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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:19 pm
"...I believe I have seen a women that looked similar." Caleb eyed the last photo.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:24 pm
Moé shivered, and put the book away..
"That is Maybelline. Starter of the all-women time government, enslaver of men. Mortal enemy of my uncle."
She paused.
"Though... I admit to a fair bit of research of your time period..."
She looked away.
"And what I did, due to the fifteenth pin, violated one of the set rules... And I enjoyed it, so I can't say it was against my will..."
She fell on her knees.
"I'm so horrible...! I just wish that I could suppress these feelings in an easy way that wouldn't lead to me self-destructing or turning to drugs..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:30 pm
"...And this violation would be?" Caleb questioned.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:34 pm
Moé paused, and looked up at him.
"Your being forced to make love to me due to the fifteenth pin's side effect."
She looked away, and squinted, as if being braced to be hit in some manner.
"I... I know you hated everything related to that. But I brought up the pin system, you inherently went after the last pin, I caused you to be violated...!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:42 pm
"....You do not need to apologize to myself." Caleb replied.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:45 pm
Moé sobbed.
"I could never repent or be forgiven. I have violated you, and what you stand for, and that mark shall always... remain. There is no way for you to forgive me, or me to make it up to you...!"
She stood, and, still overwhelmingly guilty, she ran out of the study, up to her room, sobbing in self-loathing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:52 pm
Caleb's hand rose and reached out to fleeing student. He fell back into the chair, putting a pale hand over the holes of the mask.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:58 pm
Moé was still sobbing; the voice visited her again.
Foolish, foolish girl. He's thinking in dismay about how much of an embarrassment you are! He's wondering how to shut you the hell up!
But, I... I tried to show how sorry--
Sorriness means nothing! A mistake is still a mistake! He's thinking of a way to clean his body of your filth.
If I had any knowledge of how, I could--
See? That's why he wishes you would just leave him alone. You're unintelligable, naive, and too pure-hearted for this grim reality he's used to.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:06 pm
Caleb stayed seated, taking a ponderous and familiar tome back onto his lap. He began to read where he had left off in the dogeared book.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:12 pm
See?, Maybelline said. He doesn't care! He does not even come up to say a word of comfort. Not that you deserve it, but I expected some luxuries to bee provided by the man you're undeservant of. In fact, I'm sure many others would love to be in your position, but you're selfish enough to hog it for yourself. You were instructed to be his student and helper, from what I remember, so get to it! No need for romantic feelings when he can easily buy someone much more beautiful and sufficient.
[[I would never, EVER want to be Maybelline's child. s**t...]]
Moé stood almost soullessly, and, as if she was floating, she quietly went to the kitchen and began to make some food, like some sort of slave or abused housewife.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 4:35 pm
Caleb, oblivious to what was going on though out the house, he kept reading. He felt sick for he did not say anything to his student in comfort, he held the pain in as he continued to study in silence.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 12:56 pm
Cirruleic's voice reached Caleb's subconscious perfectly.
How delightful.
She slaves away in the kitchen, for food you detest to eat, in the hopes to make you happy.
You have taken her heart as well as her body, but you care not for either.
No, Caleb, you wish to keep a woman who is perfect in every sense, with faults that are still charming, without any effort on your behalf.
You give only to yourself, and when a beautiful woman begs forgiveness for a natural instinct and want-- which, for you, should be a privilege-- but what do you do?
You coldly tell her she is forgiven, as if she was a murderer and you were the relative.
It is as if expressing her devotion by means of her body-- one of the few ways for her to, as you don't care for her lavishly affectionate words-- was something alien and disgusting.
She was raised by demons in a scarcely-populated-- therefore oversexed-- society.
You wouldn't imagine the pain her body goes through, but, alas, you are too inconsiderate to care for her welfare.
Even though Moé saved your life, and loves you in a way too powerful and beautiful for anyone to match, you view her as nothing but a schoolchild stupidly infatuated with you.
You don't love her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 2:20 pm
Caleb's ghost white hands crumpled into fists, the nails digging into the skin. His breathing grew harsh, something deeply angered him. "....LEAVE!" He roared, his nails puncturing the skin of the palms.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 2:26 pm
Cirruleic laughed as his voice faded.
I thought men of science preferred truth...
Moé mumbled, her voice a monotone.
"I'm sorry Sir... I did not mean to displease you, Sir..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 2:54 pm
"You did not displease myself." Caleb stood, withdrawing his hands to keep the bleeding hidden. "....I am afraid, I have not been the adequate.....lover. I do not wish or need to be forgiven, for I do not return your gestures." His beaked mask hung low as if an invisible noose had been wrapped onto his neck.
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