Quantities of Quarrels
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- Posted: Thu, 29 Dec 2011 06:54:42 +0000
- ◤◢ Micca Kennith Absalom ◣◥
In a world that I don't want to know
With a message that I never want to send
To be free from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
Don't tell me I can not go
With a wound that refuses to mend
Deliver me from all of this
I want you to quicken my end
At her explanation, Micca merely nodded, his mind flickering back to his last "master". The explanation sounded similar to his own, someone dehumanized her, treated her as a second class citizen, and she had to prove her strength. It was empowering to hear in a way, only Micca had never meant to kill his "master". He had simply snapped, though he didn't regret what he had done. At the thought of the man who once sought to control him a scowl formed upon Micca's lips, his left hand reaching over his shoulder to feel a few scars on his back. How many times had he been dragged into that damn room and tortured? How many lashings had he gone through, beatings, rapes, how many days of torment did he endure before he slaughtered the monster in cold blood? Micca had no idea. Last time he had known the date he was eighteen. At least a year had passed since then, possibly more, was he as old as he thought he was or older? It was a mystery that would never be solved unless he got out of this cage...
"Mine tortured me a bit too much..." Micca said, his voice low, almost sad. "Do you ever regret it?" He asked, his good eye looking up from the floor and around the shop. "Because I don't...not in the least." Micca explained, unsure as to why he was telling this woman such a thing. Surely she didn't care, she had been humming before this, if only for a moment. She probably would rather talk about something else, if she wanted to talk at all, but Micca had nothing else to talk about. The weather? They were inside, and Micca didn't know what season it was let alone what year...
"Mine tortured me a bit too much..." Micca said, his voice low, almost sad. "Do you ever regret it?" He asked, his good eye looking up from the floor and around the shop. "Because I don't...not in the least." Micca explained, unsure as to why he was telling this woman such a thing. Surely she didn't care, she had been humming before this, if only for a moment. She probably would rather talk about something else, if she wanted to talk at all, but Micca had nothing else to talk about. The weather? They were inside, and Micca didn't know what season it was let alone what year...
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