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I have to say, this whole writing without planning thing is getting a good bit harder now!
When we last left the story, Elizabeth was trying to break the news to James about her "guest," and we found out a surprising reveal about James and Liberty's relationship.
(If you need to play catch up, please check out my Taking Liberty page for summaries and links to previous episodes)
"Let me out of here, you bitch!" Liberty screamed inside my head.
The sound of her voice impacted me like a body slam, and I fell to the floor. I crashed down into a console table with my arm, and barely missed the corner with my head. Somehow I felt that my trajectory wasn't a complete accident. Even locked away in the prison I made, she was getting stronger all the time.
James rushed to my side again, but this time I was able to get up on my own.
"She doesn't want me to tell you." I said, gasping for breath as I blinked away the stars in front of my eyes.
"She--wait, you mean, she's in there with you?"
I nodded and reached my hand down to rub my elbow. The stinging I felt there rendered into a deeper burning when I felt a deep cut and a steady flow of blood.
"Jesus." I heard James say as he sprung to the kitchen. He returned and started wrapping a towel around my arm. "You might need stitches."
His voice was fading as I stared at the blood on my hand. My brain itched with some thought triggered by the sight. And the burning in my arm was spreading. The sensation was pooling in my chest, building until I was sure my rib cage would crack open and eject some awful monstrosity.
Like a flipped switch, the pain cut off. I must have jerked with surprise, because I heard James muttering apologies as he tied the towel tight around my arm.
I looked away from my hand to watch him, and saw movement out of the corner of my eye. James saw it too, because he glanced up. He let out a strange hoarse yell and backed into the wall.
I looked where I had seen the movement.
Standing at the base of my stairs was a shadowy figure. As I stared, it began to take shape.
It was Liberty.
She looked furious.
Sometimes our subconscious works out problems for us. While trying to figure out what to do for my final climax, I realized that some of the groundwork had been laid in previous episodes.
Now to just take this germ of an idea and see how this ends for everyone. I really want a happy bunny ending for everyone involved, but I'm just not sure how it'll believably happen.
What do you think? Should everyone get what they want, or should they get what they need?