It was almost laughably easy to reach out and drag a stained hand print on a pillar on the way inside--and maybe if he didn't catch it on the way out, her Daddy would find it and know she was still alive. He'd be looking for her, she knew it.
His grip was chaffing her wrist, and she tried ineffectually to tug it away with all the little bit of strength in her body. Instead, he let her go, and Elle fell to the ground with a soft thud, her legs buckling beneath her.
She was angry. She was beyond angry, and she crawled up to sit, to lean against one of the beds, grunting. And then spitefully wiped her bloody hand on a paisley bedspread. And then started to scream as loud as she could.
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Date: 2009-11-07 05:03 pm (UTC)His grip was chaffing her wrist, and she tried ineffectually to tug it away with all the little bit of strength in her body. Instead, he let her go, and Elle fell to the ground with a soft thud, her legs buckling beneath her.
She was angry. She was beyond angry, and she crawled up to sit, to lean against one of the beds, grunting. And then spitefully wiped her bloody hand on a paisley bedspread. And then started to scream as loud as she could.