♥ Amara Parmelee ♥
Peak of Fear
Amara sat on the bench, scrolling through her notes and the details of the O.I. transaction.
Toriah passed the tree on his way to his flat when he noticed the woman. Not hard to miss with hardly anyone else on the street. Suddenly he paused...she had a tail...and ears. "No..." he whispered softly. It was too good. Slowly he crept closer to her, hoping not to be detected as he slipped a hand into his back pocket.
Amara was too distracted to notice anyone. The copter was late. She started to wonder if she should merely sleep in the lab tonight; it was already passed three.
Toriah couldn't resist the smile that begged to show on his face. With the woman not noticing him, he managed to move close enough to catch her scent. That glorious vanilla aroma. Easing just enough to lean by her ear, Toriah kissed it as he whispered, "Good morning my lost little fox..." in the sweetest tone possible. Before she got the chance to possibly move, he used his other hand to flick the blade under her chin and keep her seated.
Amara was about to slap away whatever pervert she felt kissing her ear until she heard those words. "I-" She could not find words for how terrified she was just from that voice alone. Amara's entire body quaked in fear. She contemplated running until she felt metal against her throat. She was trapped. He could see her. The hybrid's mouth just stood agape, fat tears fleeing from her watery eyes. This couldn't be happening...not now.
Toriah nuzzled against the trembling cheeks slowly. "Ahh how I missed you, 609. Why did you run from me, eh?" He curled the knife up to force Amara's head to raise. "Do you have any idea how hard you were to find?" He didn't sound angry at all.
Amara shivered furiously, whimpering when her eyes were forced to look upon the very man that had tormented her from since childhood. The gasps got louder, she was still silently weeping at the knife to her neck. All that went through her mind was her family and her child.
Toriah huffed as the grown belly came into view. "You managed to let yourself go this much? For shame," he taunted. The doctor frowned, darting his free hand down to her stomach and forcing her to slant her body to the side for better access. That wasn't fat; it was firm. "What have you done, 609?" The question was gentle sounding. He returned his right hand to her chin so she could sit straight. "Tell me. I'm not mad."
Peak of Fear
Amara sat on the bench, scrolling through her notes and the details of the O.I. transaction.
Toriah passed the tree on his way to his flat when he noticed the woman. Not hard to miss with hardly anyone else on the street. Suddenly he paused...she had a tail...and ears. "No..." he whispered softly. It was too good. Slowly he crept closer to her, hoping not to be detected as he slipped a hand into his back pocket.
Amara was too distracted to notice anyone. The copter was late. She started to wonder if she should merely sleep in the lab tonight; it was already passed three.
Toriah couldn't resist the smile that begged to show on his face. With the woman not noticing him, he managed to move close enough to catch her scent. That glorious vanilla aroma. Easing just enough to lean by her ear, Toriah kissed it as he whispered, "Good morning my lost little fox..." in the sweetest tone possible. Before she got the chance to possibly move, he used his other hand to flick the blade under her chin and keep her seated.
Amara was about to slap away whatever pervert she felt kissing her ear until she heard those words. "I-" She could not find words for how terrified she was just from that voice alone. Amara's entire body quaked in fear. She contemplated running until she felt metal against her throat. She was trapped. He could see her. The hybrid's mouth just stood agape, fat tears fleeing from her watery eyes. This couldn't be happening...not now.
Toriah nuzzled against the trembling cheeks slowly. "Ahh how I missed you, 609. Why did you run from me, eh?" He curled the knife up to force Amara's head to raise. "Do you have any idea how hard you were to find?" He didn't sound angry at all.
Amara shivered furiously, whimpering when her eyes were forced to look upon the very man that had tormented her from since childhood. The gasps got louder, she was still silently weeping at the knife to her neck. All that went through her mind was her family and her child.
Toriah huffed as the grown belly came into view. "You managed to let yourself go this much? For shame," he taunted. The doctor frowned, darting his free hand down to her stomach and forcing her to slant her body to the side for better access. That wasn't fat; it was firm. "What have you done, 609?" The question was gentle sounding. He returned his right hand to her chin so she could sit straight. "Tell me. I'm not mad."