Post by Ceraphine Davis on Mar 19, 2010 8:14:47 GMT -5
The sounds of the elevator are what first made their way through the darkness and haziness of her mind to draw her back from the brink of death. Coughing as she gasped for air she brought her small hands to her throat, feeling the traces of blood left behind where his hand had been, and the slight sting of what undoubtedly would be a bruise come tomorrow morning.
Yet despite it all, she let out a soft, weak little laugh. That had been a close one, and though she felt a bit of regret in the fact that he had not killed her, she figured it only meant she would have more time to try and work on him. Slowly those eyes fluttered open, surveying the damage to her apartment....
Nothing too serious that she could not clean up as soon as her head stopped spinning and it wasnt such a struggle for her to breath anymore.
Several minutes passed by before she was able to do this...shifting to her hands and knees she looked over the area where the coffee table had spilled, and out of everything that had happened that night.....she noticed one thing....The little vile of coke she had was gone....
A twisted little grin spreading across her lips...That gave her an idea....A very naughty..very evil idea......Seemed like somebody had an addiction that needed to be fed, and Sasha knew just the right way to go about it....
Finally managing to get to her feet, she stumbled over to the safe, dialing in the combination and pulling open the door. Once she did, she reached in and grabbed yet another vial of that addictive white powder..Holding it up and looking at it curiously.....
This stuff was good, but if she wanted to get inside his head, she would need something better......Making her way to the couch, she plopped down, opening the vial and pouring some of the stuff onto her wrist.....a deep inhale and she was back to feeling somewhat normal.....Now onto business.....
She pulled out her cell, punching in a few numbers and then holding iit to her ear....Soon enough the answer came at the other end...
"Hello?"
"Ricky....This is Sasha....I need some stuff...."
"Sure how much this time?"
"Oh no....I need some special stuff mixed up....I need the good stuff. Yeah, I think 2 grand oughta cover it.."
"Yes Ma'am....I can have it to you by tomorrow evening."
"Good..See you then."
She then hung up and laid her head back....that grin still in place...All she needed was an opening...and he had just given her one...This was gonna be fun she thought...........
Game on.......
Yet despite it all, she let out a soft, weak little laugh. That had been a close one, and though she felt a bit of regret in the fact that he had not killed her, she figured it only meant she would have more time to try and work on him. Slowly those eyes fluttered open, surveying the damage to her apartment....
Nothing too serious that she could not clean up as soon as her head stopped spinning and it wasnt such a struggle for her to breath anymore.
Several minutes passed by before she was able to do this...shifting to her hands and knees she looked over the area where the coffee table had spilled, and out of everything that had happened that night.....she noticed one thing....The little vile of coke she had was gone....
A twisted little grin spreading across her lips...That gave her an idea....A very naughty..very evil idea......Seemed like somebody had an addiction that needed to be fed, and Sasha knew just the right way to go about it....
Finally managing to get to her feet, she stumbled over to the safe, dialing in the combination and pulling open the door. Once she did, she reached in and grabbed yet another vial of that addictive white powder..Holding it up and looking at it curiously.....
This stuff was good, but if she wanted to get inside his head, she would need something better......Making her way to the couch, she plopped down, opening the vial and pouring some of the stuff onto her wrist.....a deep inhale and she was back to feeling somewhat normal.....Now onto business.....
She pulled out her cell, punching in a few numbers and then holding iit to her ear....Soon enough the answer came at the other end...
"Hello?"
"Ricky....This is Sasha....I need some stuff...."
"Sure how much this time?"
"Oh no....I need some special stuff mixed up....I need the good stuff. Yeah, I think 2 grand oughta cover it.."
"Yes Ma'am....I can have it to you by tomorrow evening."
"Good..See you then."
She then hung up and laid her head back....that grin still in place...All she needed was an opening...and he had just given her one...This was gonna be fun she thought...........
Game on.......
