clumsy stalking [[dane

[jennifer siobhan wright]

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Jennifer had been following this guy for almost a month now. She knew his name only because she had heard someone say it, but she was under no illusions. He had no idea who she was. Not many people did. There was only one male nurse that knew her name, and little else. She had only been to see him once, because her shyness didn't permit her to initiate conversation much. She was even scared of the cook, who was the friendliest out of all of them. He stayed up until stupid hours in the morning, just in case one of the kids wanted a midnight snack that they didn't want to get found out for. She hadn't been to the kitchens before.

Jennifer didn't sleep much. She had gotten into the habit when she was wired on cocaine, and then when she was refused sleep because she was to be doing other things for her boyfriends. She was lucky if she got three or four hours in a night. However, she had a new obsession, and after two hours of tossing and turning, she had showered and dressed, and gone to find Dane. It wasn't hard to find his room, but finding a hiding place nearby was. An hour after she found the perfect place to wait, he slipped out. It was just going light, but there would be a lot of people up. There were those that had night terrors, and those that had insomnia. Even light sleepers would be awake now, and soon the corridors would be bustling, and Dane, as usual, wouldn't notice her walking in his wake.

Being sure to keep at least twenty paces back from him, Jennifer followed him through the winding corridors, wondering where he was going to go today, what he was going to do, and who he was going to see. Briefly, she wished that he'd notice her, and that she wasn't so shy, but she was the way she was, and it wasn't going to be easy to change. Fully inside her head, concentrating on her thoughts, she didn't notice that Dane had stopped, and she collided into his back, bouncing off and being defensive almost immediately. She didn't look at him, but she apologised as profusely as she could. "I-I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't see you th-th.... didn't see you stop." She stuttered, her voice getting quieter and quieter until she couldn't be heard any more.

In her experience, apologising didn't help. It still caused pain, even if it was a little lesser than if she'd laughed or been mute instead of being subservient and apologetic. Unable to look up at him, however much she wanted to, Jennifer stayed motionless, waiting for her punishment.



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date&time: 18th august, roughly 11pm
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[dane ryan bradshaw]

Dane shuffled slowly down the hallways, rubbing his arms from being cold and trying to figure out why he came here in the first place. The walls were disgusting, the lighting was too dim, and the people looked extremely scary to even be in an asylum. They all looked...well, dead. He glanced around, looking at the wads of paper on the ground and noticed the old, dried blood splatters that were practically engraved into the floor tiles. What an interesting place. It costs thousands of dollars to be sent here, yet it's a piece of shit on the inside. Lucky for BRI, the visitors never actually saw what the place really looked like. All they got were photoshopped pictures or images of the place when it was first built.

Why were the so many people here? Were there really that many fuck-ups in the world? Dane was astonished at how many people there actually were in the asylum. And this wasn't even half, obviously. Even though there were tons and tons of people...he still felt extremely alone. So far, he had only made one, sort of, friend. He hated it. There was no one to depend on, no one talk to, no one to hold, no one to do anything with. Everyone either kept to themselves or was too crazy to even try to have a conversation. Dane wished that he wasn't here. He wished that he could go back home and find Evan and cry for forgiveness. But he knew that that wouldn't happen. He also knew that the next person he was in a relationship with, he would do anything to keep them.

Without realizing it, Dane had stopped suddenly. He was standing in the middle of the hallway staring off into space. Why was he even here? Just when he was going to turn around and head back to his 'dorm room', he felt something knock into him and then bounce off immediately. He turned to see what it was, and looked down to see...a girl. A fucking adorable girl, at that. She stuttered and apologized, which Dane thought was even cuter. "Don't apologize," he said, smiling slightly. "I'm Dane. And who might you be, lovely?" he could not believe that he just said that. But it was true. She was lovely, but a mere compliment didn't do her justice. She was more than beautiful. There was something about her that Dane wanted. And he wanted it now.

[jennifer siobhan wright]

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He was going to scream at her. He was going to shout. He might slap, punch, or kick her. That was all fine. She deserved that. The only thing that would be terrible, devastating to her, would be if he didn't say a word to her. She had been watching him, stepping in his shadow for four weeks now, and if he had noticed, he hadn't said a word to anyone. Mind you, who would you talk to in this place? Anyone you spoke to thought you were trying to bite their head off, or wanted to get into their pants. And the staff weren't much better. Most of the nurses traded favours for pills, and not the 'go pick up my dry cleaning' sort of favours either. Otherwise, they were pretty much all despicable people, and Jennifer spent as little time with them as possible, and even when she went, she only spoke when what she said couldn't be misconstrued, and she constantly came in under the radar. She wasn't really anyone to worry about.

Staring at a vaguely interested ingrained blood splatter on the floor, wondering who it had come from, Jennifer waited to see what Dane's response would be. Probably, he would tell her to fuck off and get out of his way. That was fair enough, although she'd just pick up his trail again in an hour or two. When she got fixated on something, she was pretty much like Superglue. Except she didn't actually physically stick to people, more's the pity. Even when he spoke, she didn't look up. It was a habit that had been whipped into her, and she wasn't likely to forget it in a hurry. Rubbing one of the scars on her arm absently, Jennifer nodded, her reply almost silent. "OK." He didn't want her to apologise? That was just fine, she wouldn't do that until he told her to.

She smiled slightly when he introduced himself, raising a hand to her mouth to smother the expression, although her hair did that pretty effectively. Of course she knew who he was. How couldn't she? He was the most fascinating human being in this whole place, but of course she couldn't tell him that. As demurely as she could manage, Jennifer introduced herself. "M-My name's J-J-Jennifer. Some people c-call me Jenny, or J-J-J.... or Mouse. You c-can call me whatever you l-l.... whatever you want." This was the longest speech Jennifer had made in almost a year, but she was kind of glad no-one else was around to hear it. If they knew she could say more than five words at a time, who knows what kind of conversation they'd try to illicit from her? She chanced a glance up at his face, and his bright blue eyes instantly captured her. She couldn't make herself look away, and she almost forgot to breath. In a whisper, she spoke again. "I-I guess I'll j-j-just get out of your w-way." She smiled softly and took a few steps in the opposite direction, wrenching her gaze away from him.



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[dane ryan bradshaw]

The way she was acting was so strange. It was almost as if Dane were looking at himself, just as a girl. And there was something about her that made him think that he'd seen her before. He blinked slowly and tilted his head to the side, wondering why she wasn't looking at him. Was she really that shy? He was still smiling at her, even if she couldn't see. There was something about her that was just so...mysterious, and he'd only been talking to her for a matter of minutes! Dane wanted so badly to make her look at him, but he restrained himself. She'd probably freak out if he laid hands on her, and then never talk to him again.

Had he really not seen her around before? Of course there were tons of people, but was Dane really that blind that he didn't notice this beautiful girl wandering around? He felt stupid suddenly. He did know her. Well, he knew her hair anyway. Dane had seen it before. Disappearing around corners whenever he turned, a shadow swinging in the wind behind him when he was walking back to his room one evening, the hair that he always wondered who it belonged to. He saw it everywhere, it seemed. And all this time he didn't know it was this amazing girl's hair!

"Jennifer...what an adorable name," he said absentmindedly, staring at her in awe. Jennifer. Dane loved the way it rang throughout his mind. But Mouse? Where did that nickname come from? He frowned slightly. Was it because she was so shy? It made sense, but he didn't like it. Her entire first name was much prettier than Mouse. He said nothing about it, though. Maybe someone important called her that, so he didn't want to say how silly he thought it was if it would hurt her feelings. Then...her eyes met his. His small frown turned into a full out grin. Finally getting to just look at her made him ecstatic.

Just when Jennifer said that she would get out of his way, Dane blurted out, "Have you been following me?!" Oh. Great way to put it. He immediately slapped his hand over his mouth and muttered an apology. Nothing drives girls away like asking them if they've been stalking him. Of course, he's never had a stalker before, and the thought of it didn't even seem odd. If Jennifer actually had been following him all this time, he'd probably be happy. Dane stepped closer to her, not wanting her to leave.

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[jennifer siobhan wright]

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Jennifer was shy, almost painfully so. However, she was never as bad as this until Ryan. Even the name entering her mind caused her to tremble and shrink towards a wall, where she would be the smaller target, but ultimately the one that he found and abused. Ryan had many ground rules, but none of them applied to him, of course. He was the master, what he said went, and he must, without question, be obeyed. She was not to look at him unless he told her to, and she was not to shut her eyes, even if she was crying. He wanted to see the pain in her eyes, and there had been a lot of it. She was not to speak unless asked a direct question, and even then, she must be obedient, servile, and humble. She must refer to him at all times as 'Master' or 'Sir'. Any breach of the rules, and she was to be punished for as long and in whatever way he saw fit. It was him and his rules that had created Jennifer's stutter. Before Ryan, she had just been quiet and timid. Now she felt like a freak and a burden, making everyone wait whilst she forced words through her numb lips.

She could feel Dane's gaze on her head, on her hair, on any part of her that he could see without moving too much. He could look all he liked, that wasn't against the rules. Not that Jennifer had any rules. She was way too docile to enforce them anyway. Her lips curved up into an unconscious smile at his compliment, so unused to hearing them that she wondered if it was an auditory hallucination, the product of her own fevered mind, her own longing for him to want her as much as she wanted to be near him. She didn't reply to it, though. If he had said nothing, she would look insane! Mind you, who didn't around here? That was why they were all here, right? Plus, she didn't think so. She had heard the name tinged with despair, disdain, disgust and anger, and it didn't sound very nice in any of the instances. Wishing, praying that Dane would find another nickname for her, Jennifer seemed puzzled by his grin. Why was he smiling like that? She wasn't supposed to do that. Maybe he knew, and maybe he was going to punish her for it. At that thought, a vaguely familiar thrill ran through her, moving from her head to her toes in mere seconds. She couldn't want him to punish her, could she?

Two hurried steps down the corridor, and she was stopped in her tracks. She knew never to lie, but saying anything unsatisfactory would mean that he was lost forever, and that would be even worse than the punishment for lying, which she would have to administer herself. "I... I-I...." Jennifer started to speak, then bit her lip. She turned around to face him again, hesitant eyes taking half-second long glances at his face before looking back to the grimy tiles. "I...." She tried again, then shook her head, knowing that the words wouldn't come out, trying to think of a new way to phrase it. Grudgingly, she opened her mouth, the word louder and bolder than it needed to be. "Yes." She exclaimed, and some sort of dam burst inside her. Now all she cared about was the truth, and if he left, well, she'd just keep following him until he spoke to her again. "For about a month. I kept hoping you'd n-notice me, but you didn't." She didn't even notice that she'd barely stuttered, instead blushing a full crimson red as she waited for the heavy handed slap that was sure to follow.



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[dane ryan bradshaw]

Dane's eyebrows furrowed with concern when she trembled suddenly. He reached out for her, but then stopped himself. She still might not like him touching her. After all, he had no idea of what she had been through in the past. Maybe she didn't like to be touched. Maybe that was the reason she was so shy. He frowned and bit his lip, holding back all the questions he wanted to ask her about her life. Dane was always wanting to get to know people inside and out. He would do just about anything to get information about something. He crossed his arms as he looked at her, squeezing his arm painfully with his left hand. His mind was racing to try to figure her out without having to ask anything. Was she a serial killer? Did she hoard animals? Did her entire family die in a plane crash?

When she admitted to following him, he didn't know what to say to her, but he couldn't help smiling as he saw her blush deeply. It was very cute that Jennifer had been following him, but he was extremely pissed at himself for not noticing her. She hoped that he would notice her! She actually wanted him to, and here he was for an entire fucking month going around being oblivious to the whole thing. Dane grimaced and his loosened his hold on his arm. He had been digging his nails into his skin without even realizing it. That wasn't half as bad as what he wanted to do, though. He wanted to go exercise until he collapsed and not eat until he finally felt better about not noticing her. They could have been having this conversation a month ago if he hadn't been so blind. "An entire month," Dane said quietly, trying to wrap his head around the thought.

Once he came back to reality and realized that she hadn't walked off yet, he noticed that it looked like she was...expecting something? Dane stepped even closer to her, now making the distance between at least a good six inches. Dane removed his arms from their crossed state and looked down at her. God, how beautiful she was. It was stunning. He briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Dane hadn't kissed a girl in quite awhile, and hadn't thought about it in forever. But now, it seemed that's all he could think about. His lips on hers, his arms around her waist, his body pressed against hers. Whoa. His mind was wandering much further than he wanted it to.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Would you like to walk with me?" He had no idea where they would go, but he really wanted to get to know her, not just leave and remember her as the 'stalker girl named Jennifer'. Dane wanted to know why she had been following him, what her story was, why she was here. He wanted to figure her out. But...what if she said no? His eyes filled with panic suddenly. No. He couldn't take being rejected again. Of course, it was only a small invitation to go walk with him, but even being turned down over that would upset Dane tremendously. Not knowing what else to say to convince her to go, he whispered, "Please Jenna?"

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[jennifer siobhan wright]

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She saw his hand reach out to her, and she fought with herself. Her natural instinct was to flinch, to pull away. She had been taught, however, to stay still for punishment, otherwise it would be worse. The lesson had been ongoing when she had finally left. Another, overriding part of her wanted to move towards him, wanting to feel his fingers on her skin, however briefly. Before she could do anything, however, his hand retracted, and Jennifer felt a pang of regret that she hadn't been able to make a decision. This was the first real breakthrough she had had, but she didn't feel much by it. She could be manipulative, bringing Dane around to her way of thinking, getting him to do what she wanted until he was in place, and then she would give up the dominant role. In effect, she would roll over and show her obedience.

He crossed his arms, and that made Jennifer feel worse. Maybe he didn't like to be touched. Maybe he hated making the first move, like she did. Maybe he just didn't want to touch her. Heaven knows, there had been plenty of those in the past, especially around here. She was deprived in more than one area, and she was starting to feel it. He looked angry, and Jennifer forced herself to stand up straight, to her full height of five feet and seven inches. She wasn't huge, she knew, but that didn't matter. The point was, he looked as if he was about to hit something, and if that something was her, she didn't want him to have any qualms about it. She could take it, and a lot more besides. Things she had done in the past had left her supple and flexible in mind and body, and pain didn't bother her in the slightest. If she was hit hard enough, it even sent a tingle of pleasure south.

Three words were aimed at her, and Jennifer simply nodded her head, shaking slightly from the anticipation of the pain. She didn't know when it was coming, only that it would. Every man in her life left or hurt her in the long run, and as Dane closed the gap between them to a mere half a foot, she thought it was finally going to happen. And she knew that when it did, she would be his for as long as he wanted. His arms unfolded, and Jennifer's trembling increased. Whether it was from anticipation for the pain, or from the pleasure of him finally being close, she didn't know, but it didn't really matter. There was no way he could translate her physical reactions, and it was better not to try. His question shocked her, and she could have fallen into his arms at that point. She kept her ground, however, knowing that if he chose to touch her, it would be that much more potent later on.

Still trying to order her thoughts before pushing them through her uncooperative lips, she had barely opened her mouth before Dane added to his plea. His tone almost brought tears to her eyes, but crying was against the rules too, unless that was what he wanted. "O-Of course I would." She stuttered, blushing as she looked up at him, then both ways down the corridor. Knowing that it was likely to get her in trouble, she asked a question. "Where?" She almost whispered, biting her lip and tensing up at the expected blow.



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[dane ryan bradshaw]

He wanted so badly to touch her. The craving to reach out and touch her face, her hair, her arms, her legs...it was driving him insane. Dane hadn't felt like this about anyone else. Was it normal just to want to feel someone? Without realizing it, he was now even closer to her, their bodies only centimeters away from each other. Being closer to Jennifer made him feel so odd. It was like so much energy was flowing through him and he wanted to take her and run through a field of flowers. Or some cheezy shit like that. He couldn't describe it well; there was no way to put it into words. The urge to make her his was so strong that it was making his head hurt, and he tried to ignore it for the time being.

Dane watched her intently while she trembled, trying to figure out what was wrong. Did she not want to go with him? Or maybe she was cold? After all, what she was wearing didn't seem to do much in the warmth department. Of course, Dane always worse skinny jeans and a jacket or a hoodie. His weight made him cold almost all of the time unless he was directly out in the sun when it was ninety degrees. Jenna looked quite thin herself. Dane guessed that she was underweight, maybe enough to where she could be diagnosed with anorexia like himself, but he didn't think that was the case. She didn't look like the type. He wanted to ask what she did to get so thin and opened his mouth to do so, but then shut it again. How stupid would it look to ask her a question like that?

"Anywhere," he said the second after she spoke, curious about why her body tensed after she asked him. Dane drummed his fingers on his leg, smiling slightly at her. "Where would you like to go, lovely? The gardens, the quad, the roof, my room, the kitchen..?" He froze after he finished. Did he honestly just suggest his room as one of the places they could go?! She probably thought he was a rapist now, trying to get in her pants and then kill her afterwards. But...if she had been following him, she would have known that he's not because wouldn't she have seen another girl going into the room with him if he was? Oh God, it was still a bad idea even if she figured out that he wasn't.

He felt stupid about overthinking this so much, but what if they did go to his room? What would they talk about? What would they do? Dane knew exactly what he wanted to do alright, but he had just met Jenna, and wouldn't it be a horrible thing to drive her away on the first day they met by letting her see his body. All bony and frail. Dane wasn't very weak, mind you, he just looked it. He could still do some damage if he felt like it, but the opportunity hadn't really arose in quite some time. 'I could certainly do some damage to her,' he thought, looking her up and down once. Dane's eyes widened then and he practically hit himself. Where were these thoughts coming from?! Yes, the images were pleasant, but he was getting sick with himself for thinking them. Apparently now that he's found a girl to be attracted to, all his sexual urges are coming back.

[jennifer siobhan wright]

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Jennifer was confused. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't the way it was meant to go. Admitting to following someone made them angry, or afraid. They ran away, or they shouted, or they punished with their fists. They didn't react with quiet surprise and ask you to go for a walk with them. They didn't get close to you unless they were going to hit you. After all, if you had been following them, you must be some kind of nutcase, right? Maybe she was the lesser of evils in this place, but it still didn't make his reaction any easier to understand. Not that she was complaining, off course. They were only centimetres from each other, and she could almost see the sparks of electricity jump between them, but she could do nothing about it. She wasn't to touch unless she was told to, Ryan's rules.

She felt an odd surge of warmth wave through her, even though he hadn't touched her, and she wondered briefly what it would feel like if he did, like he'd ever want to do that. From the way she stood, she could see herself perfectly. She was skinny, scrawny really, way too thin and fragile looking for anyone to bother with her. That, perhaps, had been the point of Ryan's punishment - to make sure no-one else wanted her. The hair in front of her face looked lank and greasy to her, although it wasn't, and her skin was just a little bit too pale. Even in the middle of summer, it rarely got warm here, and certainly never sunny enough to sunbathe, like you'd ever consider wearing skimpy clothes around this institute of psychopaths. Her lips were full, and her eyes always promised things beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Normally, they thought this was wishful thinking and left her alone, but she knew more and could do more than she let on.

Jennifer frowned and looked up at Dane again, confused. Didn't he know that he wasn't supposed to ask her questions? He was supposed to make all the decisions. Give her a choice, and sooner or later, you'd just have to decide yourself anyway. Her teeth worried at her full bottom lip as she considered the options. "I d-d-don't know." She answered, pain in her voice. She couldn't be expected to make decisions so quickly, and with so many choices! Remembering the response that was the preferred answer whenever Ryan asked her a question, Jennifer plucked the hem of her t-shirt as she spoke again. "W-Whatever you feel is b-b-best, M--" Quickly, she cut herself off and disguised her slip with a cough. With terror, and just a slight hint of perverse amusement, Jennifer realised that she had almost called Dane 'Master'.

Her eyes clouded over as she imagined what he would do to her if she could ever get him to be hers (or, more accurately, get him to let her be his). Images of whips, chains, ropes, handcuffs and excruciatingly pleasurable sessions filled her mind, and she licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Maybe she could get him in his room, or hers. They could talk, and she could use her years of practice to convince him. Dragging herself back to the present, ignoring the fact that a part of her was clamoring for attention it would only be getting if her ploy worked, Jennifer spoke again. "But it's too c-c-c-cold for outside, a-and I'm n-not ruh-really hungry." She offered, looking at him through her thick lashes, not even bothering to try to disguise the darkening effect of lust in her eyes.



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date&time: 18th august, roughly 11am
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