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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Toying around◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ He didn't avoid her question? So what he said before was suppose to be an answer to Coralline's question? How weak! Then again, the boy seems to keep his answers short as if he is scared to give a detailed answer. Someone or something is terrifying him and is certainly not her. Its disappointing to her that she isn't the source of his fear, so who or what is more terrifying than her? He says death but she hardly believes him. Whatever, it will reveal itself in due time. Hopefully its not because she is getting soft...getting old must really suck. Back then people would pee in their pants from just looking at her...oh well. She is in Janhall now so people like her are normal. "'Death itself scares me' is not a specific answer and nothing special with your case. There has to be something about death that scares you. After all, a majority of people fear death, but they all have their own reasons about why they fear death so much: not being able to do everything in their bucket list in time, not wanting to leave behind their family, friends, treasures. Things like that that make people want to live...so why do you want to live?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 10:57 am
 He wondered why she was being so nosy Maybe she is a therapist after all, he thought. Damian couldn't figure out any other reason than plain old curiosity, or even more dangerous, using the knowledge as ammo to instill more fear into him. Still, it was a good question. It wasn't one he put much thought into. It could just be self preservation, as the demon seemed to be hell bent (no pun intended) on getting him in trouble.
"Well…I guess I'm boring then…sorry." he started. He didn't think she would accept that answer, so he continued. "I don't want to die the way I am now…also, I've…I've done some bad things, and I want to make up for it". The boy was starting to look more solemn than anything, "I don't have any friends to speak of…and my family…my family's ashamed of me, I'm sure".
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 8:23 pm
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Toying around◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ Oh? Bad things? Redemption? Now Coralline is getting somewhere with this boy. On top of the no friends, this boy is an unintentional loner who believes that he is the source of bad things happening to those around him, so instead of trying to have friends or a relationship with the family, perhaps being alone is the better option. Often therapist see this as a mental problem, but in a place like Janhall and even people like her who do exists outside of Janhall, sometimes it is not as simple as a mental problem. Only through further study she can be absolutely sure and since she is keeping her as his slave, she might as well kill some time to study him. For now she kept silent and let the boy continue to massage her legs, although she occasionally messed around with him teasing his face with one of her sharp fingers and weaving webs around him. When he was done with the massaging all her legs, she said to him, "That was an entertaining session, but our time is up for now. You can come back in the office tomorrow evening if you're up for another session. When you wake up in the morning, there will be a list of things for you to do in the kitchen. Any guestroom in this house is available. Sleep tight...and don't let the bed bugs bite...they can be quite...gruesome."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 9:02 pm
 By the time he was done, his hands felt sore. He stood up and picked a few strands of web off of himself, shuddering a bit. When she was wrapping that stuff everywhere, he thought he was going to get eaten. It was getting stuck on his hands…eugh.
"Aha…right….bed bugs…", he laughed nervously, hoping she was just saying that to frighten him. He was starting to think that she was just enjoying the show, and didn't plan to actually harm him. If so, he could probably deal with this somehow.
A whole room to himself and the woman probably has a job during the day…it can't be that bad, as long as she isn't around, he thought. Maybe now he could let himself breathe and hopefully get a good nights rest.
"Think again, fly boy…", the demon grinned wickedly.
The boy went off to find a free room, trying to ignore both the shadow and his empty stomach. He did break in to find some dinner after all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:53 am
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Dealing with a whiner◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ Morning came...ugh. Why does the morning have to be so annoying? Oh right, people love to talk about their issues in the morning for some dumb reason. Whatever, its a paycheck so she just has to deal with it. Getting up from bed, the first thing she did was reach into her drawers and took a bottle filled with a glowing green liquid and drank a small sip. That one small sip was all she needed in order for her body to transform into a temporary humanoid state. The spider half of her body changed into a pair of human legs and the six red eyes have been reduced to one pair of red eyes similar to a human. After drinking the potion she took a brief shower in the bathroom joined with her room, got dressed and went to the kitchen. On a piece of paper she wrote down all the list of chores that her slave will have to do, like cleaning, trimming the lawn and so on. The only thing she did for him is breakfast since she will be meeting with her patient early. Her breakfast consisted of decaffeinated coffee and buttered toast. She leave her slave with eggs, bacon and toast for him to eat by the time he gets downstairs. Right on cue, her patient arrived and she opened the door to let him into her home and took him into her study for the two of them to have their session. ""
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:00 pm
Damian awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. It was so warm and inviting. For a brief moment, he thought he was back at home with his family. As he sat up and looked at the unfamiliar guest room, all the memories came flooding back to him. He was living in a monsters house…as a slave. Damian almost missed his old life of being homeless. With a deep sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, still in his clothes from yesterday….and the day before, but now sporting some impressive bed head. He found the kitchen again and was amazed to find food left out untouched, with no sign of Miss Spider.
He took a glance at the list she had left out, the only sign that she was there besides the dishes in the sink. More cleaning, yard work….not exactly a walk in the park, but he could manage. With that, he helped himself to some food, it was still a bit warm. He wondered if she was still in the house, or if she already left to go to work. After he finished eating, he decided to clean the dishes first, then put leftovers in the fridge.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 8:42 pm
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Feeling hungry◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ Blah blah blah. That's all Coralline could hear coming from this guy. Yeah, he has depression. He has problems, he feels like he is trapped in darkness, blah blah blah. Honestly, why does he feel miserable? Hes a doctor for goodness sake! He also has a loving wife and two great kids! Whats so messed up about his life that he can't seem to get over? Well, it could be due to a few failed surgeries that ended up killing those patients. So you messed up a few times. Big deal. That comes with the territory when you're a doctor trying to save someone's life. Of course, she wouldn't say that to his face because she had to be a professional. Their session lasted for about two hours before she walked with the doctor outside her home where the boy was busy trimming the hedges around her home. The doctor would thank the woman for her time and looked forward to seeing her next week for the next session. Once the doctor was gone, that innocent smile that was plastered on Coralline's face quickly became evil as she looked at the boy and said to him, "I'm hungry slave. Make me lunch. Do surprise me and hopefully you will come up with something I like. Otherwise...well, perhaps one of your fingers will do for a nice snack before my next patient arrives."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:17 pm
When he looked at her, he didn't recognize the lady, but with the way she spoke, he assumed it was the spider. She didn't look anything like herself, he couldn't help but make a face of confusion. He wondered if she could just magically change her form, like some kind of shapeshifter. Not wanting to keep her waiting, he put the hedge clippers down and headed inside.
"Okay…Mistress", he added. It felt weird calling her that, he didn't like it. After looking for various food items, he decided to make something quick but filling. She had only had coffee it seemed, and…well, he would like to keep his fingers. After washing his hands, he grabbed some chicken leftovers from the fridge and cooked some penne. The finished product was a lemon pepper chicken pasta. While he was preparing the food, he was wondering what else he could make if she happened to hate it. He prayed it wouldn't come to that.
He brought it over to her a bit nervously, stepping away after doing so. He acted as if she were going to hit him or something. He was also a bit nerved out over the change in her appearance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 7:31 pm
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Hunger somewhat satisfied◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ With Coralline's slave inside her home, she went back inside and sat at a couch in the living room reviewing her notes of the doctor she was with moments ago while her slave cooked her lunch. According to notes she made today, its the same old same old with the doctor with only slight improvements to his psyche. By next week he will probably have a nervous breakdown. That would be fun to see. Since nothing new had developed and its going to be another two hours before her next patient arrived, she decided to take a quick nap while waiting for her lunch. The smell of lemon pepper chicken pasta woke her from her nap just in time as her slave brought after her meal. It looked promising but she had to taste it just to be sure. She took the plate from him, only one of her fingernails scratched his hand soft enough to cause the boy to tense up for her amusement before taking a bite of what he made. "Hmm...somewhat bland but passable. Good for you, you get to avoid a torture session...for now....now whats with that look on your face? Is it perhaps my current form? Surprising isn't it. Unfortunately spiders don't have a good reputation as doctors so this form has to do for work purposes only."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 3:25 am
'Torture?', he thought. 'This is definitely the same person…', he made a worried expression, thinking about how this whole situation was torture enough. What would her brand of torture even entail? Still, at least he had a bed to sleep in and food to eat. All that at the low cost of free will. He thought maybe he could score some brownie points if he showed her some sympathy. Maybe make up for his average cooking skills.
"Uh…that's a shame…competence should be all that matters", that was probably too obvious, but he was trying, and he did believe what he said.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 9:23 pm
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Hunger somewhat satisfied◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ Did Coralline's slave try to show some sympathy for her after telling him why she has to adopt a human form for her profession? Oh wow...that is so funny! The woman actually started to laugh and for the boy to witness her laughing, it may either creep him out or find momentary relief. To think that this boy is trying to show sympathy to someone who is treating him like a slave. That's almost inconceivable! She laughed for about twenty seconds before managing to calm herself down, evilly grinned toward her slave and said to him, "Despite how amused I am by what you just said, I don't need your sympathy. If I didn't need the paycheck, I wouldn't have to adopt such a weak form....but don't get used to seeing me like this. I'm sure you're just...dying...to see me in my natural form."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 10:04 am
Her laughter made him nervous. Damian wasn't expecting her to laugh, and he wanted her to be predictable so he could avoid danger. With her bringing up death, it made him even more uneasy. Even though she was still scary to him looking like this, he preferred this form. It was familiar and less creepy. "Idiot boy…did you hear? She is weak in this body", the shadow hissed at him. Damian took a deep breathe, already seeing where the demon was going with this. "No spider powers…a slower form…this is the perfect opportunity…she won't expect anything", it continued. "She'll never let you go…you know that…", it's voice became louder, "What are you waiting for? KILL HER" Damian winced at the volume, his heart racing. It shouldn't be this loud, this clear. He was near perfectly calm before, how does it have this much strength? He wondered if the demon could be this powerful all the time, and simply chose to provoke him when he was in an anxious state of mind. This was too much. He mumbled, barely audible if at all, "Shut up…"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 11:49 am
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: A session with my slave◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ The lemon pepper chicken pasta may not satisfy Coralline's taste buds, but it was edible enough for her to eat the whole plate and abate her hunger for the time being. However, she may not be so lenient with her slave next time. After all, she expects better from him. Now she can just let him return to his other chores that he is suppose to do but where is the fun in that? No, she wants to spend some time with her slave. Make him feel "comfortable". "You seem so tense...why don't you sit down and tell me all about it? After all, a wittle old spider like me doesn't terrify you as much as death, so what seems to be the matter? Is death knocking at your door? Perhaps a voice in your head telling to you do something that you're uncomfortable with me? Indulge me!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 12:38 pm
No, no…this was bad. He could feel himself start to sweat. Sitting with her would only make the demon more pushy. He could offer to do something more productive, but that could be interpreted as disobeying…He decided to take the risk. "I-I'm fine…I'm just not feeling well…", he started. It wasn't a lie exactly, just not the entire truth. She was really good at hitting the nail on the head though, guessing that a voice was speaking to him. "You were just working…uh, is there something I could do to help you relax?"The shadow barked at him in a booming voice, "TAKE THAT FORK AND STAB HER IN THE EYES"The boy winced again, holding back the urge to cover his ears. He needed to act normal. Act normal.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 11:06 am
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►Ⓒσяαℓιиє Ⓓєsтιиα◄
►ι αм: Single◄
►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: A session with my slave◄
►ωнєяє αм ι: Townhouse◄
►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Look at image◄
╚══════════════╝ Not feeling well but fine at the same time. Struggling with his speech despite not having a speech impediment and now offering Coralline some way for her to relax after the laborious hours she spent listening to a doctor complain with certain things going wrong with his life she can honestly care less about. Well, a massage would be nice so the first thing she did was remove the white she was wearing. Then she laid on her front side on the couch she was sitting on before telling her slave, "You have soft hands slave...use them again. This time we'll take it easy with my back but I'll expect all eight of my legs after I'm done with my next patient...so why aren't you feeling well? You do realize that despite the fact that you're my slave, you're living a good house and I do make sure that you're fed. I could have just eaten you last night and move on. But I didn't. I spared you and keep you fed while you do all the dirty work around the house and do exactly as I say. Aren't I being fair here?"
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