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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:07:07 GMT -5
Flanna looked down...and then up again. "..and how did I end up in your shirt?" She said softly, her voice still only a memory of what it used to be. "..I didn't sleep change I don't think.."
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:08:41 GMT -5
He grinned a bit, albeit guiltily. "...Sorry. I just...didn't want you to wake up in their clothes. It just didn't seem right. "
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:14:24 GMT -5
Flanna sighed. "..I...never let...you.." She shut her eyes a bit. "Sorry. I trust you..its just..." She shrugged. "...this is hard for me."
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:15:59 GMT -5
Razor shook his head, "No...Im sorry. I guess i should have...i dunno." He hadn't done anything, really.... he had been a little too tired to do much more then redress her and fall into bed himself. And he wouldn't have done anything anyway.
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:17:47 GMT -5
She sighed. "It's okay..I just dislike my body..." She shrugged. Her chest, hips were too big. She had curves that brought too much attention. She had been forced to face it stuck in the Raconteurs clothing at all times.
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:28:02 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. However, saying her body was beautiful would make her assume he had looked - and saying nothing would make her assume he agreed. "....That is of course, your opinion, love."
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:33:22 GMT -5
Flanna nodded and closed her eyes for a moment. "Well.." She stood up shakily, a bit weak. "..where did you put my clothing?" She looked at him with her big eyes, the china doll still sitting ther.
"...they will be missing me."
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:37:17 GMT -5
"Sure they are." He replied, looking up and meeting her eyes with his own. "but that doesnt mean you're going back. In fact, you're never going back. And if they come looking for you, they have to get past me."
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:40:08 GMT -5
Flanna shook her head. "No...simply won't do." She went over and saw her clothing and picked them up, heading for the bathroom. "...they...they are fine. I deserved what I got...but they showed me my place."
She had somehow become a merge of old Flanna and New...Stokholm syndrome. Her mind was simply tired of trying to figure things out and had taken a ..minor vacation.
"Do excuse me hun."
(...I have no control over flanna muse)
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:43:23 GMT -5
Razor was on his feet, moving to her side in two seconds, taking the clothes from her. He reached for the dresser and grabbed a match. He struck it, threw it on the floor, and watched as the rug burned away....along with the clothes he threw on top of it.
Making sure she wasn't going to jump in after them, Razor met her eyes, his own hard. "Now you listen here. If thats how you want to play it, i'll tell you where your place is right now."
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:46:11 GMT -5
Flanna growled as she fought to grab her clothing, but knew she couldnt save them.
"...You don't own me. I was beaten every day because I couldn't let go of what you made me think I was! I lost my finger because I failed them...and because you failed me! Do you know what its like to watch your own finger get chopped off?" She was nearly screaming, her eyes afire. "...You can't TELL me anything!"
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:50:31 GMT -5
Taking two steps toward her, he gently slammed her into the wall, hands on he arms and face inches away. "Watch me." He hissed. "Im going to tell you how it is, and you're going to believe me. Know why?" His grip tightened just a bit, "Because you know its TRUE."
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:53:23 GMT -5
And Razor did the wrong thing.
The minute she hit the wall and the hands clamped around her arms, her body went ridged, eyes large and empty. Seeing Razor like this jolted her enough to cause her to bury herself inside her again.
She stared off into nothing, mouth set in a thin line. "...I won't do it again, sir. Sorry."
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Post by razor on Sept 26, 2006 16:55:18 GMT -5
Razor realized what he had done a split-second too late. "Da*n it." He cursed, his hands falling from her arms, to rest on either side of her against the wall, head bowed. "Why?" He whispered, heart ripping itself to pieces. "Why cant you just stay with me..."
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Post by flanna on Sept 26, 2006 16:57:51 GMT -5
Flanna flinched, breathing as the hands left her arms. "...you know I can't go anywhere...so of course I must stay." She slipped from under him, heading towards the bathroom. "...sir, may I have permission to bathe?"
She stopped speaking for a bit, then spoke again. "...without you watching?"
Those last three words held a bit too much information in them, but just rolled off her tongue in her submissive stance.
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