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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:10:04 GMT -5
She started to let out muffled sounds, trying to shout again.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:13:03 GMT -5
Michel tore the piece off of the roll, making sure it was sticking well, before returning to his folding.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:14:59 GMT -5
She knew it was useless, but she kept going, trying to pull her arms free if possible.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:16:22 GMT -5
Michel finished folding and began holding pieces of clothing up to Noa's body, trying to visualize what they'd look like on her.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:16:55 GMT -5
So, that's all this was? She'd have done it if asked, even if she'd been warned about him, but this was too far.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:23:24 GMT -5
Michel continued with his visualizing and holding clothing up.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:23:56 GMT -5
After a little while, she started shouting again and tried to kick at him. This was getting too weird.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:35:44 GMT -5
Michel dodged back, out of her kicking range and continued his practice.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:36:10 GMT -5
She continued her shouts and tried to kick off the wall, trying to pull her arms free.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:49:48 GMT -5
"Would you stand still? I'm trying to work here!" Michel said angrily, his German accent shining through.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:50:07 GMT -5
She refused and kept doing what she was doing.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:52:51 GMT -5
Michel grumbled, setting the clothing down before grabbing the duct tape and held her legs together, taping her ankles together before returning to his work.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:53:32 GMT -5
She swung her legs out, even together, and tried to swing at him, tried to kick him.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:56:57 GMT -5
The kick connected with his chin, and he grew enraged. He grabbed her feet and tape them to the floor with almost an excessive amount of tape, before wrapping tape around her legs all the way up to the knee. He tossed the spent roll of tape into a trash can and returned to his visualizing.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:58:05 GMT -5
Well, she could still try, but he was too far away now. Seriously, what was the point of that? She just couldn't bend as well.
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