Defeated, But Not Destroyed
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,292
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?
Rian felt her blood turn ice cold and her hands began to tremble violently at her sides, as Orlando stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him and making her jump.
"Rian Analise!" With two long strides, he was in front of her, shaking her backwards and bruising her arms. "Who the bloody fuck was that?" He puncuated each word with a shake, and she felt tears fall immediatly.
"It was a soliciter, I promise, it was just some guy selling magazines!" Even as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she knew it wasn't the best lie she could come up with.
"At 1 in the morning?" He slammed his broad palm across her cheek and then resumed gripping her arms tightly. "Try again."
Her cheek felt like shattering glass, delicate and hanging together just barely, as if one touch would make the whole piece crumble.
"Elijah." She choked out the name, praying, praying to God that by some one in a billion chance he would let it go.
"Elijah." Orlando uttered the word thoughtfully, releasing his hold on Serenity and turning his back on her, one hand on his immaculately shaved chin.
Without warning, he spun back around and his fist crashed into the side of her head, knocking her to the ground. A small cut opened above her eyebrow and she saw blood swimming in front of her eyes, clouding her vision red.
"You little two-bit whore!" He accused, bending over her, not touching her, but making her feel painfully small against his looming figure. He grabbed one of her arms and yanked her to her feet, almost pulling the joints out of their socket.
"No! No, Orli, please, I wasn't doing anything, he just wanted to know if you were home, and I didn't want him to suspect something so I let him come in and I'm sorry and I just didn't know what to do, please don't hurt me..." She was babbling, incoherently for the most part, but the intense look of fear burned brightly in her eyes and Orlando felt a stab of pity.
He released her, pulling away and surveying her once before nodding towards the stairs. "You can make it up to me, go."
Rian scrambled up the stairs and into the bedroom, going into the bathroom immediatly to do some damage control before Orlando came up to ravage her some more.
She wiped away the blood and dabbed some peroxcide on the cut, then put some hemmrohoid cream on her eye to take down the swelling and leave a small bruise. A trick she'd learned long ago.
Later that night, as Orlando pounded into her body, making her scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she reflected back on the conversation with Elijah, and she imagined him in Orlando's place. Fucking her, but gently, looking into his wildly bright blue eyes, instead of Orlando's intense chocolate ones. His hands in her hair, instead of Orlando's forcing her chin up as he pushed in and out.
When Orlando came, he rolled over, exhausted and almost immediatly fell asleep. But it took Rian much longer. She kept thinking about him--Elijah.
'He's so much better,' she thought to herself. 'He really cares.'
"Rian Analise!" With two long strides, he was in front of her, shaking her backwards and bruising her arms. "Who the bloody fuck was that?" He puncuated each word with a shake, and she felt tears fall immediatly.
"It was a soliciter, I promise, it was just some guy selling magazines!" Even as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she knew it wasn't the best lie she could come up with.
"At 1 in the morning?" He slammed his broad palm across her cheek and then resumed gripping her arms tightly. "Try again."
Her cheek felt like shattering glass, delicate and hanging together just barely, as if one touch would make the whole piece crumble.
"Elijah." She choked out the name, praying, praying to God that by some one in a billion chance he would let it go.
"Elijah." Orlando uttered the word thoughtfully, releasing his hold on Serenity and turning his back on her, one hand on his immaculately shaved chin.
Without warning, he spun back around and his fist crashed into the side of her head, knocking her to the ground. A small cut opened above her eyebrow and she saw blood swimming in front of her eyes, clouding her vision red.
"You little two-bit whore!" He accused, bending over her, not touching her, but making her feel painfully small against his looming figure. He grabbed one of her arms and yanked her to her feet, almost pulling the joints out of their socket.
"No! No, Orli, please, I wasn't doing anything, he just wanted to know if you were home, and I didn't want him to suspect something so I let him come in and I'm sorry and I just didn't know what to do, please don't hurt me..." She was babbling, incoherently for the most part, but the intense look of fear burned brightly in her eyes and Orlando felt a stab of pity.
He released her, pulling away and surveying her once before nodding towards the stairs. "You can make it up to me, go."
Rian scrambled up the stairs and into the bedroom, going into the bathroom immediatly to do some damage control before Orlando came up to ravage her some more.
She wiped away the blood and dabbed some peroxcide on the cut, then put some hemmrohoid cream on her eye to take down the swelling and leave a small bruise. A trick she'd learned long ago.
Later that night, as Orlando pounded into her body, making her scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she reflected back on the conversation with Elijah, and she imagined him in Orlando's place. Fucking her, but gently, looking into his wildly bright blue eyes, instead of Orlando's intense chocolate ones. His hands in her hair, instead of Orlando's forcing her chin up as he pushed in and out.
When Orlando came, he rolled over, exhausted and almost immediatly fell asleep. But it took Rian much longer. She kept thinking about him--Elijah.
'He's so much better,' she thought to herself. 'He really cares.'