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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 12:39:07 GMT -5
*Rolls eyes.* No dear. Rolo only comes when I drink. You are unwell.*He bangs his hand on the side of the bed.* Need I explain again?
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 12:41:29 GMT -5
Marianne didn't answer him, just scrambled off the bed and ran for the door. She grabbed the handle and rattled it desperately.
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 12:46:32 GMT -5
*Sighs and grabs her, picking her up and throwing her on the bed.* Please desist.
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 12:49:47 GMT -5
She kicked out at him in fear and anger, her foot connecting squarely with his stomach.
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 13:53:35 GMT -5
*Grabs Marianne feet and ties them together with the rope.* Now, I didn't want to do this love.* Takes her hands and handcuffs her to the bed.*
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 13:59:19 GMT -5
Marianne struggled but to no avail - she was still too weak from the chloroform. Tears of confusion, frustration and a hint of fear welled in her eyes as she stared up at the man she had once called husband. "Why are you doing this? You know I'm not sick. What are you going to do to me?"
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Post by Irene on Oct 15, 2006 13:59:55 GMT -5
((I'm still wondering what he wants with all those wives.))
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 14:04:48 GMT -5
(( I think its something to do with a childlike fixation on the 7 dwarfs.))
*Raoul sat next to her on the bed and placed a calming hand on her stomach.* I only want you to be well. *He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips.
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Post by Irene on Oct 15, 2006 14:05:52 GMT -5
((Yeah, but the odds are that they'll eventually run into each other. By the way, how many do you have right now?))
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 14:06:54 GMT -5
Marianne felt that same little spark when their lips met, but quickly shut her eyes as if to drown out the horrible, unbelievable scenario she was in. She was angry at herself for responding to the kiss, but told herself it was only natural - after all, he had been her husband.
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 14:09:16 GMT -5
((Including Marianne as no divorce has occurred. 3 Fiances and a wife. Working on 4.))
*Raoul began to kiss up her neck and placed his hands firmly on her waist.* Now, do you wish for me to take the ropes off?
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Post by Irene on Oct 15, 2006 14:09:53 GMT -5
((What other sues are left?))
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Post by Rose on Oct 15, 2006 14:10:26 GMT -5
"I..." Marianne found herself unable to respond, as if her tongue was tied as securely as her limbs. She struggled feebly. "You wouldn't."
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Post by River on Oct 15, 2006 14:11:09 GMT -5
((If you turn incestieus I will have to murder you.))
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 14:13:02 GMT -5
((... Faline.... she is carrying his baby.. and I might try Virginia...))
*Raoul grinned.* Wouldn't what?
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