"Stop! Stop!"
The piercing force wasn't stopping, she tried to grasp for anything, the sheets wouldn't help, he was too powerful to push off and he just kept repeating the same motion.
"Please, stop... ... please." She was begging, pleading, to make it end.
It made her sick, knowing how this was going to end. Nobody was coming and nothing was there to save her from him. No hero to destroy the villain and save the day. Inside she was begging for that hero, but for her the villain won. He was pulling her hair, breathing down her neck. She felt gross, worse then after throwing up. Her eyes held nothing, but fear and complete defeat.
"GET OFF!"
She was throwing her body every which way to get away. To get out from under him. He didn't say anything just pinned her to the uncomfortable mattress and touched every inch of her.
Blair Waldorf was being raped.
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Blair Waldorf's cloths were tattered and ripped. She slowly made her way to the elevator in the lobby after leaving the taxi she had taken home. She needed home, she needed comfort. She need the events that took place only over an ora fa to disappear, she couldn't remember exactly how she made it this far home, but she clearly remembered the man lingering over her, that just wouldn't stop. Her stomach was lurching inside; she needed some kind of release.
As she waited for the elevator light to hit L (lobby), she held onto the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. When the light lit up "L" she sucked in a gasp of air and entered the elevator. The small, closing, no escaping box.
Before she knew it she was falling towards the hard steel floor of the box, she couldn't hold together any longer, she collapsed. As the elevator went up higher and higher she could hear the clicking of each passing floor. Each click was like a ticking bomb, any minuto now the click would make her explode, everything would fall apart, just like she did. The walls would close in, the elevator would drop, and her cuore would stop.
None of that happened just a "ding" and the opening of doors.
TBC...
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The piercing force wasn't stopping, she tried to grasp for anything, the sheets wouldn't help, he was too powerful to push off and he just kept repeating the same motion.
"Please, stop... ... please." She was begging, pleading, to make it end.
It made her sick, knowing how this was going to end. Nobody was coming and nothing was there to save her from him. No hero to destroy the villain and save the day. Inside she was begging for that hero, but for her the villain won. He was pulling her hair, breathing down her neck. She felt gross, worse then after throwing up. Her eyes held nothing, but fear and complete defeat.
"GET OFF!"
She was throwing her body every which way to get away. To get out from under him. He didn't say anything just pinned her to the uncomfortable mattress and touched every inch of her.
Blair Waldorf was being raped.
----
Blair Waldorf's cloths were tattered and ripped. She slowly made her way to the elevator in the lobby after leaving the taxi she had taken home. She needed home, she needed comfort. She need the events that took place only over an ora fa to disappear, she couldn't remember exactly how she made it this far home, but she clearly remembered the man lingering over her, that just wouldn't stop. Her stomach was lurching inside; she needed some kind of release.
As she waited for the elevator light to hit L (lobby), she held onto the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. When the light lit up "L" she sucked in a gasp of air and entered the elevator. The small, closing, no escaping box.
Before she knew it she was falling towards the hard steel floor of the box, she couldn't hold together any longer, she collapsed. As the elevator went up higher and higher she could hear the clicking of each passing floor. Each click was like a ticking bomb, any minuto now the click would make her explode, everything would fall apart, just like she did. The walls would close in, the elevator would drop, and her cuore would stop.
None of that happened just a "ding" and the opening of doors.
TBC...
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The mailing address is:
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Now aside from old school letter sending we'll be doing email and other forms of communication/promotion. So get ready for that too. If te can't send in printed headband photos, then te can certainly do it online.
Don't forget to keep promoting The Headband Project!
We imagine she'll be debuting some original Gossip Girl Musica on the show, which is pretty cool for Gossip Girl, whether you're a fan of Lady Gaga o not.
The New York Daily News reported the NYC native's guest role today. Are te excited for più stella, star power coming to the Upper ... er, Lower East Side?
