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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:17 pm
Caleb slowly drifted away from her. Hoping it would be unnoticed like his last movement.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:18 pm
Moé's lecherous body tightened its grip again.
[[BZZZZZZT.]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:23 pm
"Let go at once." Caleb commanded.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:25 pm
There was finally a weird snap in Moé's thought process, and she realized what she was doing, and backed away into a corner, wailing.
"I'm so wanton! I can't believe I'd become like my mother, grandmother, and greatgrandfather..."
She sobbed.
"No... I must.... keep my feelings... under control..."
[[It's called 'bloodline disease', Moé.]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:32 pm
Caleb sighed. He began to walk to the study. Falling into his favorite black leather chair, he took the heavy book next to the chair and began to read it again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:37 pm
Moé sighed brokenheartedly.
Though she did have said desire, she didn't want to violate his wishes... which her body had done.
She took out the old bolts form her stay in Hell, and then drove them into her wrists, capping them. Any movement off her arm, or any passerby air, made it very painful, but Moé theorized that pain could keep her alert, so her body couldn't take over.
She stood, and wincing from the pain, she decided to take care of household chores, as usual.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:46 pm
Caleb, for once, was working quite diligently and actually working. He turned on a Bunsen burner to find that, it did not work any longer. He began to search there was not another one in the study. He came back up the stair and continued to search for one.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:49 pm
Moé, wishing to not disturb him again, went up one floor, and silently mopped the hallways. Her heart was telling her it was better to leave him alone, since she had disturbed him to the point of horrid annoyance, and that her presence being unknown would help him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:56 pm
Caleb found another burner and returned down to the study. He set up the burner and lit it. Putting a beaker over it, he added a putrid green liquid into the beaker.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:59 pm
Moé's heart continued to degenerate her, to where she took a gun, and shot herself again. Since it wasn't out of love, just out of self-hate, Moé returned back to normal.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:03 pm
Caleb heard a loud noise, even though he was in the basement. He stood and glided up the stairs and went to the second floor, going to his student. "...What were you doing?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:06 pm
Moé sighed.
"My heart and body tell me to do horrible things. Please go back to what you were doing, it'll make me depressed if you delay your work any more."
She picked up the mop, and continued. The broom's side accidentally pushed that hand's bolt deeper into her wrist, and she let out an inaudible wail of pain.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:12 pm
Caleb knocked the broom out of her hands. "And why do you have such..Devices embedded into you skin?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:17 pm
Moé fumbled to pick the broom back up, and continued sweeping.
"In the fairy tale 'The Snake Prince', the princess can stay awake to see her husband since she cuts her hand and rubs salt into it. Likewise..."
She showed him her free hand's bolt.
"I'm using the pain form these Hell-brand torture devices to keep me from becoming too comfortable, therefore my body can't act out its lust for you in a moment of weakness. It's... working, so..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:22 pm
Caleb sighed. "Do as you must." He turned and returned back to the study.
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