Chap. 3: He's Got A Thing For Blonde's

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    A distant sound wakes Elle, jolting her awake. Her dreams had been filled with darkness and terror. Something tickles her soft cheek, the blonde's hand automatically touching her face to feel her damp skin. Elle had been crying.

        Wiping her tear stained cheeks, Elle looks out into the darkened room. She can see a chair, a table, and a dresser.  The blonde peers over her shoulder to see a figure laying there on their stomach, hanging halfway off the bed. Brody.

             It hadn't been a dream. Elle covers her face with her hands. I really am being kept by a bunch of ruthless animals!

              The sound of a low whine causes Elle to look around the darkened room in alert. It starts out low and begins to grow louder. The blonde trembles at the unknown of what could be hiding in the room. From the events the night before, Elle remembers that there's a lamp on her side of the bed. As the sound grows louder, Elle quickly decides that she needs to see the dangers that lurk inside the darkened room. She reaches over and feels for the lamp. The cool metal of the lamp shocks the blonde, but she quickly feels up the lamp until she finds the switch.

               The light nearly blinds Elle but her vision quickly comes back. She quickly looks around to see nothing in sight. Suddenly, a strong hands yanks Elle down onto the bed. They wrap themselves around her neck, choking her mercilessly. Her brown eyes wide and filled with terror, the blonde stares up at a nightmare induced Brody. The dreamy mystery in his eyes are now replaced with rage and determination as he grits his crooked teeth. Elle claws at his wrist, gasping for air as she begins to see spots. She begins to feel light headed, her body beginning to violently shake.

                  Brody's grasp loosens, the blonde automatically begins to gasp for air.  The muscular man's body gently falls on top of Elle. His left arm digs underneath the blonde's body to pull her closer to him while his other hand holds her propped bare leg. Brody's head rest on her large bosoms as small pillows, his back jerking as he begins to softly cry. Through her terror, Elle's hands automatically hold his head to her bosoms. Her chest rises and falls as her heart continues to race. Brody feels this through the t-shirt Elle has borrowed for the night.

        "I'm...I'm...I'm sorry." Brody cries softly in her chest, "I'm...sorry."

          Her mind processing through the events that happened moments before, Elle's fingers brush through Brody's hair. It's soft but greasy. The feel of his hot, hitched breath through the t-shirt and her bra makes her shiver. Brody slowly begins to calm down. His thumb rubs over the soft skin on her thigh, his hands shaking.

                   "I'm sorry." Brody repeats, "I'm so sorry."

                   "A nightmare?" Elle's voice is barely over a whisper, her eyes staring up at the abyss.

                   "I'm so sorry." Brody continues a mantra of apologies as he calms down from his spell.

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             An hour later, Brody had full recovered back to himself. He quickly dressed and gave Elle space to get ready. Neither could look each other in the eyes after the incident. Elle bawled her eyes when he left, praying to die quickly wherever she is being held captive. Brody collected Elle twenty minutes later and took her to the kitchen, where others had already gathered to eat an early breakfast.

              When the they reach the kitchen, Elle can see a large group of men and a redheaded girl sitting on a man's lap. They all turn to them, their eyes on the blonde. Brody grunts annoyed and takes Elle's half eaten bowl of chili to the sink. The blonde stands frozen in the doorway, looking through the crowd of men who all stare at her with mixed expressions.

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