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Post by Layla Whitney on Sept 28, 2010 16:44:39 GMT
Layla lifted an eyebrow, blinking in the brightness. "Fuck, girl, you're gonna wake up Leah," she hissed, and pushed against the broken rib once again, unable to resist. The sound of the girl screaming in pain was just... she smiled savagely as she applied more pressure, feeling the broken bone buckle under her hands. After a few seconds, though, she backed off, pushing herself away from Tylar and glancing over at Leah's bed. Their roommate seemed peacefully asleep; or at least, as peacefully asleep as Leah ever got. Apparently, the poor girl had some nasty nightmares.
Turning back to Tylar, she tilted her head to one side, one hand still resting on the girl's hip. "What's up, sugar? Can't take it?" she purred, employing Tylar's own tactics in the hope that her roommate would be willing to carry on. Layla had just been getting in her stride, had just got used to the idea that here was someone who would enjoy anything she could dish out... except, apparently, broken ribs. Her hand still rested on the flesh, feeling it under her palm, swollen and soft like a piece of bruised fruit. She brushed her hand across it, raking her nails down the bruise and digging in a knuckle as she smirked at Tylar.
Her hand came to rest on Tylar's stomach, her fingertips just under the wounded area, digging in enough to pull the skin taut across the broken rib. This was apparently beyond the girl's comfort zone; Layla smiled, digging her fingers in harder, creeping back up towards the radius of pain. Outside of the comfort zone was Layla's favourite place when it came to sex. Of course, people tended to stay away from her after that, which was a pain. But she could always find someone new, and besides, Tylar would come back for more. Layla was pretty certain of it. Maybe she wouldn't ask her to break her ribs next time, though. She'd probably learn from this. |
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Post by Tylar Bethany Glade on Sept 28, 2010 23:03:50 GMT
Maybe waking Leah would be a good thing. The poor girl would be traumatized for life at the sight of her roommates doing what they were doing, but she'd make Layla stop... The feeling of pressure on the snapped bone made her scream, weakly pushing the hand on her side away. Tylar's other hand was basically immobile, pain radiating up and down her side whenever she attempted to move it. When Layla finally moved away she pushed herself backwards, hitting the wall and hissing with pain.
The implication that she 'couldn't take it' made her glare, searching for words. Crap...what did you say to that? She could hardly beg Layla to break something else, just to save face... Carefully, she shifted away, noticing her lack of tears. Interesting. Adrenaline rushes stopped you crying, apparently. It took her a few tries to come up with words -something vaguely witty, at least- and reply, embarrassed at her lack of eloquence. "Who said I couldn't take it? I'm just a screamer, apparently... Didn't bother you so much earlier." Silently, she was pleading with Layla just to stop, to get bored, anything but do it again.
She hadn't developed telepathic skills, or if she had, Layla wasn't listening. Quite likely. The nails on her skin made her cringe, pulling away and batting at the offending arm. "Stop!" Tylar could feel fingers sliding back up towards the rib and grabbed the hand, squeezing it. Maybe if she broke Layla's fingers...no. That'd most likely result in more pain for her, something she didn't think she could handle. But God, it was hot. "Please don't touch it again? Please?" It had hurt more than she'd expected; a ridiculous amount. Tylar was shocked at how much of a wimp she was, especially with her diagnosis of masochism. Fail, Dr. Hunt...
Determinedly pushing Layla away, she shifted until her legs were hanging off the bed, inching into a standing position slowly. There was no way she could sleep... "Look, I'm going to go and get...drugs or something, okay?" She didn't turn her head back, didn't look to see if there was any reply, just edged from the room quietly. Leah was an amazingly heavy sleeper...
Leah had been lying awake for a few minutes, listening to the murmured voices of her roommates and debating whether she should ask for a roomchange. They'd want to know why, and it would be...ew. Yeah, my roommates are shagging every night and it's not helping my PTSD about being raped and everything, so can I move please? As she shifted onto her side, an audible crack, followed by a shriek of pain made her tense, freezing in her uncomfortable position. A bone breaking, a scream, pleading to stop... Curling up in a tighter ball, she put her hands over her ears, staying as silent as she could. Maybe she should try and help the girl -whichever one it was- that was in pain... Leah hated herself for not moving, but remained immobile, crying silently.
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Post by Layla Whitney on Sept 30, 2010 16:02:05 GMT
Layla sighed, leaning back and smiling insolently at Tylar. "Doesn't bother me none now, either. You just seemed a little out of your depth," she told Tylar, keeping her voice low. She'd seen movement from Leah's voice, but the poor girl would be even more traumatised if she knew Layla knew she'd been awake and listening. She shrugged with one shoulder, still eying Tylar with a predatory gaze. She was more of a wimp than Layla had expected a masochist to be... even so, she'd never had a rib break, but it seemed... extremely painful.
When Tylar walked out, she sighed, rearranged her duvet. Shame, really. Hopefully, Tylar wouldn't be too put off by that little incident. She had asked, but even so, she might be a little... fragile after this. At least she'd be slightly less keen to have bones broken. Layla switched off the lamp, murmured, "Night, Leah," just in case her roommate was still listening, and lay back, closing her eyes and curling up on her side.
She couldn't sleep. She wondered whether Tylar had told the people in medical how she'd broken her rib, or if she'd managed to make up a convincing lie as to why she'd broken a rib in the middle of the night when she should be safely tucked up in bed... hopefully, or Layla was in deep shit. She was already in enough trouble about Jess, and she didn't need to deal with being questioned about Tylar as well. It would be such a pain if one of them was transferred to another dorm, really. They could have so much fun together, and yet, if Tylar couldn't cope with one injury like that, Layla couldn't see them carrying on. She had the faintest idea that, through the pain, Tylar had found it... enjoyable, though. Layla could tell when someone enjoyed themselves, and Tylar had looked that way. Through the tears, of course. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Oct 2, 2010 21:24:33 GMT
As she heard her name, Leah curled up tighter, pretending that she wasn't there, wasn't listening, was just asleep... It took a few minutes for her to gather the courage to sit upright, unable to see in the dark and hating how vulnerable she felt. She fumbled for her lamp, a sudden rush of fear making her shiver before the light filled up the room, calming her. "Um..." Layla looked like she was asleep, and Leah would hate to disturb her... The memory of Tylar, screaming, strengthened her resolve. "What the hell were you doing to her? She told you to stop..." Her voice was loud in the silent room, and she winced. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea, after all. Maybe she should just lie back down and pretend she'd never spoken...
And of course, it didn't reflect very well on her. Admitting that she'd heard Tylar crying, and what had she done? Closed her eyes and pretended that nothing was going on. "I know I didn't...do anything, but..." There wasn't really an argument for that, she realized. Her sentence hung unfinished, her eyes carefully fixed on the lump under the duvet, Layla. "Just...she asked you to stop." Usually, Leah wouldn't have interfered. Maybe mentioned it to a teacher, if she thought that Tylar was in danger or anything. But the broken ribs, the begging to stop, was all a little close to home for her; it was mainly for selfish reasons that she was speaking up. If she had to listen to that again, Leah knew she would have a full-blown panic attack. And then she might get her own ribs broken... Wincing at the thought, she shifted slightly away from Layla, despite the girls being at opposite ends of the room.
Tylar entered the room quietly, not wanting to wake up her roommates, before seeing that they already were awake. "...Right. What's with all the late-night adventures?" Rolling her eyes, she crossed the room drunkenly and sat on her own bed, watching Layla with some interest. Sure, it had hurt like hell and she'd wanted to die during the process of the rib-breaking. But the pain medication made all of that go away, leaving her with a slight aching that was almost pleasurable. Almost? Completely.
"I said that I fell off the bed, and they gave me medicine. Celebrex. To be taken orally... I took lots." Tylar giggled slightly, lying down on the broken rib and barely registering the stab of pain. Stretching, she watched the two L's -that was funny, both her roommates names started with L, and they both sang- with a smile, watching to see if they'd respond to her slurred words. "Layla, we should do that again. Totally." Almost involuntarily, Tylar's eyes closed, and she carefully pulled the duvet over her head. "Bye bye..." It struck her as slightly amusing, and she giggled again. God, pain medication was fun.
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Post by Layla Whitney on Oct 3, 2010 8:24:13 GMT
Layla blinked and rolled her eyes when the light came back on. Was Tylar back already? But no, it was Leah, looking terrified. Layla lifted her head sleepily, gazing wearily at Leah. She was probably going to get a lecture on why not to break your roommates ribs... yep, there it was. With a sigh, she sat up straighter, slumping against the wall, and glared at Leah. "Honey, if you'd been listening for a little bit longer, you would have heard her begging me to do it. Trust me," she told the girl blankly, "She wanted me to. You can ask her yourself, if you can get up the courage to do that."
She rolled her eyes. Fucking cowards. Her voice turned icy as she said, "No, you didn't do anything. Would you, if I'd carried on? Or would you be too scared to help?" She turned as Tylar entered, raising an eyebrow at her. Apparently, they'd given her copious amounts of alcohol to stop the pain. Interesting... maybe she should try that. But, no. They were painkillers, no fun at all. She gave Tylar a slight smile, still with her eyebrows raised, and turned back to Leah. "Satisfied? She's about as happy as it gets. A little... high, but she's fine. Unless you have a problem with being high?" Her voice was cold, slightly condescending as she spoke to Leah. She'd better not have a problem with people being high. It was unlikely; Layla had seen that kid she hung around with when he was high, and Tylar was fairly normal compared to that. If she objected, she was possibly the biggest hypocrite Layla had ever met. She decided against pointing this out, though. Hopefully, Leah would have the intelligence to work it out herself, and get her nose out of Layla's business. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Oct 3, 2010 9:37:58 GMT
Leah bit her lip. She'd heard that bit. She'd heard most of it, and it wasn't nice to listen to. But just because someone begged you to do something -breaking ribs, for example- it didn't mean that you should do it. Tylar had...problems. Well, most of them had problems -patients of psychiatric hospitals tended to be a little fucked up- but Tylar was very, very special. Who liked having their bones broken? ...Not Tylar, to be fair. Not many people did, Leah guessed. "She was asking you to stop, and you didn't. I know she asked you to do it in the first place, but...it was just...cruel."
She winced. Cruel? That sounded...stupid, to say the least. Layla's words made her look away, down at her duvet and then around the room, avoiding eye contact. "I would have done something," she answered, knowing that Tylar -who seemed drugged- couldn't hear her. Leah knew that her voice sounded unconvincing, and bit her lip. Would she have helped? Honestly...probably not. "If I wasn't too busy having PTSD flashbacks and panic attacks, I would have done something," she answered, her voice cold. "She's happy because she's on Valium or something! Or do you think she liked it when she was crying and begging you to stop?"
Rolling her eyes, Leah shook her head. "No. I have a problem with people being fucking tortured, though. I guess you're okay with that, though?" Obviously, Layla didn't mind. Sadistic? Almost certainly, making Leah tempted to ask for a room change. What if Layla started being all sadistic towards her? Under the covers, she lightly touched her left side -the same place Tylar had been injured- and felt the three lumps, lasting reminders of Mark. "Broken ribs hurt, you stupid bitch. People touching them, after they've been broken, is ridiculously painful. I'd know." Her voice was strangely icy, and Leah was slightly scared by her own words. Still... Layla deserved it.
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Post by Layla Whitney on Oct 5, 2010 17:34:49 GMT
Layla stared at Leah for a moment, surprised at her roommate's outburst. Then her face cracked into a grin, and she shook her head, a sneer growing on her lips. "Honey, I don't care. Stay up and listen if you want to, but don't you dare try telling me what not to do, 'kay?" Her voice dropped in temperature to match Leah's, frosty. She was beginning to get irritated with her roommate. All she ever did was keep them awake with her fucking crying, and now she was trying to impose judgments on what they did? Stupid bitch had better learn, fast, that Layla didn't like being told what to do.
Rolling her eyes, she resisted the urge to get out of bed, walk over there and slap Leah's stupid face. "Then she can sort it out herself once she gets better. Leave it up to her, and keep your fucking nose out of it. And FYI, yes, I do think she was enjoying it when she was crying and begging me to stop. It's one of the side effects of masochism. I suggest you look it up. Now shut up and let me get some sleep," she snapped, lying back down and rolling over. But when Leah spoke again, she closed her eyes, clenching her jaw. Stupid bitch was far too close to... certain words for her liking. "Don't call me that. I said shut the fuck up, or I'll come over there and shut you up, do you hear me?" Sitting up, she glared at Leah, leaned over and switched off the lamp again, plunging them into darkness once again. With that, she screwed her eyes tightly shut, curled up into a ball, and hoped that the whole world would leave her alone, just this one time. |
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Post by Leah Wright on Oct 6, 2010 12:06:11 GMT
Leah shrank back into her bed as Layla spoke, her previous bravado vanishing against the other girls annoyance. "I..." She broke off, the memory of Tylar's broken ribs flashing before her eyes. What if Layla tried to do that to her? If she attacked? Wincing, Leah hugged her knees around the quilt,leaning against her pillow and watching Layla with wide eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, the sound barely sound enough to cross the small room. "I won't...do it again."
Nodding at Layla's words, she blinked furiously, trying to think of something to say aside from whispered compliance. "I will," she answered, slightly louder. "But...I don't think she liked it..." Her argument was overcome by the mention of masochism, the thought of which made Leah tense. A girl who liked pain? What a freak. And the girl who liked causing pain was even worse; the idea that she was sharing a room with a sadist made her tremble. Well, there was no way she was getting to sleep after finding that out... "Are you, um...sadistic?" she asked, fairly sure of the answer but wanting to make sure. "I don't like sadists," she muttered, just to confirm that Layla knew. "Liking people being in pain is horrible, you freak." Her indignant anger was coming back, and Leah sat up again, glaring.
"You'll make me shut up? Whatever," she hissed, before realizing that she didn't have to whisper; it wasn't as if she'd wake Tylar up. The volume of her voice increased as she spoke again. "I don't want to hear you and her having sex, it's gross. So just...stop it!" Leah bit her lip when she was done speaking, fiddling with a strand of hair nervously. "Um... Sorry." Swallowing, she eyed Layla, hoping she wasn't about to get attacked by an angry, naked, sadistic girl.
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Post by Layla Whitney on Oct 7, 2010 16:24:55 GMT
Layla rolled her eyes in the darkness. The pathetic agreement was... well, good, exactly what she wanted, but it would be nice to know she wasn't rooming with a complete coward, even so. She shut her eyes again, curling up tighter underneath her duvet and attempting to switch off her brain. It didn't work very well; she could hear Tylar, breathing loudly, and she could almost hear Leah trying to think of something else to say. God, this room was a pain in the arse. A deaf, paranoid psychopath and an idiotic coward who, in Layla's opinion, didn't have any reason to be here in the first place. Although, there was a bright side.. Layla's lips curved as she thought about Tylar. Deaf and paranoid, maybe, but a lot of fun all the same.
Just as she felt herself beginning to relax, she heard Leah speak again. Her whole body went taut, hands curling into fists under the covers. Rolling over, she switched on the lamp, glaring over at Leah, eyes narrowed. "Looks like I will have to shut you up after all, you stupid whore," she growled, pushing off the covers as she spoke. Leaning over the side of her bed, she grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. It was long enough to cover her thighs, so she stood up and walked towards Leah, glaring at the other girl all the time. When she reached her, she stood over her roommate, arms folded, glaring down at her. "I'm giving you one chance to take that back before I rip your tongue out, got that?" she snarled, eyes never leaving Leah's face. She was so going to regret that, good intentions or not. Layla didn't care. She just wanted an apology. Freak. She hated that word... |
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Post by Leah Wright on Oct 16, 2010 0:44:37 GMT
Leah blinked in the brightness, immediately regretting her choice of words. Why was Layla there? She tried to remember, but all she could picture was Layla and Tylar doing...stuff, when she'd walked in the room earlier, and hearing them doing more stuff when she was trying to sleep. Layla was almost definitely sadistic; that, or Tylar had really, really pissed her off, somehow. Well, that wasn't good. Despite the nerves in her stomach, she made steady eye-contact with the other girl for a few seconds. Leah was proud of herself for not screaming and hiding under the blanket.
'Stupid whore.' Where had she heard that before? Oh yes, just before...bad things happened. Leah flinched, biting her lip hard in an attempt to stop herself crying. "I'm not a whore," she whispered, not bothering to contradict the first insult, stupid. "Don't call me that, okay?" She looked away as Layla stood, naked, and hurriedly dressed, not wanting to see another naked girl. Louise was the only girl she'd liked in that way, and Layla definitely didn't match her criteria. Besides, she had Rio.
The thought of Rio made her relax for a second, before noticing that Layla was heading towards her. Oh...crap. "I'm sorry!" Was that taking it back? Or did you have to say 'I take it back'? No, that sounded...stupid. "I didn't mean it, okay? I... Just go away. I'm tired." Leah stayed sitting upright, not showing any signs that she was going to bed. Her eyes darted between her lap and Layla, shivering at the evil glare she was getting. Well, that was where being defiant and bitchy got you.
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