Goal of the day: 929 words. Written: 937.
- ...what I can do. Do it for me...
- ...you can't escape. After all, I'm on the City Council's livestock sector for a reason...
- ...I promise I'll help you," Joe flashed green.
- ...the person in charge!
Joe flashed again with Gabrielle's last words.
- She... Oh God! - whispered a surprised Joe, and then added more vigorously:
- I will REALLY help you!
"You? Does Joe know her? Because it sounded like he did. Did he hear her words?"
Gabrielle took a few steps towards me, and I stepped back and leaned my back against the shelf of the wardrobe. A jar of some kind fell from my hand. Then I grabbed the top shelf with my free hand and tried to pull myself up and stand up.
Gabrielle jumped up to smack her dildo over my head and, as the gun went off, immediately over my fingers.
- Agh! - I exclaimed.
- More for you! - Gabrielle exclaimed in a shrill voice at the same moment.
"Blemba! Some bitch!"
I was furious and took aim again and threw the spinning stone at Gabrielle. This time on her stomach. But even though she didn't even try (or manage) to deflect it, it had no effect on her.
Well, he made one. Gabrielle rubbed her belly, frowned for a moment, and then laughed again.
- And you like to see sadomazo, don't you? - she whimpered, putting her hands on me and slapping me on the groin of my legs.
- Ouch! - I cried out again, as pain shot through my groin.
I was furious again and, gathering my strength, I quickly went to crawl through all the things that had fallen out of the wardrobe to get somewhere farther.
"Shalin!"
But Gabrielle was simply in a better position. She immediately kicked me in the crotch with her heavy shoe, and a moment later she was standing right next to me, one foot pinned to the ground. Some obscure object pressed into my chest and abdomen, my face remained completely pressed against the cold stone or maybe metal floor.
"AFTER THE WOLVES!"
I tried to move or push Gabrielle away with my hand, but she immediately grabbed my fingers with her free foot, which were filled with pain.
Then she immediately got off me... And before I could do anything, she sat down on my back!
- Aaaaaaaaaaahh! - I screamed. Gabrielle was definitely not one of the easiest girls, and those sharp, fuzzy shits from the closet and the wounds on her back and chest REALLY didn't help. I couldn't even move anymore.
"Oh God."
I started to panic. She's definitely going to kill me, and I don't know what she's going to do - she will!
- Well, show me your little butt, I have a toy for you! - Gabrielle said, probably sweetly, but to me in a completely horrible way, and started to throw my trousers down.
"O. Mine. God!"
I couldn't move at all. My head remained firmly pressed against the floor and I could only look to the side, at my chest. My whole body, crushed by Gabrielle's weight, was motionless, and my arms and legs were backwards. And as far as they moved, I really couldn't have hooked her. Gabrielle was also short-haired, so there wasn't even such a weapon. My hair stayed pressed against her big ass anyway.
I felt Gabrielle grab and roughly scratch the sides of my bottom. I felt a cool breeze brush across my bottom.
"Glass! Glass!"
Suddenly, I saw a possible escape - the jar that had fallen off earlier. If I tilted my arm enough, I could reach it.
"If I could reach it, I might be able to smash it."
To my credit, I held the Rock and Joe (or was it just Joe?) in the same hand as the jar. I was overwhelmed with waves of joy at such a fortuitous coincidence. Or maybe not coincidental, but still - I just didn't plan it.
- So, let's see how you scream now," said Gabrielle, again lovingly and awfully.
I felt a round object, and I guessed it was her weapon, plunge right into my asshole.
"NO!"
- No! - I exclaimed, suddenly starting to struggle.
At the same time, I was trying to avoid Gabrielle's "game", to distract her attention and somehow move closer to the jar.
- On no! - cried Gabrielle, and started to slowly shove her gun up my ass.
"Jesus, it's like a horror story."
A million related and unrelated thoughts flashed through my mind. But I gathered my strength and raised my hand with the Stone as high as I could... and with all my might, I hit the jar with it!
The glass broke into hundreds of particles, and I instinctively closed my eyes to prevent them from falling into my eyes. My instincts must have been right, because I immediately felt the shards cut through the fingers holding the Stone and hit my face.
Gabrielle, thank God, stopped and turned around in a huff.
- What are you doing here!? - she exclaimed, as if annoyed that I was making her house comfortable.
But I didn't say anything to her. I just opened my eyes and saw the Stone start to flash green and... Flash, flash, flash! It glowed green and red!
Without waiting for a better opportunity, before Gabrielle could do anything else, I bent my arm back in an unfathomable way as far as I could in that brief moment and released the Stone.
This one, who had drunk my blood, had now had enough of such a faint wave, and a split second later I heard a loud slap, a crack, Gabrielle's cry of pain and felt her roll from my back to my side.
I immediately gathered my strength and pushed forward. All my ribs were aching, as was my back, but it wasn't as bad as staying down. I took a nap and then, leaning against the wall, immediately got up and pulled my trousers up.
The stone immediately rolled back into the palm of my hand.
- Oh yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - shouted Stone enthusiastically.
- Oh you abomination! - Gabrielle shouted back, spitting.
"Chacha, power!"
She was lying on the ground, eyes bulging, spitting blood from her mouth. Her entire cheek was bloody and the pattern of the Stone's surface was imprinted on it.
- I had a feeling it wasn't like that! - Stone began enthusiastically, "She's from the Council! That bastard!
I didn't really understand how Joe knew the Council and why he was so happy to shout it, but as far as the bastards were concerned, I was more than happy to have saved mine at the last moment. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I didn't die.
- That's what happens when you stick your nose in my shit! - I shouted solemnly to Gabriele, rubbing my ass.
"Hm. That sounded perhaps a little too much like a corporate and ceremonial phrase. I could have done better..."
The stone laughed.
- Oh yes! Let's show her!
But attacking a lying man was somehow immoral. Gabrielle spat another bloody splinter on the floor and stood up, baring her bloody teeth.
- Well, it looks like you've just reduced the price of my dental visits. But don't worry, I don't have that much blood in my mouth after flossing," she snarled menacingly, taking her gun in both hands.