Chambered_Melody
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- Posted: Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:55:50 +0000
| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |
••• We're ••• All ••• A ••• Bit ••• Crazy••• Inside •••
That's Sateen To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2302 or ShadowxxxxxxxxMessed in the Head
That's Sateen To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2302 or ShadowxxxxxxxxMessed in the Head
She cuold almost feel his joy, rolling off of him in waves that amounted to pain for Sateen. Her body was still twitching while the button was being pushed, her chest moving the most and her head pushing back against the table she was layen upon. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head no longer saw anything that wasn't made into a blurr. Her body continued to twitch for half a minute when Dario released his hold of the button. She could smell her own flesh, still burning though the shocking had stopped. Once she had control of her own body and sight again, the first thing she did was turn her head slgihtly, wincing as she did so, so she couldn't look to Dario's face. Her jaw clenched she ignored teh few tears that ran down her cheeks, stinging her as they did so. Also ignoring Dario's annoying voice as he spoke with such enthusiasum in his words. His words rang in her mind, though as he spoke, he sounded more like her father then who he really was. That didn't help much at all, only made her wnat to kill him even more. She could almost see her father looking down at her with his smug little grin, as if he had planed for her to be here just to get his own sick revenge. A small growl rippeled though her teeth, though she wasn't looking at all to Dario, but to the unseen figure that leaned agaisnt the corner wall. The hilusination vanished with the growl and sateen let out a small satisfied huff.
She continued to look to the wall, just encase her 'father' was to come back. But she was 'joged' out of her watch with a forceful slapp across the face. Really, she hadn't been listening to Dario much, the whole time tears had beem scilently sliding down her face, her 'father' had just distracted her a bit. So, when Dario slapped her, it was more of a shock then might have been intended. The shock caused her to turn her whole body and hiss firecfully in Dario's direction, her eyes seemed glazed over because she wasn't seeing Dario. But her father again. And no longer was she in the lab of some wack job, but in her house, in her father room, tied down with silk cloth; the only thing that her father could use to keep her down, and still look kinky to him. As anyone could have seen the long shock had messed with her mind just a bit. -Its not perminate, but its obviously something to laugh at- She pulled against her restraints, but of corse wan't going anywhere. It took her about half a minute before she realized what she was doing. She froze in her spot and shook her head with great force. Breathing irragular as she looked around, seeing where she was, she relaxed a bit.
With a heavy sigh she started to laugh a bit, it just happen to be at the same time that Dario started to walk back to her. When he asked if she was satisfied. She couldn't stop laughing. SHe didn't mean to, but to her own serprise, she was so much happyer being her, in pain, and rosting alive. In in her own home, on her fathers bed, being talked to before being assulted in the one way a child really doesn't want to be. After asked her question, she turned her face over to Dario and continued to smile after calming herself down for a long enough moment to speak. "Yes Sir, I can honsestly say I am. I am very satisfied. But you know as well as I, that doesn't matter one bit to you." Her voice was soft and tearful, but somehow it managed to sound almost happy, releaved at the most, but not anything like she though her voice would sound like after being tortured while alive. She had a crazy kind of look to her before she managed to continue to not laugh and force her smirk back on her face. She made a promise to herself to never lose her smile, it was a crazy thing, but something she was going to live though. Either keep the smile, or be emotionless. And to her, emotionless, was something worse then being crazy.




