@ BearGirl
It slightly hurt to chew. Her cheek felt warm and she was sure it was probably a little swollen as well. Arlow was thankful that she hadn't bitten her tongue or cheek when she was smacked or she was certain she'd be tasting iron each time she opened her mouth. The thought of not letting a cut heal sent a small shiver down her spine. So, to counter with the pain in her cheek, Arlow focused on eating the softer things. A couple of fork fulls of eggs, and a few bites of hashbrowns. No matter what, food was Arlow's guilty pleasure. She could eat during anything. Rather it was morning someone close, or when she was sick to her stomach. She could eat, albeit a little, but she still ate.
When Luciano started to speak though, Arlow flinched back. Both arms moving to cover her bare chest and turned her head away from him. Worried he'd lash out at her again. Instead, he gave her instructions. Resulting in her body relaxing ever so slightly. Her shoulders relaxed, but her arms stayed in place. Blue-eyed gaze turned downwards as she listened. Her lips moving into a slight frown as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
What was Luciano getting at? What could he possibly want her to do with him? Why did she have to dress up? What could he be planning? Licking her lips slowly, Arlow shifted her face forward so that she was looking at her mostly full plate instead of the man in front of her. "Do you want me to wear heels?" She asked quietly, not wanting to fight him right now. She just wanted to get clothes on and if playing along with Luciano's fucked up world, then she'd do as he said. Within reason. She was an idiot for being late, she saw that now. It was just breakfast, so she could come down for that and then go back to bed afterward. It wasn't worth being slapped again for.
Another shiver ran down Arlow's body as the air conditioning started in the mansion. She could not wait for this terrible breakfast to be over so she could run to her room and get dressed. The thought of having a bra on sounding amazing for the first time in forever. She only had on that stupid tracker on her ankle, and it didn't even cover any part of her body.
It slightly hurt to chew. Her cheek felt warm and she was sure it was probably a little swollen as well. Arlow was thankful that she hadn't bitten her tongue or cheek when she was smacked or she was certain she'd be tasting iron each time she opened her mouth. The thought of not letting a cut heal sent a small shiver down her spine. So, to counter with the pain in her cheek, Arlow focused on eating the softer things. A couple of fork fulls of eggs, and a few bites of hashbrowns. No matter what, food was Arlow's guilty pleasure. She could eat during anything. Rather it was morning someone close, or when she was sick to her stomach. She could eat, albeit a little, but she still ate.
When Luciano started to speak though, Arlow flinched back. Both arms moving to cover her bare chest and turned her head away from him. Worried he'd lash out at her again. Instead, he gave her instructions. Resulting in her body relaxing ever so slightly. Her shoulders relaxed, but her arms stayed in place. Blue-eyed gaze turned downwards as she listened. Her lips moving into a slight frown as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
What was Luciano getting at? What could he possibly want her to do with him? Why did she have to dress up? What could he be planning? Licking her lips slowly, Arlow shifted her face forward so that she was looking at her mostly full plate instead of the man in front of her. "Do you want me to wear heels?" She asked quietly, not wanting to fight him right now. She just wanted to get clothes on and if playing along with Luciano's fucked up world, then she'd do as he said. Within reason. She was an idiot for being late, she saw that now. It was just breakfast, so she could come down for that and then go back to bed afterward. It wasn't worth being slapped again for.
Another shiver ran down Arlow's body as the air conditioning started in the mansion. She could not wait for this terrible breakfast to be over so she could run to her room and get dressed. The thought of having a bra on sounding amazing for the first time in forever. She only had on that stupid tracker on her ankle, and it didn't even cover any part of her body.
February 29th, 2020 at 06:02pm