiculous; especially as they still called it homework. Didn't you have to go home for that?

She began scrawling in her mathematics exercise book, easily solving the questions in her head. God, they gave such crap here... It took about ten minutes to complete the twenty problems, and she scanned the list when she was done, checking her answers were done. When satisfied, she threw the book on the floor, her pen landing beside it and splotching the pale carpet with ink. Whoops. With one foot, Tylar pushed her maths book over it, making it less obvious to anyone that felt like yelling at her for it. Quickly, she looked behind her -just checking nobody had seen her- and shrieked, a blonde girl sitting on the bed opposite.

Instantly, she was on her feet, lunging towards the other bed. "What are you doing? Why were you watching me?" she yelled, grabbing the girls wrists. She recognised Layla -her roommate- but didn't let go, staring at her with narrowed eyes. "What the fuck were you doing? What do you want?" Her voice was angry, with a hint of desperation mixed in. Tell me!" Her last command was high-pitched and hysterical, and she winced, knowing that her voice was out of control, although it wasn't something she could hear.

Her eyes were fixed on the other girls lips, leaning forward so their faces were close together. Her entire body was shaking, a usual response to finding she was being watched by some creep, but never nice. It was her worry that people thought she was scared or something; and she wasn't. Just...slightly anxious.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla entered the room, dumped her bag, shut the door, and glanced over to see Tylar doing maths homework. She opened her mouth to say something, then remembered that Tylar couldn't hear her, and would probably attack her if she was tapped on the shoulder or something. Kicking off her shoes, she sat down on the bed and pulled out a magazine, flicking listlessly through the pages. Tylar moved suddenly, and she dropped the magazine, seeing the exercise book fall to the floor. OK, nothing to worry about. Just as she went to pick it up again, though, Tylar yelled. So, she'd been spotted. Riiight, this could be...

Tylar barreled into her, grabbing her wrists. Layla winced at the tight grip, and struggled slightly, glaring. Fucking crazy bitch! What the hell did she think she was doing? Glaring, Layla attempted to wrest her hands from Tylar's grip, but the drummer was stronger than her. Ohkay, this wasn't good. "I'm not doing anything," she snarled, glaring straight into Tylar's eyes. Twisting sharply, she used her weight to pull Tylar down onto the bed, the smaller girl falling easily, and pressed her hands into Tylar's chest. Her wrists were still captive, but at least now Tylar was the one pinned down, which was a good change. She didn't like the idea of a paranoid drummer holding her down. "I wasn't fucking watching you," she growled at Tylar, leaning closer. "And I didn't plan on doing anything to you, except you went and attacked me, for no fucking reason, and I think you should probably know better," with that, she wrenched her arm free, and gave Tylar a slap around the face. The noise rang out in the otherwise quiet room, and the force of it made Layla's hand sting. Ouch.

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

She struggled to contain the older girls wrists, pulling them into her own body to increase her grip. "I know you were doing something!" She spoke just before Layla pushed her over, and she hissed, jerking her torso upwards and sideways, her wrists being crushed into her own chest. "I know you were watching me! I'm not stupid!" Tylar bit at the girls hands, missing as Layla pulled them backwards slightly. Her eyes were down as the girl spoke and she looked up just in time to catch her last word.

For a second, she frowned, trying to work out exactly what she'd said before -a fruitless exercise- her concentration moved from keeping Layla's arms pinned to trying to understand her sentence. When her arms were released, Tylar grabbed at the other girls arm as it swung towards her face, realizing too late that she couldn't move them and twisting away. It hit her on the cheek and she closed her eyes for a second, a small smile coming across her lips. It was so hard to concentrate on getting away when she was being hurt so beautifully... Managing to open her eyes, she smirked up at Layla. "Yeah, honey, that's really gonna work. Slapping the masochist, good one." Honey; reserved for when she was being patronizing.

Maybe she shouldn't have told; it sometimes made people stop hurting her, which was a pity. She searched, trying to work out if the girl had any weak spots, some way that she could be provoked. Everyone had something... "C'mon, can't you do any harder than that?" Pushing her trapped wrist upwards, she struggled against Layla's hold. Tylar had one of her hands free, the other holding onto the girls wrist, who was crushing both into her chest. It was slightly painful. Not enough. "Go on," she hissed, continuing to attempt wriggling away. "Hurt me. I dare you." And if that didn't get her the results she wanted? Well, she could always start properly insulting Layla. That often got a rise out of people.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla raised an eyebrow when Tylar spoke to her again. Well, now, this was... exciting. Her roommate was a masochist? She smirked down at her for a moment, all her anger evaporating in an instant. Shifting, he wrenched her other wrist free of Tylar's grip and swung her leg round to straddle the other girl, still pinning her down with one hand. Using her body to hold Tylar down, she released her grip on the girl's chest, instead choosing to grab hold of her hair and pull her head up. Smirking down at the girl, she purred, "You don't need to dare me, honey. Just tell me what you want," with that, she slapped Tylar again, leaving a bright red mark across the girl's cheek.

She twisted her hand in Tylar's hair, feeling the strands wrapped around her fist tighten, pulling the girl's head back to expose her throat. Dipping her head, she kissed the girl's neck all the while tightening her grip in Tylar's hair, pulling her head further and further back. Her other hand found Tylar's wrist, grabbed hold of it, and twisted savagely, pulling the arm towards her as far as it would go. She pulled back, tossing hair out of her face, grinning down at Tylar to see her reaction. Looked like she was going to get that shag she'd been after for a while, then. It was a nice feeling, having a masochistic roommate. They'd done something right when planning this school, then.

Lifting her hand, she slapped Tylar once more, on the other cheek this time, leaving another red mark. Shifting her hips slightly into a more... comfortable position, she looked down at Tylar, hoping - no, knowing - she'd want more. Layla didn't have much experience with masochists, not proper ones. She generally had to hold back a little, keep her sadism toned down to stop people freaking out when having sex with her. With Tylar, it was shaping up to be a lot of fun.

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

Tylar struggled happily, wriggling beneath the weight on her waist. As her hair was pulled, she breathed out sharply, pulling her head away from Layla's hand for...maximum effect. She winced at the slap, her cheek already sore, and hoping it wouldn't bruise. There'd be some awkward questions... "What do you think I want?" she answered, her question interrupted halfway through with a yelp of pain as her head was abruptly yanked backwards. Her neck felt exposed and she tensed, feeling Layla's lips on her skin. The sensation made her whimper, her scalp burning and her neck aching from the awkward position it was being pulled into. It was perfect...almost.

Her wrist being twisted made her jump, pulling it back towards her and not quite being able to, a burning pain shooting up and down. Tylar caught the other girls look, glaring back, if only because it might piss her off, which was always good. Led to more pain, usually. At the last slap, she closed her eyes for a second, wishing the stinging pain didn't have to fade; that it would carry on for a few more minutes. Just because it was so damn hot. She looked up at Layla, trying to move her features from an expression of bliss to bored, which was quite tricky. "Can you really not do any better than that? No need to hold back... Or are you really that weak?" It was a deliberate attempt to piss Layla off; anything to make the girl keep hitting her. Or something more... Her eyes narrowed, her free hand sliding up under the back of Layla's top, resting on her back. For a second, she stroked the warm skin, before raking her nails down, digging into the flesh just to the left of her spine. "That's how to hurt someone," she sneered. "Make it...unexpected. It makes the experience so much more worthwhile. Of course, you're pretty new to this, aren't you?" Silently, she was praying that she'd hit on something that would piss Layla off.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla smiled at the whimpering noise Tylar made. That was the kind of thing that made a girl happy. Forget flowers, chocolate, pretty jewelery. Give her the feeling of having power over someone, any day. She dropped her head back to Tylar's neck, teeth scraping across the soft skin in a way that wasn't painful, but quite easily could be, if she wanted it to. She shifted, moving them both further onto the bed, releasing Tylar's wrist for a moment to throw her bag and the magazine on the floor, and settled them both down, still kissing the girl's neck.

Pulling her head back, she caught hold of Tylar's wrist again, pulled it over the girl's head and pinned it to the bed. Digging her nails into Tylar's palm, she slowly drew her hand down to the wrist, the nails scoring deep, vivid white marks on her skin that quickly faded to red. She drew her hand to Tylar's elbow, where it stopped, digging in deeper and leaving four crescent-shaped marks in the crook of her arm. Feeling Tylar's hands on her back, she looked down at the girl, gritting her teeth. Ouch, fucking ow. She arched her spine against the pain, simultaneously enjoying and disliking it, eyes closing for a brief second. Then she turned back to Tylar, smiling coldly. "And if I gave you everything you wanted from me right away, that would make it so... boring," she murmured, bring her face close to Tylar, brushing their lips together momentarily.

Releasing Tylar's hair at last, she leaned forwards and kissed the blonde, pressing their lips tightly together, her hand slipping up Tylar's top, her nails digging into her stomach. This day just got better and better. She smirked into the kiss as she ripped her nails down Tylar's stomach, feeling the soft skin under her nails break as she tore down it, her hips moving gently against Tylar's.

Fade To Black

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

Tylar watched Layla with some trepidation, stretching her sore muscles and edging away. She had enough markings -a possible bruise on her face, some scratches on her arms, and a scratch that was slightly bleeding on her stomach, just for starters- and didn't want anything else...obvious. It would just give the game away, and they -the staff- might transfer her to a different dorm, which would be a shame. If they didn't have that other girl in their dorm...well, she'd be a lot more relaxed most of the time. Sex therapy; better than anything else her therapists did. Smiling slightly at the thought, she bent over the side of the bed, grabbing at her top before realizing that she didn't have to. Her dresser was just on the other side of the room, which was good, because the strap of her top had been ripped. How? She stared in confusion for a minute, assuming it had been when Layla had ripped her clothes of. Still, she hadn't felt it snapping... To be fair, she'd been...otherwise distracted.

Her back was to the other girl as she stood, crossing the room unashamedly and rooting around in the top drawer, about to grab some clothes before looking at her alarm clock, on the dresser. Huh. It was 9.30PM; when had they...started? Quite late. Their lights out was 10PM, so she grabbed a nightgown, slipping it over her head and turning to look at the other girl. "Sorry, did you say something? I wasn't watching." She sounded unusually calm; she always was after...well. That.

Casually, she sat on her bed, legs crossed and squinted slightly, concentrating on Layla's face for her answer. It was a pity that it was over; she'd...enjoyed it, to say the least. She bit her lip, considering. Should she piss Layla off, hoping for more of the same? Maybe without even the sex; just the physical violence was enough for her. "Good attempt at hurting me, by the way. Almost enough... You're vegetarian, right? Or do you just have really low muscle tone?" Tylar smirked, stretching her arms behind her and concealing her wince as her entire left arm protested. How had that...ah, yes, when Layla had twisted it. Ouch.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla smirked down at Tylar, lying back against the pillow, fully satisfied. For now; in a little while, she'd just be craving sex once again, but at the moment? Life felt just about perfect. Stretching languidly, she smiled at the ceiling, thoroughly relaxed. Her back stung slightly where Tylar had scratched her, but as she considered the other girl, Tylar was in much worse shape. Worked out well for both of them, then. Rolling over, she checked the time. Half an hour. Well, she didn't have to move for a while. And if security came in early and found her lying naked on Tylar's bed... no big deal. She turned onto her back again, watching Tylar pulling clothes over her head. Damn.

She shook her head, still watching Tylar with a smile when she spoke. She hadn't spoken; she'd been a little distracted by the naked girl walking around. When Tylar spoke again, though, she raised an eyebrow, her smile fading. "Sweetie," she drawled, wriggling further into the warm bedclothes, "If you want me to hurt you, all you have to do is ask. You don't need to piss around trying to annoy me." she smiled seductively at Tylar, stretching out again, this time more for Tylar's benefit than her own. Flashing the blonde a sharp grin, she slid off the bed and made her way over to her own, kicking her clothes with her. She reached the bed, looked down at the clothes lying on it, and threw them on the floor, sliding naked under the covers. Leah might get a bit of a shock in the morning, but as far as Layla was concerned, she could look all she wanted. Or as little as she wanted; it didn't bother Layla much either way. She was hardly ashamed of her body, and a good thing too, considering how much she flaunted it.

She settled into her bed, curling up under the cold covers. Maybe she should've stayed in Tylar's. It was far warmer in there... Unashamedly, she watched Tylar walking around the room, smiling slightly at the marks on her neck, arms and face.

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

Tylar smiled at Layla's words, a rare thing for her. "Who said I wanted you to hurt me? I'm just being honest..." Not often that someone saw through her games, and it annoyed her slightly. She prided herself on being manipulative; knowing how to hurt people. Not so they'd be depressed -she'd leave that to the sadists- but so they'd want to hurt her back. Generally, insulting someone's sexual performance was the way to go...a pity. Well, she'd work out something that pissed Layla off soon; then she'd have some fun. Pain during sex was nice enough, but being attacked by someone that really meant it -that wouldn't stop if she asked them to- was...there was nothing like it. Such a thrill...

Realizing that she wasn't going to get anything out of Layla, that night at least, she took out her hearing aids, putting them carefully on the dresser, and watched the other girl warily. "I'm going to sleep now... Goodnight." She closed her eyes, curling up into her usual position; the sheet completely covering her, tucked under her head as well as the rest of her body. If Layla had wanted to say anything else...well, tough for her. Tylar realized that the light was still on, but couldn't be bothered to get up; one of the others would get it. She was unaware when Leah -blushing and silent- entered the room, twitching slightly when the light was turned off.

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She hadn't slept. It had been an hour or so, and she was still...unsatisfied, painwise. Layla was good at causing pain; usually, after she had slept with Sarah, she could cut away to her hearts content. Not here. Wriggling slightly under the bedclothes, she dug her nails into her thighs, grimacing when she realized that they'd been cut. They hadn't done Layla's, she'd noticed; apparently, they only did it to the self-harmers. She could pull her own hair out, maybe...

Sitting up, she climbed out of bed, navigating the room easily in the dark. Layla had gone to bed naked, she remembered.... Well, that'd be interesting. She straddled the other girl, not relishing the feeling of power as Layla had earlier; instead seeing it as a necessity to get what she wanted. Leaning forward, she kissed her, hard on the lips, waiting until she felt her awaken, tensing, to speak. Warning herself to be careful with voice levels -she didn't want to wake Leah up and traumatize her more- she whispered into the others girls ear, one hand tracing her collar bone as she did so. "Hurt me." The same words as earlier, more desperate than before. She no longer had the desire for sex that lessened her need for pain; it was purely to be hurt that she'd come to Layla.

Hesitating, she bit her lip before adding to her sentence. "I...can't see you. I mean, I can't hear you." With the fingers that had been sliding lower, towards Layla's chest, she suddenly moved them down, pinching at her stomach and twisting the soft skin, knowing what hurt the most from experience at the other end. Again, causing the other girl pain gave her no pleasure, it merely being means to an end. "Really hurt me. Make me beg you to stop." And carry on anyway, she added silently. Her hands were shaking slightly in anticipation, the deprivation of both sight and sound scaring her and making her more desperate to be injured at the same time.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla's eyes snapped open at the feeling on weight on her hips. She'd woken up this way before, several times, so she wasn't too shocked. A little groggily, she reached out in the darkness - apparently, Leah had had the good sense to turn out the light - to feel soft skin against her hands. Tylar. Dropping her head back onto the pillow, grinning into the gloom, she returned Tylar's kiss enthusiastically. At Tylar's words, a shiver ran through her body. This was... perfect. They'd put her in a school with a masochist, a good music teacher, and plenty of sex opportunities. And people didn't like it here? She laughed lightly, one hand tracing up Tylar's leg, the finger trailing along the skin as, with her other hand, she reached up and caught the hand on her chest, holding it still.

With a sudden, savage movement, she dug her nail into Tylar's leg, tearing it down through the soft skin, all the way from her hip to her knee, the other hand squeezing the knuckles until they creaked under the strain. Sitting up, she slammed Tylar back against the wall, glad of the bedclothes that muffled the thud. She didn't want to wake Leah up and traumatise her permanently; she was a sweet kid. Not half as much fun as Tylar, but still. It would be a shame to upset her.

She caught Tylar's head in one hand, yanking it back by the hair, scraping her teeth along the girl's neck, over the thudding pulse and down to the base, biting down on her collarbone, feeling the skin give under her teeth. The other hand, the one resting on Tylar's knee, slid back up her leg, the nails dragging slowly along the soft skin. Boy, but Tylar was going to be bruised in the morning. The hand slid up, under her top, to the point she had scratched earlier on, before they had... digging her nails into the raised areas she had damaged before, she repeated the movement, pulling her clawed hand down, the scabs that had only just formed tearing easily away under her fingernails.

Pulling her head back from Tylar's neck, she looked at the girl in the darkness, thinking. If she was deaf, then surely being in the dark was the equivalent to being deaf and blind? At least Layla had fairly good hearing. Tylar would be completely in the dark, unable to see or hear. Layla pulled her head forwards, almost thoughtfully, and slammed it back against the wall, a crack echoing around the room. Better not do that again, then; might wake Leah.

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

Tylar giggled slightly, teasingly pushing Layla's hands away from their...interesting position on her chest. "Straight into it, then?" The finger stroking her leg made her shiver, knowing that something painful was going to happen and having no way to know how, or when. Her breathing was hitched, her eyes involuntarily closing -not that they were much use in the dark, anyway- and her desire, no, need to be hurt growing every second.

The nail cutting her leg, although half-expected, made her make a small sound; almost a whimper of pain. Tylar covered her own mouth with her free hand, wondering how loud she'd been. "Shit," she whispered. "Did I wake- ow!" Apparently not, as Layla hadn't stopped, squeezing her hand until she was sure that her knuckles were going to break. She pulled her hand away automatically; she needed her hands to work for drumming. And broken bones... The thought made her quiver with excitement; they would last a long-time. She could just hit whatever was broken every time she wanted to hurt... It'd be beautiful.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she hit the wall, her head knocking against it slightly. There was a second where she thought was it, Layla was finished, when the real fun started; her hair was being pulled, her neck bitten, her leg scratched. Her breathing was ridiculously irregular, coming more when she reminded herself to breathe than automatically. The hand, sliding so seductively under her top made Tylar wriggle, knowing what was coming and loving the fact that she couldn't control it. Couldn't get away in time to stop her old scars being ripped open... She moaned without even noticing, the pain mixing so exquisitely with pleasure she couldn't help herself. The more Layla hurt her, she realized, she more she wanted her to go on, which probably wasn't a good thing.

The crack was loud enough that Tylar would have heard it through her left ear, had her hearing aids been in, simply because it was so close to her head; it was her head. The sudden jolt of pain made her dizzy, and she swallowed, head spinning. "Fuck," she hissed, swearing for the second time. "No fair knocking me unconcious... I won't be able to enjoy it, and nor will you, unless you have necrophilia." Dead bodies and unconscious ones were pretty much the same, right? Gently, she extended one hand, resting it on Layla's cheek, moving her head forward as well until the pair were millimeters from kissing. "I can lip-read, you know..." She pressed her lips against the other girls, the tension as she waited for the next wave of pain obvious from her stiff muscles.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla laughed softly at her words. "Careful," she murmured, hoping Tylar could read her lips in this darkness. "You might wake up Leah. Then we'd have to stop, and that would be such a shame..." Her hand shifted higher on Tylar's stomach, inching it's way teasingly up her torso. She smiled, pushing Tylar further back against the wall, wondering what would happen if security decided to walk in and turn the light on right now. She was sat on the bed, pinning Tylar against the wall, her hand up Tylar's top and pulling her head back, her legs wrapped around her. Would she get in more trouble for the damage she'd done the other girl, or the sex?

She could feel Tylar's breath, warm on her cheek, fast and irregular. Under her hand, the girl's heart beat wildly, and Layla smiled, her hand pressing against the girl's ribs hard enough to constrict her breathing. Hard enough to feel them creaking under her palm. She nuzzled into Tylar's neck once more, nibbling on the soft skin that had been bared by her hand in Tylar's hair, pulling her head back. Tylar spoke again, and Layla laughed into her neck, digging her nails into Tylar's chest in reply. Bringing her head back to where she could see it, she opened her mouth to speak, only to find it occupied by kissing Tylar. Well, this was much better than talking, anyway. Pulling Tylar's head back, she angled her own head to give her better access to the girl's mouth, pushing herself up against Tylar almost desperately.

Some small part in the back of her mind wondered where they were going with this. Sharing rooms with someone you'd slept with could be... awkward. On the other hand, if you played it right, it could be paradise. She had the feeling Tylar wasn't the type to go in for a romantic relationship, which suited Layla fine. They could stay fuck-buddies, then.

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

Tylar moved her head forward so her lips were against Layla's as she spoke; unable to see in the dark, she figured that she could always feel the movement. Layla stopped, and Tylar shook her head. "Can you say that again?" she breathed, knowing from her hand on the girls jawline that she'd spoken. As the words were repeated, she frowned, concentrating hard. Whenever she had trouble with her lipreading, she'd copy the persons movement, eventually finding a word that made sense. This was much the same thing; her lips were being guided by Layla's. God, it was hot. She managed to pick up careful, an easy enough word. The rest of the sentence was harder to decipher, but she worked it out from the words she had caught. Laughing slightly, she replied, her voice a little loud for the darkness and lowering it halfway through the sentence. "Sorry... I'll be quiet." Tylar would have come up with something witty (hopefully her concussion hadn't ruined her powers of sarcasm) but was distracted by the hand sliding up her stomach.

The crushing pain in her ribs made her breath leave her chest in a whoosh, and sucking air back in to find that she couldn't get as much as she'd like. A sudden thought struck her and she moved her lips, finding Layla's ear again. "Break my ribs," she pleaded. "Nobody has to know..." There would be a constant reminder, that way; every time she breathed, she'd hurt... And ribs could set themselves, right? Hopefully. The mouth against her neck made her feel dizzy. "You know," she whispered. "There are positives to being deaf...like hypersensitivity to pain..and pleasure." With an unseen smirk, she moved her hands against Layla's back, finding where her nails had previously marked the skin and copying the motion. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but probably enough to hurt somewhat, particularly to someone that didn't enjoy the burning pain. The girls lips met again, kissing, and Tylar was struck by how different it was with Layla to how it had been with Sarah. Different, and not better, but close. Sarah had known how to really hurt her. God, she'd been a sadistic bitch... The thought made her smile. And their parents had never caught on, just assuming that Tylar's injuries were the result of clumsiness. Idiots.

[Layla Whitney]

Layla smiled against Tylar's lips, closing her eyes. "You're more than welcome to make noises," she whispered, pushing Tylar further into the wall. Much more, and she'd be in the next dorm along, which, Layla reckoned, had Jess and her bitchy roommate, and little mute girl. None of them would like their room invaded in the middle of the night by her and Tylar, Layla was pretty certain. It might be funny to see the look on Jess' face, though... no, she was banned from Jess. She was already in enough shit as it was.

Layla kissed her again, and some part of her mind made a decision. She was going to find every part of this girl, find everything that hurt her, everything she liked and exploit it. She smiled into Tylar's mouth, pushing harder on the ribs until she could hear a suspicious creaking noise... and withdrew her hand. She slid it around to Tylar's back, tugging her nails down the skin, and down to her lower back, onto her hip. She pinched the sensitive skin there, pulling it up and twisting as she did so, her other hand releasing Tylar's head and finding it's way to her ribcage, exerting more pressure than her right hand had been putting on the fine bones.

Shifting so she was kneeling up, higher up than Tylar, she bit down on her bottom lip, hard, tasting blood flooding into her mouth. Perfect. She released her hold on the girl's lips, dropping her head to Tylar's neck again, digging her teeth in. Her hand on Tylar's hip shifted, nails raking through the skin she had been pinching a moment ago, creeping back up her leg. For now, at least, Layla was more or less in heaven, with someone she could do whatever she wanted with, anything, here in the darkness... a crack split the air as one of Tylar's ribs gave way under her hand, and she dug her thumb into the spot where it had gone, pushing down hard.

[Tylar Bethany Glade]

Her back was begining to ache from being pushed harder and harder into the wall, and there was a slight worry that they were making noise that was travelling through to the other side, waking people up. Tylar smiled slightly. The classic headboard banging against the wall to annoy their roommates, but slightly different. What? Oh yeah, that was just Layla slamming me against the wall. No headboards!

The pain in her ribs made her whimper quietly, automatically pulling away and finding the wall there, blocking her escape.
Her back was begining to ache from being pushed harder and harder into the wall, and there was a slight worry that they were making noise that was travelling through to the other side, waking people up. Tylar smiled slightly. The classic headboard banging against the wall to annoy their roommates, but slightly different. What? Oh yeah, that was just Layla slamming me against the wall. No headboards!

The pain in her ribs made her whimper quietly, automatically pulling away and finding the wall there, blocking her escape. Silently, she wriggled from side to side, her breathing becomming steadily more restricted. Tylar felt a slight sense of panic coming over her. She'd asked, sure, but it hurt... Layla moved her hand away, and she relaxed, breathing out and ignoring the pain in her hip. It wasn't close to that of a broken bone... God, that girl was good with her mouth. Smirking slightly at the thought, she whined at the pain in her neck, her hands moving up the other girls bare back and stroking her shoulders gently.

Tylar shrieked as she felt her rib suddenly give way, almost fainting as Layla poked the wound. She was vaguely aware that she was talking, something among the lines of stop stop STOP (although slightly more inventive than that) and moved her hands, trying to catch the other girls and pull them away. Just the feeling of her own hand, brushing gently against the skin made her wail quietly, trying to contain her volume levels. "Please stop, I'm serious, please, shit..." There was a lamp on the dresser beside the bed and she extended her hand blindly, grabbing at the switch and blinking at the sudden light, worrying that she'd wake Leah up but desperate to be able to know what the girl was saying. God. Broken ribs = not as fun as she'd thought.