All characters appearing in this work of fiction are over the age of 19.
'POP!' and when the cloud of sparkly blueish grey dust clears, a small rat scurries away, squeaking and chittering in terror. Lorna's frightened eyes dart around the room but Brian is no where to be seen.
"Now that we got that bit of unpleasantness out of the way, I'm Yvette, nice to meet you." Lorna hardly even looks at the woman as her eyes continue to search for Brian, even going so far as to crane her head as far as she can in an effort to see behind her. "Now now, don't you worry about him, he'll never bother you again. Besides, I'm here, everything is going to be alright. You'll see."
Lorna turns back to the woman, noticing through her fear just how short she is. Seated as Lorna is, she hardly has to look up to the exotic woman's pretty face. Everything about her is dark. Milk chocolate skin, dark brown eyes with long black lashes, straight black hair that hangs down past the middle of her back. Even her clothes, black skin tight pants tucked into dark brown leather calf high boots. Dark brown knee length leather coat over a t-shirt that is such a dark purple, it may as well be black. The woman, Yvette, kneels and rests her hands on Lorna's knees and looks her in the eye.
"I have been searching for someone like you for sometime." Her hand comes up and fingers Lorna's long blonde hair before cupping her cheek. Lorna flinches from her touch.
"Mmrruuphmm! Mmmummm mm mmurphhmmm!"
"Shh, it's okay. Yvette is here now, everything is going to be alright. You'll see, you'll see." And again she plays with Lorna's hair before gently running her fingers down the swollen purple bruise on the woman's other cheek. Lorna flinches again, and screams through the tape sealing her mouth shut.
"Mmm! Muurfff mm mmuurffmmfff!"
"At first I wasn't sure when I saw you in the grocery store." Yvette tells the bound woman as she begins tracing complicated patterns on Lorna's bare knee, then copies the same on her other. "Of course with that man, treating you like that all the time, well, of course I had my doubts. I mean, I need a woman with willpower and strength of mind. Not some shrinking violet who cowers at the feet of some... abuser!" Yvette spits out the word then calms and smiles. "But then I thought, perhaps this is exactly who I need. A woman in need of escape. A woman to be reborn!" Yvette smiles at Lorna while her finger traces complicated patterns a little higher up Lorna's leg, then again on the other. "Then I watched you stand up to those teenagers the other day, defending that old man. You even helped him with his spilt groceries. Well, I knew then. I knew." A little higher again up one leg then the other Yvette continues to draw complicated patterns, then onto Lorna's thighs. Her touch is so soft, almost loving yet Lorna watches with a great deal of terror as it begins leaving a trail of pastel blue light that seems to sink into her skin where it glows before fading.
Yvette shifts again and begins humming softly while tracing patterns on Lorna's arm. Over the darkened bruise on her forearm where Brian had grabbed before punching her senseless. All up her arm and shoulder, then across the back of her neck. Lorna shivers at the light lingering touch, picturing that blue light sinking into her. Goose bumps form across the nape of her neck and she can feel a heat beginning to build in her chest. For the first time since regaining consciousness, Lorna struggles against her bonds.
"Shh shh, it's alright." whispers Yvette in her ear. "I'm here now, everything is going to be alright. You'll see." Over Lorna's right shoulder and down her arm the caress continues. Then the light trails from her fingers begins to take on a pinkish tinge.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" Lorna screams even though she knows no-one can hear her.
