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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 16:37:38 GMT 10
"Begging your pardon Miss, but the age limit is even higher over there, where as it is only eighteen in europe it is twenty one in most if not all states of America," Christine said, waiting for the punishment for her bad habit- informing and correcting
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 16:45:54 GMT 10
"WHO ASKED YOU?" they shouted tossing everything on the floor. "Woops, guess you'll have to do it all again and go fetch some soap I think your mouth needs washing out."
For the first time in years Emma smiled. Whiskers had helped her in so many ways she now had her clothes fixed up and though patched looking better then ever, her hair was neat and she had been better fed. It had been a few weeks since her father had come to see her and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe...just maybe...he'd for once be happy with what he saw.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 16:52:41 GMT 10
"Yes Miss, I'm sorry..." She said, getting to work, picking up everything that had been thrown onto the floor
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 16:57:22 GMT 10
'Come, we should leave the thing to her work. We have better things to do then wash her crawl like the BUG she is."
It was as Emma got the last knot out of her hair that she thought she heard foot steeps coming her way. She couldn't be sure but she also thought she heard more then just her fathers voice. Still male, which coursed her to worry.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 17:04:06 GMT 10
She closed her eyes, sighing heavily as she looked at her own reflection in the mirror once the two had left, maybe in America she would get a chance at a better class of life, wasn't that what was promised to everyone who went there?
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 17:06:25 GMT 10
"W....w..whiskers hide" Emma voiced as the noise got louder along with her breath. She feel into place at the bottom of the stairs, waiting, her body shaking slightly.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 17:11:27 GMT 10
The door opened, her father walked down and dragged up by her hair, smirking as he ran his hands over her
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 17:13:56 GMT 10
Her neck strained, as did the rest of her body. However with him holding her hair so tightly her chest was thrust forward as she tried to keep her feet under her. From the corner of her eye she saw another tall shadow. "Y...you b...b..bring s...s..someone?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 17:14:52 GMT 10
"Mmmhmm, I did little bitch, why don't you go say hi, hmm?" He sneered, throwing her to the other mans feet
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 17:21:13 GMT 10
Landing on her hands and knees Emma knelt before the new man wondering why he was he. Never had her father shown her to anyone and never had she seen another person aside from him. Fear lay inside but also wonder, she couldn't help the soft squeak of her voice as she spoke the word: "Hi"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 17:22:23 GMT 10
He reached down, smirking as he picked her up, feeling her over he tutted "Barely even a bust on her"
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 17:25:17 GMT 10
"A.....w...wha s..sir?" she questioned meeting his eyes shivering slightly in his hands, noting just how strong they were.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 17:26:21 GMT 10
"What kind of purchase will she be if I can't even have any fun with her"
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Post by witch on Feb 10, 2015 21:15:54 GMT 10
"P...perchase? W...w..what talk bout?" Emma questioned her gaze turning to her father. "I...I child n..not perchase."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Feb 10, 2015 22:20:12 GMT 10
Her father snarled, grabbing her hair he pulled her to him "You stay silent girl,"
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