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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 5:52 pm
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Charity initially stared on, not quite comprehending what she just heard. She tried and tried to understand, but she just couldn't separate pain from misery. She just couldn't. Yet, here he was - hurting. Hurting because of her. Hurting, and loving it. She let out a strangled laugh, yet there was no merriment in her eyes. Only guilt...and confusion. Shaky hands reached inside the basket she carried for a key. A key she kept dropping. A key that just wouldn't. Stay. STILL. Yet she didn't become frustrated. No, her mind was lost on the revelation that Schwartz was some kind of masochist. It was crazy. He was crazy. Crazy and weird and odd and what happened to the prideful, dignified man she came to almost admire? It was strange. Dirty. She didn't like this, not one bit. Yet, what was she to do? It was her fault he was broken, now. Broken like her, yet broken differently too. As far as she knew, he was still mortal - so he could still die if just left there. Part of her wanted to, so he wouldn't be ruined any further. Yet, a twisted part of herself wanted to mend him so that he would suffer instead of her. He liked it, didn't he? Then he should become ugly and twisted, so he could take her place. So she could be free. Naturally, the ugly side of her won. Charity eventually managed to get a proper hold of her key and invite herself in, soon setting up shop beside the man and preparing to treat his wounds. "Does he...does he really savor it? The hurt? The misfortune?" she asked, her bafflement rather clear in both her tone and inquisitive expression.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 6:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 6:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 6:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 7:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 7:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 7:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 9:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 11:51 am
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To that, the madwoman couldn't help but smile. The master, for all his faults and abuses, was indeed mortal. Sure, he would eventually know the sweet release of death, but he was not - or so she hoped - a permanent addition to her life. If she were truly lucky and brazen enough, she might possibly be able to speed about the process. Oh, yes, this was wonderful news indeed. "Wise words, if wasted. The coward is a fool who believes in the staying power of fear and misery." she spoke softly, sounding genuinely happy - not the exciteable cheerfulness that she held when he first began tutoring her, but a calm sort of content. Well, almost content. She was of course a bit bitter towards her circumstance, but it wasn't as prominent as it normally was.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:45 pm
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