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~.~.~.~. PRIZED JEWEL ~.~.~.~.~.~.
Jennies back is thrown against a hard surface, she winces at the contact. The room she knows she's in smells musty and it's ubserdly cold. Her vision is obscured by what she knows is a piece of cloth tied tightly around her eyes. Her teeth clamps onto the other cloth shoved in between her mouth, it tastes disgusting on her tongue. Suddenly she feels a hand shove her shoulder back against the cold surface behind her. Then there's a a large hand taking hold of her wrists tying them together with a rope.
Jennie huffs and groans in defiance, she shakes her head and it feels as if she gets woozy.
There's talking in the room and she can asume it's multiple people in the room, she listens to the heels clacking on the floor.
"Take the blindfold off." It's a deep feminine voice sultry and smooth. Jennie gulps.
Somebody reaches behind her and unravels the tightly wrapped blindfold from her eyes. The material falls loose and drops onto her shoulders.
It's hard to see and she blinks a flew times to adjust to the bright light above her. Once she's not visually impaired anymore her eyes locks onto the tall slender figure of a woman dressed in all black, she has shiny raven like hair that pours over her shoulder like a steady waterfall. The woman's eyes are covered by dark shades and her hands are in a pair of leather gloves.
"She's actually quite the flower." She speaks.
Jennie grunts and pulls against her restrains in protest.
"Ouu, and feisty. I see why he's found interest in you." The woman gasps sarcastically, she gestures to a man in a far corner Jennie hadn't even noticed. The man nods as if they had just talked with their eyes and the man makes his way over to Jennie stooping down in front of her.
This man seems gruff and rough around the edges, his skin looks no where near clean and his brows are a pair of choppy bushes, a scar rips from the side of his left nostril to the bottom of his lip. He quirks his mouth into a smile to reveal a few silver teeth. He brings his cold gloved hand up to grab Jennie's jaw and she immediately rips away accidentally knocking the back of her head into the surface behind her. The man huffs and snatched her by the throat roughly, then grabs her jaw with the other hand.
Jennie weezes in his hold and kicks her feet out weakly. The man turns her head from left to right taking in her features, before unraveling the rope from her mouth. When it fall Jennie closes her mouth in relief, her lips no longer felt stretched and she's sure the had red marks along her cheeks. "Your a pretty little thing." The man huffs.
Jennie stared him in his eyes as as she gathers her saliva and spits on him. The man stills and looks at her with angry eyes.
