Don\'t You Dare

Hours passed, and Valine, laying in a full-size bed, lost herself in the act of changing the channels on the TV in the bedroom. She occasionally glances directly out the windows in between. Nothing about what she was viewing makes sense to her. She could hear the lively and noisy conversation of the men outside thanks to her enhanced hearing, but her thoughts were preoccupied with what was occurring to the stewardess and her mate. She sighed and set the remote down before entering the lavish restroom. She looked in the mirror as she stood there and was disappointed to see her pale lips set in a thin line and worn-looking eyes. She would have questioned what was happening to her if this had been a regular situation, but her mind was too exhausted to muster the fortitude at this time. Shaking her head, she combed her hair, feeling the soft strands glide across her fingertips. Turning on the tap after, she splashed water on her face to help slightly awaken her. She made an effort to grin