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 Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 8:31 pm
The boy smiled a bit in relief, know knowing that he was safe. Snuggling up against his chest, he was asleep within half a minute. He was that comfortable where before he was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. Another reason for his restlessness might be because of the fact that he used to sleep with other slaves, using their body warmth to keep himself warm. A warm body definitely felt better than an empty bed.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 8:34 pm
Jezebel fell asleep soon as well enjoying the company, it beat being lonely most nights.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 8:39 pm
In the morning, the boy slowly woke up as he attempted to open his eyes. But, after a few tries, he realized that he couldn't. That didn't stop him from retrying; it was a reflex, after all. Yawning widely, he laid there for a minute or two, waiting for the doctor to wake up as well.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 9:02 pm
Jezebel shifted before sitting up and looking at the boy.
"Morning, should we go downstairs and eat?" he asked the boy cheerfully.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 9:08 pm
The boy smiled at the other's cheeriness before nodding. Slowly sliding off the bed, he waited for Jezebel to lead him downstairs since he'd most likely fall down the stairs. And that wouldn't be a good way to start.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 8:06 pm
Jezebel carefully lead the boy downstairs and into the kitchen as he started to cook.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 5:58 am
The boy sat patiently in one of the chairs Jezebel sat him in... Or, at least, he tried to be patient. Every couple of minutes, he raised his head to sniff the air, eager to get a proper meal into his belly. He would've asked what the man was making, since these smells were new and he didn't know which scent came from what, but he still couldn't speak. It would most likely take a full three day meal of breakfast, lunch, and dinner in order for that to be accomplished.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 1:40 pm
Jezebel smiled to the boy a bit as he finished cooking. It was just the basics; eggs, bacon and toast. He walked over and put the plate in front of the boy and smiled bit.
"Can you use a fork?" he asked handing the boy a fork curious ifhe knew how to use it properly.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 2:09 pm
The boy couldn't help but tilt his head slightly in a cute curious manner, wondering what that is. He's never used any kind of utensils himself; he was always force fed his meals like every other slave. Realizing something, he, then, pointed to his eyes, indicating that he couldn't use it anyway due to his eyelids being permanently closed.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:50 pm
Jezebel couldn't help but smile when the boy tilted his head, it was cute.
"Ok, i understand." he said sitting down to feed the boy with a smile.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 9:22 pm
The boy smiled happily as he was fed, it having been a while since he had real food with a good, non-drugged taste to it. Before, he could taste the drugged food he was given. And if he tried to spit it out, he would get a back hand and just the pills would be given to him. He hated that. But here, he simply couldn't get enough of the meal Jezebel made for him. He could actually feel himself getting stronger after every bite was swallowed. The strength was a better feeling than the helplessness he was feeling yesterday.
((Sorry about not replying for a while. Had a lot on my plate.))
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 9:28 pm
Jezebel smiled happily feeding the boy. He was certainly pleased by his rapid improvement and felt a bit of trust between both of them.
(It's fine, i've been busy as well with getting things set up for my job..I may not be on a lot tonight through Sunday. Work related stuff.)
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 5:00 pm
A few hours after breakfast, Jezebel had decided to give the boy a bath to clean him up a bit. As he was doing that, the other, having nothing else to do, tried to test his vocal cords. He was able to make a few noises that were a mix of a moan and a wheeze. He seemed frustrated that he still couldn't speak yet and would be cry if his eyes weren't sealed with the scars.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 4:47 pm
Jezebel dried the boy off and got him dressed with a little smile. At least the boy was making some noises now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 4:58 pm
But some noise wasn't going to satisfy the boy. He wanted to actually speak, to say his name, to communicate with the man that so graciously let him stay with him. So, trying once more, he forced his vocal cords to work. "T-th-thank... You..." He finally managed to croak out, his voice sounding extremely misused. It hurt to speak, but inside, he was so happy, he could almost scream to the top of his lungs... Although, against better judgment, he didn't.
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