A day, like any other.

Sarah felt a ripping deep inside. Why couldn't she wake up?! She wanted to scream at the pain... the pounding and tearing in her body. Still no sounds would come out.

She was no longer trapped in blackness, she could see shapes around her. Was that Chuck? Why was he on top of her? Why did she hurt so much?

As Chuck collapsed onto her, spilling himself deep inside her, she came to conciousness. She still had no idea what had happened, why she couldn't move, but she knew that her life would never be the same.

Chuck is sprawled on top of her, and wetness is seeping between her thighs. The knowledge of what has happened... that Chuck had raped her, sinks slowly through Sarah's mind.

Someone else walks into the room, one of the guys from downstairs. He looks scared. He looks over at her, seeing that she's awake. The look on his face changes from fear to something darker. Finally, her voice works and she screams.
 
Elizabeth

Elizabeth jumped a bit at the unexpected contact. Was he actually *playing footsie* with her? A small part of her mind kept chanting "I hope his sock is clean, I hope his sock is clean," but she pushed that part away and enjoyed the game.

When they finished dinner, Elizabeth was reluctant to stand up to clear the plates. She was *comfortable*, which was a feeling she hadn't experienced in quite a while. Nevertheless, she started clearing the plates from the table. She grabbed the forgotten vanilla as she went, placing it on the kitchen counter for later. She yelled into the dining room, "Do you want dessert now, or with the movie?"
 
Dan

Daniel gives a second thought when he sees Chuck's bare ass rising and falling on the bed, but it's too major to wait.

"Dude, Chuck, Sarah's... she's... we gotta get her to a hospital. Jack screwed up the weed; he put coke and God-knows-what-else in it. He does that sometimes but Sarah's trippin, Man. Maybe allergic." His words came out in a rush almost as fast as Sarah's pulse was by this time.

"We've gotta at least get her dressed, then call an ambulance or something."
 
Gill:

Walking in behind Eli, Gill wasn't trying to be quiet per se, but she seemed to not notice he was so close as she yelled. He slowly slipped his arms about her waist and drew her back against himself, seeking the back of her neck with his lips once more. "I think I would like desert right now Eli..." He whispered hotly against her skin as he reached out and took the bottle of vanilla from her hand. He grinned as he unscrewed the cap and dabbed a little more of the sweet fluid on the nape of her neck. "Eli Vanelly sounds good to me..." He nearly growled, trying to sound seductive even though he had just come up with a rather silly name for her.
 
Elizabeth

Elizabeth squealed a bit in surprise when Gill put his arms around her. And then she giggled at his low, warm voice in her ear. The feeling of his fingers on the back of her neck made her moan just slightly. And then she laughed out loud at the name he called her. She laughed quite hard, actually. Hard enough, that she almost, but not quite, snorted. Not particularly liking that indelicate little personality trait, she quickly stifled her laugh, turned around, and lightly punched Gill in the shoulder. "Brat. You're just silly, tonight."

She put her arms around his shoulders, and snuggled in, tucking her head under his chin. "But I love you."
 
Gill:

Smiling a dirty grin, Gill held Eli tightly as his hands wandered along her back, toward her rump. He caught sight of the microwave clock for a moment, and a twinge of guilt washed over him, how could he be doing this? Trying to have the last little bit of pleasure with Eli when he knew in less than an hour, things would be changed... Forever... He clung onto Eli then, fighting the thoughts that plagued his mind, forcing himself to caress his hand against her rear, pulling her against him as he did, just wanting to feel the security of her in his arms.
 
Elizabeth

Elizabeth held herself tightly against her husband, feeling his strength and warmth. She almost absentmindedly pushed her hip in against him, feeling his arousal. She giggled to herself, and Gill gave her a curious look. Blushing slightly, she said, "When I was a teenager, my girlfriends called that particular maneuver 'shaking the package.' You know, like when you shake the packages under the Christmas tree, to try and see what's in them, before they're unwrapped." Even through her embarrassment, she was flattered that, after all of these years of marriage, just holding her would cause that level of arousal in him.

The feeling of his hands on her backside was...nice. Still, duty waged a war with desire. She had obligations, and the sooner she got started on the cookies, the sooner they'd be done, and the sooner she could snuggle up next to her husband. When she started to push away, though, Gill just held her tighter, like he was afraid to let her leave.
 
Chuck:

Laying atop Sarah, exhausted, I hear Daniel come running into the room. He starts yelling about the weed and I hope that Sarah cannot hear him. "Dude, chill, she's fine, didn't you hear her yelling my name?"
 
Chuck:

Laying atop Sarah, exhausted, I hear Daniel come running into the room. He starts yelling about the weed and I hope that Sarah cannot hear him. "Dude, chill, she's fine, didn't you hear her yelling my name?"
 
Gill:

"No, Eli... Please... Just let me hold you..." Gill whispers as he runs a hand along her back. "I havn't held you for so long... I just..." He stalls, looking into her eyes, the look in his hard to read. "I just don't want to let you go..."
 
Elizabeth

"Gill, hon, is something wrong?" She reached up and touched his face, her palm cupping his cheek. "I know that recently, we've been arguing a lot more than we should, but I think tonight is a good start for changing all of that, don't you? I mean, tomorrow is a new day, right?"
 
Sarah is having a hard time sorting out the conversation. Her mind is still fuzzy and slow. "Weed... hospital... she's fine"

She mutters "I'm not fine... raped me...". But no one seems to hear her.

She watches, helpless as Dan walks around the bed to look at her. She briefly hopes he'll help her, but when she sees the look in his eyes, she knows that help is the last thing he's thinking of.
 
Chuck:

I get off of Sarah and motion at her, "Dan, why don't you have a go. She likes being treated like a whore."
 
Dan's delimma

She was cuffed to the bed for chrissakes, naked, making these sexy murmurs Dan couldn't quite make out. She had perky little breasts that just begged to be touched. His hand twitched in their direction.

He considered taking a turn, he really did. It was all so caveman.

He touched her arm and felt the cool damp of her flesh. It was so much like death that he jolted out of the fantasy he almost acted on.

"Feel her, just feel her skin man, that aint right. Look I've seen this. My cousin OD-ed right in front of me and it was just like this. We've got to move fast." It seems to Dan like this day will never end.

Dan searches for the cuff keys. He tries not to look at the naked, bound form on the bed.
 
Gill:

Gill's heart sank at the mention of the next day he just couldn't form words... Instead he laid his head on Eli's shoulder and tried not to start crying.
 
Sarah closed her eyes. She had no idea what the guys were talking about... her brain was still fuzzy and the grayness was seeping around the edges of everything again. She thought maybe she needed to throw up, but she couldn't make her body listen to her.
 
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