GothykDominar Posted October 31 It was another stormy night, there had been so many since she had moved into this new home, the rain streamed down the small panes of the window, sometimes catching in the flaking ***t from the years of neglect. It had seemed such an opportunity, the gothic arched windows, the land and the trees hemming the property had seemed such a steal at the time. Isabella should have realised that the seller and agent seemed so quick to accept what was an insultingly low offer, but now she had made her bed, she had to lie in it. It's a pity the sales pitch hadn't included there was something else that shared what was her new home. Lightning struck and cast shadows round the room, she had done her best to make it feel homely already but this was only her third day of living here and in those three days a change had come over her. The first night, a night just like this she was woken in terror, unable to move, pinned to her bed by unseen cold hands pinning her by her neck to the bed, others grasping at her body, scratching her inner thighs like hungry claws, unseen cold, intensely cold fingers tracing over her underwear, making her eyes roll involuntarily back in her head, the cold air in the room robbing her of her ability to scream and then suddenly nothing but a voice echoing in the room.. "Two days til she is ready...." Then nothing, the hands, the cold disappear and she grips the pillow tightly shaking into sleep full of lurid dreams that were not her own. Last night the storm came again, the rain hammered down, the wind blew and the lightning danced across the sky, Isabella crawled into bed, ensuring all the doors were locked and shoved a chair up under her door handle, the lights were kept on as her eyes darted around the room. Her fingers twisting in her long raven hair that fell over her shoulders and reached the curve of her breasts. Fighting and fighting to stay awake, but her body failed her and she drifted off to sleep once more. Several hours passed, then the coldness filled the room, a crack of thunder and the lights flicker out, a merest glimmer of the shape of a hand clasped around her neck once more, others pulled her arms apart and then her legs as she woke, aware she was more exposed than before. The clawing fingers gripped her breasts and she fought to withhold the moan that was building in her throat as those cold fingers ran over her knickers too and fro, her body betraying her again as she began to arc her hips up to meet what she couldn't see, her eyes rolling back again in her head, her full lips opening, not to scream but to gasp with need.. Suddenly pale blue glowing eyes in front of her and the hint of a lascivious smile in the air and new words in the air "Tomorrow she is ours..." Then again nothing but a dark room full of even darker shadows as she lies there feeling a need growing inside her she has no control of and the dreams return. Now as she stares out of the window, on this All Hallows Eve, Isabella is dressed in just a vintage lace babydoll which appeared on her bed when she came up to her room, unthinkingly she stripped, her slender figure for a moment lit by a sheet of lightning, a vision of a form that screams sacrificial girl being led into sin. The babydoll barely covering her ass, she stands on tiptoe as she looks out of the window and the hint of the curves of each cheek ***k out.. She turns out the light... rests upon the sheets of her bed... for tonight.. she is undone.
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