Adrian ducked to avoid the ashtray as it smashed against the wall behind him. Before she could react, Adrian swiftly moved towards her and pushed her to the couch before she could grab something else to throw at him. There was a fury very seldom heard in Adrian's voice as he growled
"That ashtray was a gift from Kittie you little bitch! Of course I loved her! I adored her!! Every fucking night I wish it had been me, if at least not to have to fucking miss her so damn much! There wasn't a fucking thing I could have done to protect her!! And it haunts me every single night! So fucking stop it with your accusations, all right?!" |
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Pickles thrashed in Adrian's grip, trying to claw at him, or bite him.
"Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" Her screams and accusations were almost unintelligible as she fought against Adrian's grasp.
"You. You fucking liar! You son of a bitch! Kittie. KITTIE!!" |
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"Stop it, you crazy bitch!"
Adrian let go, and left her grasping the air while awkwardly laying on the sofa. All he wanted to do was prevent her from grabbing any more objects, he didn't want to put himself in harm's way by letting her dig her fingernails in his flesh. |
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Pickles curled into a ball and cried, her frail body shaking so hard Adrian could feel the vibrations of each wracking sob.
"I-I want to die, I want to die. Kittie. Oh God Kittie. Why did you leave me??" |
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Adrian was without reaction. He would normally try to comfort a woman in tears, but given the circumstances, he feared that she would only attack him again, so he waited. |
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Pickles continued to cry, trying to control herself, to feel anger again but instead she could only feel despair.
"Why?" She muttered "Why did you let her die?" |
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Adrian flopped onto the couch next to Pickles while a few tears escaped his control.
"You must understand that I could not do anything about it!" |
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"I don't want to understand." She finally admitted. "I don't want her to be dead, I don't want to know why, I don't care." She turned in one smooth motion and slapped Adrian as hard as she could across the face.
"No matter what you say, I blame you." |
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More out of anger for having let his guard down than from actual pain, Adrian stood up and put one hand on her neck, thrusting her into the couch as he clenched his other hand into a fist and pulled back, threatening to strike. He contained himself with his last shred of patience.
"Don't you *ever* do that again or I will forget that you were Kittie's friend. In fact, let it be clear that the only reason why you are not bleeding right now, is because you claim to have been Kittie's friend. When I let go, you will get the fuck out of my house to never come back and if you ever see me in the street, you better get out of my way or I will crush you." |
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Pickles mouth was dry, her anger crumbling into fear. Her body started shaking against her will, eyes wide, face as pale as the moon.
"Go ahead. Go ahead and hit me. Hurt me. Go ahead." Her voice was thick with terror, her features trying to set themselves into a brave and defiant look. |
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The look in her eyes froze Adrian. He couldn't possibly hurt somebody in that state unless his life was in danger. He slowly loosened his grip while observing carefully to her reaction. |
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Pickles started to withdraw into herself, pulling her arms across her chest. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, her eyes wide and unfocused. She blinked, realizing Adrian had backed off and let out a small moan of terror. Finally she lurched forward crookedly and pressed ice cold lips to Adrian's warmer ones. Her slender hands rapidly moving to undress him. Her eyes shut tight in agonizing fear. |
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Adrian, taken totally by surprise, was stiff for a brief moment, but the intensity of her kiss made him instinctively kiss her back. Not knowing what to do with his hands, whether to push her away, or to aid her in her new goal, moved them around without a clear action in mind. |
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Pickles pulled back a little, surprised Adrian hadn't taken advantage of the situation. Her hands were still shaking as she undid his belt and thrust one hand into his pants, using the other to hold onto his head as she continued kissing him, fear making her tremble. |
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Adrian missed the company of a woman for so long that he couldn't resist Pickles' actions. He grabbed her head with one hand as he starts undoing her dress with his other hand. |
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"Please." was all she whispered and it was half a question, half a broken request. |
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Adrian pauses for a brief moment.
"Please... what?" |
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"P-please. Do whatever you want." |
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Adrian finished undoing her dress and started walking towards the larger sofa in his office, forcing her to walk back and fall onto it. He followed her to the sofa while they kept undressing each other. |
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Pickles allowed Adrian to do whatever he wanted to her, clinging to him like she was drowning and he was her life preserver. This man was now her only tie to Kittie. And Kittie is the only thing in the whole world she loved. |
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