Annabelle thought about how he had called her Ann... She almost smiled at that. Then suddenly someone grabbed her his hand around her mouth, there were soon rough wet kisses placed all around her neck... "Don't move babe..." A deep voice said.
Adele left to go back with the others, and Alec continued on to find Annabelle. Honestly, she was already such a handful. He reached the edge of the woods.
Annabelle was slammed into a tree harshly her hair gripped tightly, "aw, poor thing..." The man growled then reached for the bace of her dress.
Alec spent some time looking through the forest before giving up and, “Annabelle! ANNABELLE!” He started in a different direction. He was a little worried now. Had an animal gotten her? “ANNA!? ANNABELLE!!?”
Annabelle managed a scream before a rough hand clasped over her mouth, "you'll pay for that..." He growled then jerked her dress half way up only to find that the shorts were sowed into it. He shoved her to the ground face first though gripped her by her hair so she didn't hit. "Oh yes, that will save you..." He said with a laugh then pressed a knee to the small of her back laughing.
Alec heard the scream—it had been cut off. That meant a person. That meant a man. That meant—he swore under his breath before dashing of in the direction of the scream. Now, Alec had worked as a slave from the age of three. Most didn’t start until 16. That meant he had done a lot more hard labor, on top of being a freaking blacksmith, and outmatched every man he had ever come across. That fu.cker was in for it, though to what extent depended on how far the ra.pe had progressed. Alec burst through the trees and found them….
The man grabbed Annabelle by her hair harder then flipped her over to dig into her chest harshly. He dug his nails into her as he struggled as he attempted to figure out how to get the dress off of her. He had managed to get it down to her waist so his nails dug into her bare flesh when he was found...
Alec shook his head, advancing towards the guy. "You're dead," he growled. "Dead."
He grabbed the guy by the back of his neck, pulling him off her and shoving him face first into the ground. "Give me one reason not to break every bone in your pathetic little body, before I turn you in to be executed," he threatened, holding the man down with one hand and shoving his face in the dirt almost to the point of suffocation.
Annabelle closed her eyes, then he was pulled off her... By who? She scrambled out of the area then jerked her dress up around her fixing her arms through it though it still wasn't buttoned in the back. She slumped to the ground clutching herself in horror as she watched. He saved her. He came looking for her... He acted almost as if he cared.....
The man took a breath only to fill his mouth with dirt, "I didn't know she was yours. I would have left her then..." He said acting as if she was nothing but a object to be possessed.
((I love this RP
((Why did only half of that post? Anyway.,... < 3 and I was wondering your plans for it? Or is that a suprise? And I'm going to be on all night likely, so yay! And I'm glad you Are back on normally, I missed you that week! Haha is it sad that I get a kick out of being mean to Annabelle? Now I'm just rambling so... Yea...))
((Oooohhh I know! It was cus of the heart... Why are those censored? Lol))
Alec growled. "Don't play dumb with me. You saying you didn't hear me callin? She certainly did, and you weren't that far from her, clearly." He hoisted the man up and shoved him roughly against a tree trunk. "Here's what's gunna happen. I'm going to let you go, if only for the reason I don't want to deform you in front of her. You, upon scurrying your sorry a.ss out of my sight, are going to turn yourself in with a detailed explanation of your crime. If I find out you didn't do exactly as I specified, I'll change your s.ex first, and then turn you in. Do I make myself clear?" He said lowly in the guy's ear, his voice thick with malice and disgust.
(( I don't know why they sensor that. -_- oh, but I'm on spring break now!!!! Yay! I honestly don't remember exactly what I had planned, but I'll tell you this. When Adele asked him the question... He didn't say no. >:D hahaha. Don't think he'll be easy to get, though. ))
The mad didn't speak, only nodded his head. Annabelle watched at first, then closed her eyes in fear of what she might see.
((Yayyyyyy my spring break starts after Friday.:) ))
(( exciting. I have like 11-12 days off, including weekends of course. ))
Alec threw the man aside, watching him as he stumbled away. After that, he went to Annabelle. He looked at her harshly, but with an underlying concern in his eyes. He grabbed her waist and pulled her up, almost pressing her against him, but leaving about two inches of space. He spoke sternly. "What were you thinking, running off alone into the woods? Where do you think the drunk low-life's hang out? You're too naive," he scolded. But after that, his demeanor softened. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. Are you alright? Are you hurt at all? I saw some blood on his nails," he questioned.
Annabelle didn't say a word at first. She couldn't. She had scrapes down her back and on her chest, not that she would tell him that. She closed her eyes, "I'm sorry, I-I ..... Thank you." She said finally pressing her face into his chest.
Alec blinked as she pressed into his chest. He wasn’t coldhearted enough to push her away after she was just attacked, though, so after a moment… he wrapped his arms around her, hands respectably resting in the very middle of her back. He looked down at her. “Ann, I’m not kidding. Are you bleeding anywhere? I don’t think you quite understand. You’re in poverty now—and you could get cholera. That’s why so many of us die after beatings. Do you have even the slightest scratch anywhere?”
"No, nothing." Annabelle said simply. She didn't say more than that, though she really didn't care much about anything anymore. When she went back to the castle she would be forced to choose a suttor, and that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to stay free, and she was willing to pay anything for that. Even death. Besides, why did he care what happened? "Not that it matters to you anyway."