From the diary of Hailey Beckford -
Things are definitely starting to fall into place, at least as far as this plan is headed - I've got him intrigued, which means that he'll pursue. At least for a little while, anyhow. Until he's satisfied that he's broken me.
I have to watch my steps even more carefully now, make sure I don't make any silly mistakes. He's a charming son of a bitch, and if I'm not careful, I'm sure I'm going to get in over my head.
That...in a word, won't be pretty.
It's also getting harder to tell Daddy that everything is fine, especially since he's asking about how I'm going with the social aspect of things - I don't want to tell him who I'm with, because again, he may figure it out.
I worry about being locked up, I really do. But - if it happens, it happens. I just hope I get things done beforehand.
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I've been keeping my distance lately, trying to sleep just out of reach of people, trying to elude a second encounter - not that the first one wasn't absolutely necessary, but - too much at once would probably be a dangerous thing indeed, as I'm not particularly positive of what Randy's capable of.
Manipulation. It's nearly an art form around here, and one that I've seen certain people are quite adept with.
Step lightly, and around what I can. Keep just a flash of black lace visible, just a tiny reminder of the one night of drunken passion. Just to keep his mind on a traveling loop of moments.
It seemed to be working, even if he hadn't approached me again yet.
It was all a matter of time, really.
Of course, I've noticed the advances of someone else - haven't been so quiet. Of course, a brattier, less mature side of me even wonders if Ric Flair is capable of thinking in that way, for the sheer age factor. Could he even get up? The laws of physics, apparently, are even baffled by this one.
I certainly know I am.
I'd started coming down the hall a couple days ago, hesitant on approaching again, just to see what kind of work I had to do, and I'd felt a very unwelcome hand on my ass. Nearly whirling around, I'd - well, I can't say I was particularly surprised, but -
It was, no less, a disturbing and disgusting experience, and one that I don't want to repeat anytime soon.
I can only imagine what kind of thoughts were going through his head, and it's all I can do to keep from being sick.
"I'm not here to see you." My gaze had been cold, uncomfortable. If I had to, I would resort to throwing myself back into the bed of the other, if only to escape this, for the time being.
Get him all the more wrapped around my finger, and - then let hell break loose.
Which, is, exactly, what I do. Knock on the door, wait for an answer - when Randy answers, I'm nearly throwing myself at him, if only to evade the Jurassic Wonder.
It's all going to plan. Even if the plan itself keeps needing modified.
Things are definitely starting to fall into place, at least as far as this plan is headed - I've got him intrigued, which means that he'll pursue. At least for a little while, anyhow. Until he's satisfied that he's broken me.
I have to watch my steps even more carefully now, make sure I don't make any silly mistakes. He's a charming son of a bitch, and if I'm not careful, I'm sure I'm going to get in over my head.
That...in a word, won't be pretty.
It's also getting harder to tell Daddy that everything is fine, especially since he's asking about how I'm going with the social aspect of things - I don't want to tell him who I'm with, because again, he may figure it out.
I worry about being locked up, I really do. But - if it happens, it happens. I just hope I get things done beforehand.
-*-
I've been keeping my distance lately, trying to sleep just out of reach of people, trying to elude a second encounter - not that the first one wasn't absolutely necessary, but - too much at once would probably be a dangerous thing indeed, as I'm not particularly positive of what Randy's capable of.
Manipulation. It's nearly an art form around here, and one that I've seen certain people are quite adept with.
Step lightly, and around what I can. Keep just a flash of black lace visible, just a tiny reminder of the one night of drunken passion. Just to keep his mind on a traveling loop of moments.
It seemed to be working, even if he hadn't approached me again yet.
It was all a matter of time, really.
Of course, I've noticed the advances of someone else - haven't been so quiet. Of course, a brattier, less mature side of me even wonders if Ric Flair is capable of thinking in that way, for the sheer age factor. Could he even get up? The laws of physics, apparently, are even baffled by this one.
I certainly know I am.
I'd started coming down the hall a couple days ago, hesitant on approaching again, just to see what kind of work I had to do, and I'd felt a very unwelcome hand on my ass. Nearly whirling around, I'd - well, I can't say I was particularly surprised, but -
It was, no less, a disturbing and disgusting experience, and one that I don't want to repeat anytime soon.
I can only imagine what kind of thoughts were going through his head, and it's all I can do to keep from being sick.
"I'm not here to see you." My gaze had been cold, uncomfortable. If I had to, I would resort to throwing myself back into the bed of the other, if only to escape this, for the time being.
Get him all the more wrapped around my finger, and - then let hell break loose.
Which, is, exactly, what I do. Knock on the door, wait for an answer - when Randy answers, I'm nearly throwing myself at him, if only to evade the Jurassic Wonder.
It's all going to plan. Even if the plan itself keeps needing modified.
