Go lay down?
From Create Your Own Story
"Maybe tomorrow, for now, rest." You mention, crossing the small room you lay down upon the bed causing its wooden frame to creak loudly as you do so.
"A newer frame wouldn't hurt, sad enough that this was the best room they had." A smile comes across your face at the thought of it though you can already hear what Carla has to say about it.
"Hush." You are quick to remark just as Carla was going to open her mouth.
"What? I didn't say anything." Carla remarks with haste.
"You were thinking of it." You note, letting you head rest on the rough textured pillow.
"I was-" Carla goes to retort but she knows you are right, rather she huffs gently before lowering her elbow on the table allowing her chin to rest on her palm.
"So what now?" She questions with boredom in her voice and annoyance.
"Sleep." You mutter softly with closed eyes.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Carla questions eyeing the small, one person bed.
With little thought you scoot over till your back is pressed against the wall, patting the surface of the bed you welcome Carla to lie next to you.
"I really hope you're just patting down that bed. Because you must like getting hit in the face." Carla response with fire in her voice.
"Your choice. The floor or the bed." You note quietly trying to fade off into sleep.
"I'd rather not waken to your hands grasping my body if you don't mind." Carla hisses softly at the thought of her laying next to you.
"I promise I'll keep to myself. I'd rather not wake up with a punch in my face." Carla sits up in the chair at the thought of having to sleep on the floor.
"Really?" She questions softly at the idea.
"Yes, yes. It's in the best interest for the two of us. You get a warm bed, and I don't wake up with a punch in the face. Win, win." You note with a tired voice.
"What about my chains?" Carla questions trying to push the limit you have given her.
"Hmmm... I don't think so. Sure, there are people here that will come to my aid if you try something but you haven't been very respectful or helpful today. Why should I?" You note with some regaining sense to your voice.
"For good reason! I want nothing of this, I am not here by choice." Carla stands up causing the chair to skid backwards a few inches.
"I am aware of this Carla." You use her name to better get her attention which it seems to work by her gazing eyes. Most people don't keep their names once they become slaves.
"Whether you like it or not doesn't matter, it is the life you find yourself in now. Make the best of it, I try within the lines, but its a two person operation. Both of us must give something for the other. I try to work with you, give you some freedom but you spit in my face with every chance you get. Most others would have broken your body in by this point till you are nothing more than a husk of a whore." Breathing in a huff you turn your head on the pillow to gaze into the wall no longer feeling the need to speak leaving Carla to her thoughts.
"A deal then." Carla voice breaks through the silence of the room.
"What?" You roll over on the bed to see Carla standing over you, the light from a candle in the room causing her hair to glow brightly.
"A deal. You release me from my shackles for tonight and you can... you can... hold me... while... while we sleep." Carla words stumble over themselves as her eyes tear quiver gently at having to put herself in such a position but the shackles are wearing greatly at her wrists.
Your surprised to see Carla making such a forward movement but its not one you should consider lightly.
"If you try to escape, people will see."
"I won't. These lands are foreign to me and cold at night. I wouldn't be able to go far on my own." Carla admits defeat knowing that escape at this point would be pointless though she is still planning on it at some point.
"Alright." You sit up from the bed feeling confidant that you are making progress with Carla.
"Come here." You reach out taking a light hold of Carla's hands and pull her onto the bed little more than a few inches away from her. Reaching into a small sleeve in your boot you retrieve a iron key. Pushing it into the key hole of the iron shackles you twist it and with a click they fall from Carla's wrists and onto the bedding. Rubbing her wrists gently Carla sighs softly, she hates that she had to make a deal to earn this but it was the only thing she had to give at the moment.
"Better." She mutters before turning around and laying down upon the bedding. Without question Carla takes a hold of your arm and slips it round her body with a deep growl.
"A deal is a deal after all." You shrug before laying down upon the bed next to her, pressing your body against her to sigh softly at the sweet scent of her hair.
"...I still hate you." Carla mutters softly through gritted teeth.
"I know, I know." You smile gently, sticking you face against the smooth skin of her neck and then drifting off into sleep.
You awaken the next day from the warming lights of the sun breaking through the small framed window. Taking a deep breath you eyes slowly open into a mass of bright orange locks that cover your face. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and what happened the night before.
"Right...." You sigh softly before squeezing the sleeping form of Carla next to you on the bed letting her warm body press closer against yours however it is then that you notice that tight bulge that formed in your pants against Carla's ass which is pressed against your crotch. You could try and ignore the feeling though with Carla passed beside you it would be easy enough get off.
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