 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"I did nothing..." he snaked through his teeth, his hand, his groping finger slithering there way up against her thigh, his body forced right against her. "I wasn't the one who slept with him Marce. I wasn't the one who defiled myself twice over and then expected to receive no punishment." His fingers holding her skin tightly, he felt her squirm beneath him, he didn't like it when she made him feel as if he were forcing her. "Whatever happened to the good Marcella I knew, earlier in the year..." he said, moving a piece of her fallen hair back from her eyes, "The one who used to do what I said. Who obeyed me. I remember, at the beginning of the year.." he spat, his treacherous lips snarling right next to her cheek that quivered under his voice, "When all I had to do was to click my fingers and you'd come running..."
She didn't know why she was horrified when he started groping her. This was Darrin she was watching, she knew what he was like, yet it still surprised her that the boy she thought dead, could now be stood here doing this to her. Desparately trying to wriggle under him and only managing to move a few inches, she cried out, "That was then and this is now. I'm not as weak anymore Darrin, I can fight you, if you make me." |