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Jun 16, 2015 15:29:35 GMT -5
Post by sylvia laboi on Jun 16, 2015 15:29:35 GMT -5
She laid on the floor, tired, used. Is this really what Hyde wanted, was it really worth it? Her dress was nothing but rags now and hardly worth even trying to piece together. She tried to get up, but fell onto her knees. The second time she tried to stand up she did, but she was sore and in pain. Is this how it would always be? Is this how it would be from now on? Sylvia still felt that Hyde could change, that even though she was rough and cruel, she had a softer side to her. That was the side Sylvia aimed to find. She was hurt, and she bleed, her neck was still dripping slightly and the blood ran down over her chest. The first thing she needed was a bath, she needed to be cleaned. Luckily miss Hyde was a noble and they had the running water needed for a quick bath.
"Understood, I will go clean up." She did not look at Hyde, instead she kept her eyes low and found the door after a few weaken stumbles. She then opened the door and stepped into the hallway. She would go and bathe and then return later when once again called to her owner's side.
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Jun 16, 2015 16:15:33 GMT -5
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Post by hyde on Jun 16, 2015 16:15:33 GMT -5
Hyde watched as Sylvia stumbled. She made no move to help her. Although she considered livestock to be less than even the weakest of strigoi, she was no above them so that she would not let them taint her, try to do anything to them.
In a way, Sylvia was right. There was a softer side, a kinder side, but fifty years in this tainted world full of corruption and deception it was a bit hard to stay in touch with that side. Hyde wasn't even sure she wanted that side - wouldn't it be much easier if she dispelled that side and revealed in the cruelty of her kind. she called out, just before Sylvia stepped through the door.
"Tonight, after dinner, come to my room." She would not feed but her lust was still unsatisfied.
sylvia laboi
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