Revisited: Twenty Tilly Tidbits

I wrote this in November 2012 🙂

Hello there my lovelies ..

It’s that time again!  I’m caught up on school work and have found time to make a quick and fun post!

Twenty Things I Believe In …

  1. People shouldn’t smoke around kids
  2. Assholes should slow down in school zones
  3. Women should never fake orgasms
  4. A Lie is a Lie is a Lie …
  5. Texting while driving is moronic
  6. It’s never too early for beer
  7. Erotica books are a basic survival tool for relationships
  8. Divorces suck no matter the amount of civility
  9. Naps rock
  10. Gilligan was right …
  11. One friend rocks .. Two friends are iffy .. Three friends you’re screwed
  12. Never discuss religion or politics at the dinner table
  13. Pizza is the most important food group .. coupled with ranch of course
  14. Smiling at a stranger changes someone’s day
  15. Always smile and say thank you when a man calls you beautiful
  16. Laundry day is a way to find money
  17. Telemarketers are evil
  18. Cheerleader moms are … *cringe*
  19. Winning is important … But not as important as fun and friendship
  20. An orgasm a day keeps the twitch away!

Wear pretty panties! Feel sexy! Have a great day!


Wicked Hope – Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Regardless of how they rearranged the rooms, which was strange enough as is, they still held the tragic familiarity of the constant rape that took place there. A cattle trough, which was filled with water, occupied the center of the room. A small part of my heart fluttered at the thought of taking a bath, at having the opportunity to rinse off some of the grime and bodily fluids that encrusted my skin.

The scientist, who I assumed was in charge based on his authoritative commands, must have observed the brief, lighthearted and momentary joyous expression because he beamed with amusement. Asshole.

“Ah, I see we have found another temptation for you. It was, as usual, my pleasure to figure out what entices you to be more malleable. Place her here.” His hand motioned to the floor in front of cattle trough, and I could see the glint of excitement as he spoke.

I loathed everything about the man, and his mousy voice grated my damn nerves. He stood before us. The smile on his face was arrogant, and the apparent brilliance lurked behind his eyes. With a gentle tug on my arm, we stepped forward to the trough, and I must admit, I was quite perplexed with the situation.

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Wicked Hope – Chapter Two

Chapter Two

My body sagged in exhaustion as the stifled moans filled our room. I closed my eyes and hoped merciful sleep would take me away, if only for a momentary escape from reality. In addition to the tragic moments we endured, the psychosis brought on by the lack of sleep was a crucial factor in our abuse. We became more pliable, more susceptible to their advances, not that they needed our compliance. The men in the compound did what they wanted, to whom they wanted, any damn time they chose.

My eyes burned, not only in exhaustion but from the dirt and fluids that were often discharged onto my face. My body sank even further into the filthy floor, and all I wanted was a short reprieve from having to listen to others’ suffering. I squeezed my eyes shut and accepted whatever form of relaxation I would be granted. Everything happened for a reason.

Sebastian curled into a ball nearby, and his soft snoring brought a smile to my face. The poor boy suffered more than most of the others in that godforsaken room. He was one of their favorites. We both were. The thought sickened me. It was one thing to be raped and tortured by those brutes, but it was entirely different to be forced to watch Sebastian being taken by multiple pedophilic asshats.

I crawled to him, wrapping my skeletal body around his lanky frame. His body shook as he slept, and I wondered if he was cold or if nightmares plagued him once again. One possibility wasn’t necessarily better than the other. I held him close to me, trying to shelter him from the horrific fate that consumed us, even if it was only for a little while.

I loved Sebastian. Whenever I would recall how lively his spirit was when he first arrived, my chest ached so fiercely at times that I couldn’t breathe. Sebastian spoke of gleeful memories and adventures he had taken near his home. He often mentioned his parents, displaying a deep sense of affection and devotion. I was uncertain as to what happened or where they were, but I knew he was alone in this world, and I wanted to be everything he needed. Who was I kidding? I needed him just as much as he needed me.

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