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Hey guy! Here's a new chapter, as it's holiday, I post it in advance. But as soon as the classes restart, I think I will have to post every two weeks. I just had Far Cry 3 for Christmas (yeah, this game was released two years ago, I'm always late ^^). So I think I will be able to be more accurate compared to the game (the places and all…). So here we go!
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Stockholm syndrome
Chapter 21
Emilie woke up at night. She pushed the sheets aside sitting up. She let out a long yawn, rubbing her eyes. She was in great shape, well rested. But still, she would feel better if she was not so hungry. Her stomach gurgled horribly and this feeling of empty stomach almost prevented her from thinking about something else.
The room was plunged into darkness. A slight light allowed her to discern some forms though. She stood up to walk to the door. She fumbled around to find a switch on the wall and turned it on to illuminate the room. She sighed. She was alone, she had nothing to do. She decided for one reason or another to take a shower.
So she went into the bathroom, gathered a few things and undressed. She opened the tap. The water came out of the shower head, cold at first, then it warmed up. Emilie then entered the tub and began to rub her skin with the soap she had in her hands. How long since her last shower? A week... maybe. Anyway, it did not seem to be the main concern around here...
When she was done lathering up, she let the deliciously warm water roll over her skin to get rid of the remaining soap. She passed her hands all over her body to make it go faster. Then she stopped. Her hand was near her crotch, she thought back to that moment, a few days ago. When Vaas had... touched her...?
She remembered perfectly the feeling that he had given her. It was so nice and pleasing. Along with her thought, her hand got close to her inner thighs. She stopped suddenly. She shook her head vigorously. What was wrong with her? No, she was not going to do that! At the same time, she wanted it terribly. And it is okay to do it, right? Vaas said it himself... She was alone anyway, no one would know...
Her hand slid up her sex without hesitation. She closed her eyes and tried to remember how Vaas had done it. She first stroked softly. Then she ran a finger on her clit. She shivered, her legs trembled. She leaned against the cold tiles wall, threw back her head before continuing her caresses. Slowly, slowly, she did not know how she was doing this, but she was. It was nice. Her open mouth let out moan of pleasure.
-Querida!
-Merde!
Emilie was pulled from her reverie by Vaas' voice. She almost slipped in the tub, but regained her balance quickly. Her breathing was fast, her legs barely supported her and her thoughts were confused. She cut the water and got out of the tub before quickly covering herself with a towel. She was trying to regain her senses when Vaas burst into the room.
-Querida! Come and see, I brought you something. He said with a big smile indicating the adjacent room.
Emilie was motionless, staring at Vaas with a bewildered look. His smile faded.
-Something's wrong, Querida? He asked.
-What? She shook her head slightly to get out of this sort of trance. Uh... no- yes... uh, it's okay... She let out a small silly laugh.
She was still a little surprised. Vaas raised an eyebrow doubtfully. But he did not linger and left the room. Emilie sighed. That was close. She could not imagine what would have happened if he had taken her in the process of...
Well, no harm done. She went out of the bathroom. However, she remained in the door way. Holding the towel around her chest, she looked at Vaas who was fidgeting throughout the room. Her look was questioning.
The pirate was moving rapidly from one end of the room to the other. He seemed to look for something. His movements were fast and frantic.
-Not here. Nor here. He continued his infernal race.
He opened his closet and tilted his head to look inside. He then began to take the clothes that were in the closet one by one to throw them behind him.
-Not this one. Not this one. This one either...
Emilie was very intrigued. Something was wrong, it was obvious. She looked around the room without moving from her position. She noticed something on the coffee table. She looked more closely. A light white powder residue covered the wood. She didn't take long before understanding what it was. Actually, it did not really surprise her. But she had never seen Vaas under the influence of cocaine.
-Ahí!
Vaas drew Emilie's attention again, she turned her head to look at him. A pile of clothes had formed behind him. He was holding a pair of jeans in his hands. He turned to the mirror that was next to the cabinet and positioned it in front of his legs as to try it on and smiled.
-Perfecto... He whispered.
Emilie took a step forward. She picked Vaas' attention and he suddenly turned his head toward her.
-Ah, Querida! He exclaimed throwing the pants on the couch before continuing. On the bed. He said simply, pointing a finger at the bed.
Emilie slightly cocked her head to the side. She did not understand what he meant. She turned her head to look at the bed. A red dress was spread out on the undone sheets. She approached and stopped to look at it.
It seemed rather short, the color was bright. It was a strapless dress that marked the waist with a belt made of ribbon of the same color. The skirt was composed of several voluminous ruffles and lace trim. Emilie was all a bit provoking but she had to admit she liked it.
-Put it on. Vaas whispered in her ear. She was caught off guard and quickly turned to the pirate.
He smiled widely. Honestly, Emilie thought he looked somewhat stupid, but she would never say it out loud. It was really strange to see him so... happy. She was not going to complain, of course, but she was starting to get tired of his attitude.
-And... On what occasion? She asked.
Why did he offer her a dress like this? And why should she put it on?
-For the party. His response sounded obvious on his lips.
-The party… She nodded, still skeptical.
Vaas had already walked away to get his jeans. He took off the pants he was wearing and put on the new ones. Emilie looked at him. She had never seen him wearing anything but his old cargo pants. She was a little surprised, but it suited him quite well.
-So, you put it on or do you expect me to do it for you? He said mockingly.
-Uh, do I have to come...? She asked.
He started laughing. But he stopped immediately seeing Emilie's neutral face.
-Are you serious? You do not want to party with us? He had a mockingly disappointed tone. Why?
-Uh... I- I'm not really in the mood... she confessed.
Indeed, the events of the day had put her morale really low. She did not feel like being in the midst of a horde of alcohol-soaked pirates. And what happened with Vaas earlier... He did not seem to blame her, but Emilie was uncomfortable.
-Well, as you wish. He resigned himself while removing his red tank top.
Emilie nodded slightly. It did not seem to cause any problems, good. When he was done getting dressed, Vaas went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Emilie pulled the t-shirt and the little gym shorts she used as pajamas. Vaas then came out of the bathroom and immediately headed to the door to go out. But Emilie restrained him.
-Uh... can I... She did not dare to ask, have something to eat... please?
She had not eaten for the whole day, her stomach begged her to swallow something. Vaas just nodded and then went out.
Once alone, Emilie carefully put away the dress in the small part of the cabinet she occupied. She also took the opportunity to fold and store Vaas' clothes. Did he really need to mess everything up to find jeans? Once done, she sat down at the table. What could she do? She was bored to death here. She turned her head in all directions to find something to do.
Her eyes then fell on the large wardrobe. She got up and walked. She reached over to pick up something that was behind. She put her hand between the wall and the furniture before removing a drawing folder. She placed it on the table and sat down.
She opened it. Inside was all she had done during more than a week. Why was she hiding it? She did not really know... Vaas probably didn't give a damn about what she was doing during her spare time but it was a security measure.
She took a paper. Something was already drawn on it, but she was not finished yet. That would be perfect. She pulled the sheet from the folder, took her pencil and eraser and began to draw. She could already hear the music that was played at the party. It gave her a little atmosphere and helped her to draw.
In the midst of her work, someone came to bring her something to eat. She did not know the man and did not try to know him, she simply thanked him before he left the room. She quickly ate and went back to work.
After a while, she stopped. She was done. She put down her pencil, took the paper in her hand and raised it to look at it. A smile appeared on her lips. She was happy with it. She had drawn a landscape. Dense jungle bordered by a sandy beach, as ones that could be found all over the island.
When she was done admiring her work, she carefully put away the paper and shut the folder to move it back into place. She then sat on the couch. Her eyelids were starting to grow heavy. What time was it? She did not know, probably after midnight. The party still was in full swing outside, she did not dare to imagine the debauchery that it had to be.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when the door abruptly opened. Emilie quickly turned her head to find Vaas. But he was not alone, and he was not sober either. He wobbled from side to side trying to support a young woman by the arm. She seemed to be in a worse state. The two laughed stupidly trying to keep their balance. Vaas was trying to kiss the young woman's neck.
-I –want to- fuck- you. He said in her ear.
The young woman, probably a prostitute according to Emilie, laughed foolishly. As if that was a compliment... Emilie cleared her throat to get the attention of the couple. Vaas turned his head to Emilie and looked serious. He looked like he had forgotten she was there. He gestured with his head indicating the bathroom. This gesture seemed like an order for Emilie. Go into the bathroom and do not come out before tomorrow morning. It almost meant that.
Emilie did so in silence, she had no choice. She closed the door to the room and sat down on the floor. She could hear everything that was happening in the next room. The forced laughter of that poor woman, the beastly growls and insults of the pirate. She was exasperated, they were acting as if she did not exist! Then she heard a high-pitched moan, the bed hit against the wall several times. Seriously! They could've found another place to do this! She was even more upset.
She could hear the sounds of that bitch. It sounded so fake, it was certain that she took no pleasure in that. And the other one played to his heart's content! What an asshole!
-Ragh. Emilie growled trying to cover her ears. Shut up! She shouted without being heard, obviously.
After a few minutes, everything stopped. At Last! She did not leave the bathroom, though. She lay on the floor and tried to sleep. It wasn't long before she fell asleep thinking of nothing, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day. Vain hope, for sure...
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