I heard a door slam and all of these hands released me. I collapsed on the floor in the middle of the hall way, a safe distance from the walls

... And the hands...

So... Disgusting... I started to dry-heave. I felt so... Repulsed, violated. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. /no. Not again. Please./ but this one was different. Familiar in a happy sense. I felt safe with the owner of this hand. I turned my head to see who it was. As soon as I saw his face, a single tear ran down my face and I blacked out.

I woke up in a vaguely familiar room, surrounded by books and a single vase. I sit up, a coat that had been placed on me for a blanket falls and I realize that there is a man sitting next to me, asleep. I feel something in my hand and see his. It brings a smile to my face. I crawl the short distance towards him, and lean my head on his shoulder, still having a gold on his hand.

"I've missed you, Garry. I'm sorry I forgot..."

—Garry—

I woke to a pressure on my shoulder. Ib was laying on me. Oh how she has grown. It has been so long since I've seen her.

I do a once over of her, surveying the changes. She has gotten considerably taller. Her... Um... Feminine parts have... Enhanced... I could feel my face grow hot. Brushing her bangs out of her face, I get a clear look of her face. Her long lashes, her clear skin, her plump red lips. Definitely older.

How much time has passed in the real world? Time doesn't seem to exist here... It has to have been at least 6 years.

She is so beautiful...

Waking up was a challenge. It was so calm, laying on Garry's shoulder. He stirred under me, startling me up. Sitting up slowly, I carefully tried to take my hand from his. As soon as I untangled my fingers from his, he reached forward and grabbed my wrist. I gasped at his sudden movement.

"Do you really think its going to be that easy? I'm not letting you leave me again." he pulled me forward into a warm embrace. Normally I would have pushed the person hugging me away, but I let him. I could feel something warm dripping on to my shoulder. /Was he crying?/ I hugged him back. /it must have been so lonely. Here for 10 years with no one to talk to./

"I've missed you. Not a single moment went by without you in my head." he pulled away. "you still have a good taste in clothes I see."

I glance down, seeing the short, red skirt and white tee-shirt I came here in. I notice that my shirt was ripped so my bra was showing and that my skirt was torn slightly up the side. Probably from those hands... For modesty sake, I covered myself as much as I could.

"Now do you see why I covered you up? I didn't want you to think that I had taken advantage of you." he hands me his jacket. "Here. Where this. It will cover you. I don't like seeing those bruises on you." gesturing to the hand prints on my arms and legs.

"thanks. I appreciate it. Um... If you don't mind me asking... How did you last these past 10 years without a companion?"

"um. Uh. Do you have any other questions you want to ask?"

"yes, but this one tops my list."

"oh... Do you remember when you passed out last time And I took you here?"

"yeah. We where safe here."

"yeah, I stayed in here until I heard you calling out for... What was it again? It sounded like my name but I couldn't really tell..."

"I was calling out for Mary. I thought she came in here with me. And speaking of her, she tore up your rose... How are you alive?"

HAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhangers... How I love you so...

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