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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2007 20:01:18 GMT -5
*Sylvia cowered, her breath coming faster and more shallow.*
"More than anything...more than everything I have. It is for you, only for you. Keep me here, always here."
*She grasped the bars of the headboard, his tie still on her wrist.*
"Bind me that I might serve only you. Keep me...punish me for my wickedness. Cleanse me that I might be good enough for you."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 1, 2007 20:07:02 GMT -5
"I'll purge you of your sins."
*He spoke smoothly, almost gently*
"You will repent of your wickedness."
FADE OUT
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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2007 20:12:33 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Sylvia's breath was shallow, faint tears mingling with the sweat on her face. She twisted her bound wrist slightly, looking to Crane. She pursed her lips, unsure if he would have her speak yet. She nuzzled her head against him gently, kissing his skin softly, her lashes fluttering against it. Her voice was timid.*
"Sir...are you...are you satisfied?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 1, 2007 20:17:40 GMT -5
*Crane gently untied her, and held her body close to his.*
"Sylvia, don't do this to me. I am an evil man, and I have made peace with that fact. But I do not wish to be cruel to you."
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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2007 20:22:29 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked up at him gently, her eyes filled with tenderness.*
"Sir...I deserved your cruelty. I will take my punishment when it is deserved. I told you once I would not have a good man. I stand by that. If I hurt you, you have the right to exact your vengeance. I want to earn your love, your affections. By whatever means are necessary. But..."
*She sucked her lip and kissed his chest gently.*
"I will endeavor to not incur your wrath. I live to see you smile for me."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 1, 2007 20:30:29 GMT -5
*Crane kissed her sweetly on her brow*
"I think I'll like that."
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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2007 20:35:25 GMT -5
*Sylvia rubbed her wrist and sat cautiously, very sore, but happy. She looked back to him with a gentle smile.*
"I am pleased to hear you say so."
*She repositioned herself, laying her head against his chest.*
"I have also seen Mondego. I didn't know if you got my note...if there was time..."
*She pressed herself up to look at him.*
"He...he said he came to see you."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 1, 2007 21:14:13 GMT -5
"What?"
*Crane sat up*
"He must have given a different name. That's exceedingly odd. He must have been the man who called himself Edmund."
*He thought a bit harder*
"The man who made advances towards me."
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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2007 21:17:32 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked very confused.*
"I'm sorry, sir...what do you mean?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 1, 2007 21:21:24 GMT -5
*He turned a pale shade of red*
"I mean, that he seemed to be expressing an interest in...intimate physical relations with me. Of a kind he could not have with women."
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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2007 21:25:02 GMT -5
*Sylvia's lips parted, unsure of what to say. It...it almost made sense...the acts...the comment at the cafe... Her eyes searched his, her lips twisting as her brain fought for understanding.*
"What did he...did he...touch you?"
*She was slipping into a strange aggression, but she couldn't stop herself.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 2, 2007 18:26:41 GMT -5
"Well, he..."
*Crane tried to remember what exactly had happened.*
"He told me I had pretty eyes."
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Post by Sylvia on May 2, 2007 18:31:42 GMT -5
*Sylvia's lip quivered and her fists clenched. She fought, relatively unsuccessfully, to keep her voice calm.*
"I can see why you would think such things. And what did you say to this? How did he take it?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on May 2, 2007 18:34:03 GMT -5
"I didn't have a chance to respond. He ran out of the room as soon as he said it."
*He looked at Sylvia*
"Were you afraid I had encouraged him?"
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Post by Sylvia on May 2, 2007 18:43:16 GMT -5
*Sylvia couldn't stop shaking. She turned sharply away from him, looking for something...anything. She grabbed a tin on the vanity and threw it hard against the mirror, shattering it. She grasped a large shard in her hand, not cautious how sharp it was.*
"He would...to me...without...without even wanting me? That...I am no pet...to remember him...remember him...and why?"
*Sylvia mumbled and shook as she tugged off her stocking, revealing the branded ankle. She placed the glass against it, drawing a trace of blood.*
"To me! To ruin me so...to break me...and why?"
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