Post by ivory on Apr 2, 2007 12:11:57 GMT -5
London, England- 7:45 AM
A dark lit room. The only light that peeks through comes from the blinds of the window above her bed, the sun beaming down on her naked body. No covers. She lays in the fetal position with her back turned as the door suddenly opens.
IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP, Angel.
Just...five more minutes please...
THERE'S NO REST FOR THE WEARY, Angel. IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BEGIN YOUR TASK.
But...why me? You could easily send someone else to do this. Why not Rook?
Rook IS...CURRENTLY BEING BRIEFED ON A SEPERATE TASK RIGHT NOW. YOU SHOULD BE MORE THAN CAPABLE OF HANDLING THIS ONE ON YOUR OWN.
She finally stirs, stretching her voluptuous form out before she sits at the edge of the bed, looking across the room to this dark figure figure. His outline is all that can be seen against the bright light behind him. She couldn't see his face, but she knew who he was.
WE HAVE WASTED ENOUGH TIME, Angel. YOU WILL GO TO NEW YORK IMMEDIATELY AND MAKE YOURSELF A MEMBER OF THIS ORGANIZATION.
He simply sticks out a sheet of paper. She gets up and walks over to him to take it and looks a bit dumbfounded.
A wrestling company? You can't be serious.
YOU JOB IS NOT TO ASK QUESTIONS, Angel. YOUR JOB IS TO DO WHAT IS ASKED OF YOU. THIS IS YOUR TASK. YOU WILL CARRY IT OUT POST HASTE, UNDERSTOOD?
Affirmative, sir.
The figure then proceeds to take her into his arm, disgustingly running his tongue across a side of her face. She closes her eyes, she had no choice but to deal with it. Defiance meant death.
YOU ALWAYS WILL BE MY FAVORITE, Angel. NOW...DO PREPARE YOURSELF QUICKLY. THERE IS A PLANE WAITING FOR YOU. YOU WILL BE CONTACTED ONCE YOU TOUCH DOWN IN NEW YORK.
Affirmative, sir...
He releases her and abruptly slams the door behind him. There she stood in the darkness, a beacon of light...trapped. Her arms fold in front of her, she felt dirty. She was dirty...but what could she do?
<TBC>
A dark lit room. The only light that peeks through comes from the blinds of the window above her bed, the sun beaming down on her naked body. No covers. She lays in the fetal position with her back turned as the door suddenly opens.
IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP, Angel.
Just...five more minutes please...
THERE'S NO REST FOR THE WEARY, Angel. IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BEGIN YOUR TASK.
But...why me? You could easily send someone else to do this. Why not Rook?
Rook IS...CURRENTLY BEING BRIEFED ON A SEPERATE TASK RIGHT NOW. YOU SHOULD BE MORE THAN CAPABLE OF HANDLING THIS ONE ON YOUR OWN.
She finally stirs, stretching her voluptuous form out before she sits at the edge of the bed, looking across the room to this dark figure figure. His outline is all that can be seen against the bright light behind him. She couldn't see his face, but she knew who he was.
WE HAVE WASTED ENOUGH TIME, Angel. YOU WILL GO TO NEW YORK IMMEDIATELY AND MAKE YOURSELF A MEMBER OF THIS ORGANIZATION.
He simply sticks out a sheet of paper. She gets up and walks over to him to take it and looks a bit dumbfounded.
A wrestling company? You can't be serious.
YOU JOB IS NOT TO ASK QUESTIONS, Angel. YOUR JOB IS TO DO WHAT IS ASKED OF YOU. THIS IS YOUR TASK. YOU WILL CARRY IT OUT POST HASTE, UNDERSTOOD?
Affirmative, sir.
The figure then proceeds to take her into his arm, disgustingly running his tongue across a side of her face. She closes her eyes, she had no choice but to deal with it. Defiance meant death.
YOU ALWAYS WILL BE MY FAVORITE, Angel. NOW...DO PREPARE YOURSELF QUICKLY. THERE IS A PLANE WAITING FOR YOU. YOU WILL BE CONTACTED ONCE YOU TOUCH DOWN IN NEW YORK.
Affirmative, sir...
He releases her and abruptly slams the door behind him. There she stood in the darkness, a beacon of light...trapped. Her arms fold in front of her, she felt dirty. She was dirty...but what could she do?
<TBC>