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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:09 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:13 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:17 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:24 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:27 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:29 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:33 am
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Dr. Sirrah Tayashi
"Love is like the wind..."
"No... no... K-Kevin...?" moaned Sirrah as she came to. She was lying on a hard surface, and her body felt heavy. Her head and neck were achy, and she felt disoriented. What had happened to her? Had she somehow hurt herself while doing the dishes? She remembered dropping a plate, and then... Shadow! Sirrah lurched into a sitting position, her eyes flying open as she gasped. She looked around the room wildly. She had no idea where she was. Nothing smelled or looked familiar. 'I must be in Shadow's realm...' Sirrah forced herself to calm down and absorb details. She was in a dimly lit, enormous room. She was lying on a stone floor. There were plush couches and cushions everywhere. The walls were smooth, white stone, hung with colorful, rich draperies. Candles burned from holders on the walls. A hole in the wall led out to an enormous, breathtaking balcony. She had to admit that the place would be beautiful if it wasn't so frighteningly unfamiliar. The next detail she absorbed was that there were girls everywhere. Hundreds of them; sitting, standing, sleeping, talking, or laughing. Varying ages and species. All dressed in odd outfits. They seemed to be giving Sirrah a wide berth for some reason. Some wore chains. Most wore some kind of collar. Only a few looked completely at ease and unburdened. With a sudden feeling of dread, Sirrah looked down at herself for the first time. She gasped and felt disgusted immediately. Her plain, sensible clothes had been replaced with what looked like a red Jinn outfit. Gold bracelets adorned her arms, and she could feel a tiara of some sort weighing down her hair, which flowed freely down her back. But those were not her most disturbing accessories. A tight, thick collar with a lock was fastened around her throat, a chain hooked through it. No one was holding the chain right now, so it just lay beside her heavily. Her wrists were chained directly to the floor; she could see that she would barely have enough slack to stand. Same with her ankles. 'He knows me so well,' she thought dryly. 'He knows that if he gives me an inch, I'll escape... Of course, I intend to escape anyway. There's no way I'm letting that b*****d touch me.'
"You can't see it, but you can feel it's there."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:45 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:50 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:56 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:24 pm
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