This choice: Another change of heart? • Go Back...Chapter #22Another change of heart? by: Unknown Just as you begin putting Tora's clothes into the laundry basket, a niggling doubt pops into your head. Is this what you really want? Sure, the idea of kissing her feet at the end of the day is an exciting one, but actually doing this many chores?
What are you doing?! Surrendering to Tora under her feet is one thing, but actually spending your days as a house-bitch to her makes the niggling doubt become too strong to simply ignore. Dropping the basket of clothes, you drop down to your knees and put your head in your hands. What a fool you've been! You've allowed your ex to break up with Lizzie, quit your job, take all your money and apartment from you....so you can what, do a load of chores for her? It's not unusual for a woman to take advantage of you but this is something else!
The more you think about it, the more that your feelings of inferiority and devotion to Tora turn into ones of loathing. You can still get out of this mess. Moving towards the door, you sigh when you remember she locked it all up. Then you remember the bathroom - there's a window in there that you could drop down onto someone's balcony, then lower yourself down from there...
Impulsively deciding that you simply must get out, you get to the bathroom, start climbing out of the window, grimacing when you realise that the drop is actually pretty steep.... Still, you need to do this! As you hook both legs out, you try to balance yourself but start wobbling and slipping. You manage to hold on to the window ledge for a few moments as you struggle but it's no use! Your grip loosening, you bang against the outside wall and fall onto the balcony in a heap...
When you come to, you feel a terrible pain in your right shoulder and legs. Blinking hazily, you look in surprise at a fairly attractive woman, probably in her mid-30s, in a dressing gown, her arms folded and a baseball bat in her hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She narrows her eyes at you. "Breaking into my apartment...you've got some nerve!"
"No...no!" You yelp up. "I was...I was at my girlfriend's, Tora's and was cleaning the bathroom window and slipped...."
She stares at you, unimpressed and tosses her black hair out of her eyes. "Tora, huh. Her name rings a bell."
You try your best to reassure her that you're not some intruder. The lady however is not convinced. "I don't buy it. I'm calling the cops. Don't move a muscle or I will use this, creep..." She holds the bat at your throat, so you merely gulp as she phones the police.
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