JANINE1
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Jade awoke in a pruney, wet, soggy mess and instantly rose to turn off the water, seeing herself in an enormous puddle of water, because her pant leg had blocked the drain. The water slowly drained out.
Jade's tired eyes looked down at her attire. Her legs were frozen beneath several pairs of jeans and sweats, her feet in thick wet wool socks. She was wearing thick sweatshirts and coats backwards and inside-out because she hadn't been paying enough attention when she was putting them on because her mind was too disoriented.
She felt she needed to remove the clothing before her body became one enormous rash, and she finally began removing the layering, slowly and carefully, as if someone was watching.
Finally she was completely undressed, she sprung for the towel rack, reaching for the biggest towel to wrap herself in. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and nearly burst into tears. She felt like such a whore being in nothing but a towel and rushed for her wardrobe and began piling clothing on again.
A wool sweater, and winter coat, everything she could find to make her look as unattractive as possible.
Finally, she was close to satisfied, and threw herself into bed, but sleep didn't come. What was different about this time?
She had had sex with Jack before.
She even used to enjoy it.
She remembered the times they had together before they had to abandon their ship. He had been really good to her, really passionate. They had snuggled together so many afternoons and he would do nothing but stroke her body and tell her she was beautiful. He had always been so reassuring to her. She had always been nervous about her body, and the way she looked, but Jack had always been the one to make her feel beautiful. He would stroke her stomach and legs and tell her he loved her skin and body, and thought there was nothing wrong with it.
That period of passion didn't last very long before Jack began to get bored of being with Jade, before he lost his temper with her, and the relationship began to get abusive. He began to look at her with nothing but the desire for sex, and no longer see her as anything but a helpless sex machine on legs. It took jade so long to realize something was wrong, that the problem had elevated to astronomical levels before she knew she needed out of the relationship. By that time, it was too late, they were alone together, and Jack and his alcohol could do whatever they wanted to her.
The thought that Jack had been completely sober was the factor that drove her over the top. He had nothing controlling his mind, and he still hurt her in ways unimaginable. The way he looked at her was like thousands of knives stabbing into her trembling flesh...
...And she would never ever forget that.
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Jade awoke in a pruney, wet, soggy mess and instantly rose to turn off the water, seeing herself in an enormous puddle of water, because her pant leg had blocked the drain. The water slowly drained out.
Jade's tired eyes looked down at her attire. Her legs were frozen beneath several pairs of jeans and sweats, her feet in thick wet wool socks. She was wearing thick sweatshirts and coats backwards and inside-out because she hadn't been paying enough attention when she was putting them on because her mind was too disoriented.
She felt she needed to remove the clothing before her body became one enormous rash, and she finally began removing the layering, slowly and carefully, as if someone was watching.
Finally she was completely undressed, she sprung for the towel rack, reaching for the biggest towel to wrap herself in. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and nearly burst into tears. She felt like such a whore being in nothing but a towel and rushed for her wardrobe and began piling clothing on again.
A wool sweater, and winter coat, everything she could find to make her look as unattractive as possible.
Finally, she was close to satisfied, and threw herself into bed, but sleep didn't come. What was different about this time?
She had had sex with Jack before.
She even used to enjoy it.
She remembered the times they had together before they had to abandon their ship. He had been really good to her, really passionate. They had snuggled together so many afternoons and he would do nothing but stroke her body and tell her she was beautiful. He had always been so reassuring to her. She had always been nervous about her body, and the way she looked, but Jack had always been the one to make her feel beautiful. He would stroke her stomach and legs and tell her he loved her skin and body, and thought there was nothing wrong with it.
That period of passion didn't last very long before Jack began to get bored of being with Jade, before he lost his temper with her, and the relationship began to get abusive. He began to look at her with nothing but the desire for sex, and no longer see her as anything but a helpless sex machine on legs. It took jade so long to realize something was wrong, that the problem had elevated to astronomical levels before she knew she needed out of the relationship. By that time, it was too late, they were alone together, and Jack and his alcohol could do whatever they wanted to her.
The thought that Jack had been completely sober was the factor that drove her over the top. He had nothing controlling his mind, and he still hurt her in ways unimaginable. The way he looked at her was like thousands of knives stabbing into her trembling flesh...
...And she would never ever forget that.