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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors/Snippet Sunday! And Happy Autumn, this until the new year, is my favorite time of the year!
Last week, we left off where Armani was flying Karlea to a new location. Today, we find out where that might be.
Armani sat in a black velvet chair watching as Karlea started to come back to life; he watched as she began to stir, her feet finding the floor and supporting her weight. Weak, she opened her eyes to find her wrists bound in rope above her head as she hung from a hook. She looked around and found herself in a room in a lavish loft apartment; she felt warm and she could feel her heart beating in her chest. She looked at Armani, she really had no idea what he was planning for her.
"Where am I?" Her voice quiet, weak, and tired.
"My penthouse."
"But where?"
What does Armani have in store for her now, she's bound and hanging from a hook?! Thanks for reading and please comment, I love reading your comments!
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Welcome to another Weekend Writing Warriors/Snippet Sunday!
This week we continue on where we left off last week...
Armani lifted her up. "You need to rest now, Karlea."
Armani bit the other side of her neck as gently as he could and drank from her until she was unconscious again. He held her in his arms as she slept, making sure the thick blanket stayed tightly around her. He was constantly listening to her heartbeat, making sure her heart didn't become weak. He wasn't ready to turn her yet.
When they arrived at the airport, just outside of Manhattan, Armani carried her effortlessly to the small private aircraft. He never once let go of her for the entire flight.
Where is he taking her now? Find next week!
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I can't believe its the middle of the month already! Next sunday starts my favorite time of the year, all the way through to the new year. 2014 is really only 4 months away??? Where did the last 9 months go, I feel like it was a complete blur.
Last week, we left off where Armani was feeding her more blood than she needed, Karlea not being able to stomach any more. She asked where he was taking her and also realized that his blood was becoming addicting, afraid that their forced intimacy would also become addicting.
Karlea wanted more of his blood, she loved the power and strength it gave her earlier, when she was fighting Armani, maybe she could still fight him now when he didn't expect it, but her human body wouldn't accept anymore of his blood. A combination of human fatigue, blood loss, and vampire blood withdrawal set in, making her feel horrible. For a moment, her head lying in his lap provided some comfort to the horribleness... until she realized that he was becoming a comfort. This scared her more than anything about their situation, the intimacy of bloodsharing was taking its hold, and she was starting to feel something for Armani. It wouldn't be long before she started having erotic dreams about him from drinking his blood, she was surprised she wasn't already from the amounts she had already drank, having them before about Jake and Vaughn when they each shared their blood with her.
"Away from Manhattan." Armani replied. *
He was taking her away from the city to turn her and train her; Jake often talked about it, how it would happen when he decided to turn her.
*in last week's snippet, Karlea asked him where he was taking her, this is his answer.
That was a long snippet! Thanks for reading! And please comment, I love reading comments!
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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors/Snippet Sunday!
And I did post two weeks ago! It was a very late, mid-afternoon post, but my name was still on the WeWriWa list, so I figured I would post. If you missed it, you can read it here. You're probably going to want to before reading this snippet.
For this week, we will continue where we left off, where Armani was forcing Karlea to drink more blood than she needed...(snippet is edited to fit)
When the wound healed, he re-opened it.
"No more." Karlea begged, but Armani shoved the wound back into her mouth, making her drink even more. Karlea started to choke on it, so Armani let go of her. She coughed and threw up blood onto the car floor, her head falling back into Armani.
"Where are you taking me?" She weakly asked, the taste of Armani's blood lingering in her mouth, burning on her tongue; the power of his blood becoming addicting as could the forced intimacy of the blood sharing.
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