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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 13:54:38 GMT 10
"Alright' He breathed turning to the first page and starting to read the new book.
She glared at him as best as she could crying the whole time but also leaving him a little gift. The food he had forced into her came back up, leaving a mess all over his shirt.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 13:56:54 GMT 10
She snuggled closer to him, small slender hands holing onto him lightly
He punched her hard "How dare you!"
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 14:00:22 GMT 10
As he turned the pages something called inside his head, a voice, changing mingling with his own.
This time she brought up blood her tiny body passing out.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 14:01:45 GMT 10
She yawned softly, curling up into him
"Urgh"
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 14:03:47 GMT 10
"Wow hey, I'm not a bed"
"Leave er. more trouble den she's worth"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 21:37:40 GMT 10
SHe looked up at him with tiered confused eyes
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 22:06:09 GMT 10
"just...just sleep" he sighed holding her closely.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 22:08:09 GMT 10
She snuggled into him embrace, looking at the book with half asleep eyes
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 22:09:51 GMT 10
He himself closed his eyes, sleep taking hold.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 22:30:13 GMT 10
She nodded off to sleep with him, staying close to him.
Hours later the two mothers walked in silently. "Oh Grace, that is beyond adorable..."
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 22:31:43 GMT 10
"yes it is, we should go before we wake them up"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 22:35:03 GMT 10
Marie nodded, closing the door quietly
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 22:41:49 GMT 10
Emma's tummy grumbled but she dared not hope for food, even if her 'master' did bring her something in his later visit she knew there was a chance she'd bring it up. Besides...she didn't really feel much like eating. Her jaw still hurt from the last punch he had given her, her lip stinging every time she bite her lip or tried to drink the little water that trickled in through the cracks in her cell. She had come to know her master quite well over the years and she somehow didn't think she could take another beating.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Nov 25, 2015 22:53:46 GMT 10
Marie and Charles has visited and stayed many a times within their trip to America, before returning back to France. Soon after their return Marie had grown severely ill, passing when Christine was only four, before her mothers body was cold in the ground her father remarried, the very nurse who had tended to her dying mother, only finding out that her father had been unloyal to her mother when her half siblings moved in with her step mother.
Christine was on her hands and knees scrubbing the hallway floor of her families home, her six year old body hard at work to make the tiles shine brightly before her step mother got home with her half siblings,sighing, stopping she tied her hair back yet again.
Now a thin young girl, who had only just turned six yet had been used to this life for the last two years. She had once lived downstairs with her father and mother, but as soon as the marriage was official her new mother shoved her upstairs, not wanting to see the child that was proof she wasn't his first love. She had long golden locks that would shimmer and glimmer in the light when she was allowed to wash, her clothes were raggedy having been worn and washed repeatedly, changed only when too much of her young form was on show.
She got back to work, focusing on what she had to do as she always did to stop herself from crying her little heart out as she did every night when she was finally given permission to go to bed.
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Post by witch on Nov 25, 2015 23:05:52 GMT 10
Emma didn't know what he'd want her to look like today. She was his DOLL as he called her, dressing her up before 'play time.' It was somewhat funny, in all her years she had never seen herself in the mirror, just the reflection of his eyes. Her father having always told her she was ugly and it was her father Emma agreed with. The scares, the knotted hair (when it wasn't brushed) and her skin and bone body hardly made for someone of dreams and therefore she should be 'greatful' for her masters time in trying to change that.
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