20th November
Now playing: Kerry Ellis - Behind These Walls.
Best. Song. Ever.
Today hasn't been as productive as I'd like, but was better than I'd hoped. XD
Excerpt:
When his grasp on me slackened I yanked away from him, flinging myself towards the door. In my frantic haze I didn’t realise that the door was locked until Fitz had hold of me again; and still I fumbled at the lock, clawing at the wood, unable to understand why the door wouldn’t open.
“Clever of me, wasn’t it?” he hissed in between heavy breaths. “See, I thought you might put up a fight. You’re that kind of person-”
“Screw you,” I spat, spinning and bringing my knee forcefully into his groin. He staggered backwards, unstable on his hind legs, and then crouched onto all fours. This was his first animal display since our arrival, and despite the situation it still shocked me to remember how animal he actually was. Making a run towards the window, I hurled myself over the top of his desk, scattering papers everywhere and almost impaling myself on the end of a fountain pen. Fitz followed, barking and snapping like a feral dog- which, I suppose, was what he was.
“I guess we’re doing this the hard way, then,” he snarled, leaping onto the desk in a fit of rage. From here there was nowhere to go. The window was barred, the shutters flapping wildly in an attempt to remind me of what I was missing. I tried to scream again, but before the sound escaped my lips Fitz had leapt into the air again, and seconds later he landed on me with full force. This time I wasn’t quick enough to dodge him, and we collapsed on the floor together, his full weight pinning me to the carpet.
“Get off me!” I yelled, trying to beat out against him. I let my arms swing wildly, but he met ever blow with one of his own. With surprising dexterity he flipped me onto my back, pinned down my arms and then repeatedly headbutted me in the stomach, winding me so badly I could feel the bile rising in my throat. I let out another few feeble outcries, but these went unheard, ignored.
“You’ll consider my proposition,” Fitz uttered through gritted teeth, pressing onto my arms so tightly his claws engraved patterns in my skin. I wriggled beneath him, but it was no use. He was surprisingly strong, and had easily come to terms with his animal disadvantages.
Words written today: 3,705
Word count: 80,028
Best. Song. Ever.
Today hasn't been as productive as I'd like, but was better than I'd hoped. XD
Excerpt:
When his grasp on me slackened I yanked away from him, flinging myself towards the door. In my frantic haze I didn’t realise that the door was locked until Fitz had hold of me again; and still I fumbled at the lock, clawing at the wood, unable to understand why the door wouldn’t open.
“Clever of me, wasn’t it?” he hissed in between heavy breaths. “See, I thought you might put up a fight. You’re that kind of person-”
“Screw you,” I spat, spinning and bringing my knee forcefully into his groin. He staggered backwards, unstable on his hind legs, and then crouched onto all fours. This was his first animal display since our arrival, and despite the situation it still shocked me to remember how animal he actually was. Making a run towards the window, I hurled myself over the top of his desk, scattering papers everywhere and almost impaling myself on the end of a fountain pen. Fitz followed, barking and snapping like a feral dog- which, I suppose, was what he was.
“I guess we’re doing this the hard way, then,” he snarled, leaping onto the desk in a fit of rage. From here there was nowhere to go. The window was barred, the shutters flapping wildly in an attempt to remind me of what I was missing. I tried to scream again, but before the sound escaped my lips Fitz had leapt into the air again, and seconds later he landed on me with full force. This time I wasn’t quick enough to dodge him, and we collapsed on the floor together, his full weight pinning me to the carpet.
“Get off me!” I yelled, trying to beat out against him. I let my arms swing wildly, but he met ever blow with one of his own. With surprising dexterity he flipped me onto my back, pinned down my arms and then repeatedly headbutted me in the stomach, winding me so badly I could feel the bile rising in my throat. I let out another few feeble outcries, but these went unheard, ignored.
“You’ll consider my proposition,” Fitz uttered through gritted teeth, pressing onto my arms so tightly his claws engraved patterns in my skin. I wriggled beneath him, but it was no use. He was surprisingly strong, and had easily come to terms with his animal disadvantages.
Words written today: 3,705
Word count: 80,028
posted by Kitty Taylor at 11:33 pm
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