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The woman awakes.
Her surroundings are unfamiliar.
No. There's a scent. A smell that is not new to her, but old. Very old. It has the horrid displeasure of being neither comforting or scary. It is just known.
"How's your head?"
A gentle voice is addressing her.
Her false mismatched eyes moved to rest on a male.
An older gentleman of pale ragged skin was beside her
with a warm smile across his lips.
He sets a tray down on the side table,
An older gentleman of pale ragged skin was beside her
with a warm smile across his lips.
He sets a tray down on the side table,
contents of steaming hot tea from the look of it.
She knows this face, doesn't she? So why is she not happy to see it?
"Doctor...F-Foster?"
"Yes. You collapsed after we arrived here. Can you handle a warm beverage right now?"
The man was gentle in his speech, saying everything in a slow pace for her mind to grasp.
He removed his coat, tossing it to a nearby chair.
He removed his coat, tossing it to a nearby chair.
Sitting up once her strength was gathered,
the woman makes note of her surroundings.
the woman makes note of her surroundings.
She's in a large room filled with artwork and unremarkable furnishings.
It is not the place she was before.
"Where am I?"
"We are at my apartment. For the time anyway. You gave me quite a scare when you collapsed, little fox."
She takes the cup of tea,
sipping slowly so as to not burn her tongue.
Slowly it returns to her. She'd been taken.
Escorted away after the doctor had attacked another hybrid.
Escorted away after the doctor had attacked another hybrid.
"I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me."
"It's alright."
The man gives her a light kiss on her forehead before returning to his seat upon the wooden floor.
"So 609, I must ask. Why did you leave me?"
The questions has no ties to it,
harboring neither hatred or malice.
The aged man settles his tired eyes on the woman
and waits.
It had been an answer he'd relentlessly sought to get for years after her departure.
The woman on the other hand was at a lost. Her mind busy with voices,
terrible imagery amongst them.
The question alone unlocked so many thing and yet so few answers at the same time.
"I...I don't know."
"Don't lie to me.
Please.
Your mind is broken and this side of you
is where the darkest of the dark seek shelter.
You know exactly why you left, now answer me."
She hesitates, the ripples of tea caused by
vibrations of her quivering fingers revealed her true disposition.
Subconsciously she curses him for knowing her body so well, even better than she was aware.
"I...was afraid and tired. I didn't want to die."
She hesitates, refusing to look at the man that frightened her so.
Letting out a deeply held sigh, the man circles the bed.
The mattress protests to his body weight,
creaking in a fit with each movement.
He gestured for her to rest her head on his lap, leaving the tea discarded for the moment.
She accepts.
"Go on."
"You let them torment me.
You helped them punish me.
I was and still remain a pet.
Why couldn't I have lived normally as a human?
Why did you turn me into this thing?
I hear things I should not.
I sense things I couldn't possibly understand with logic.
My own body turns against me always; never doing what I say.
It follows your words like religious decree.
I wanted to get away from those words."
She sounds nothing like herself at that moment.
It is the other side beaconing to be released again. Alas her mind is not ready yet.
The man says nothing.
He doesn't blink.
After several painfully silent minutes, he rose from his seat, taking the cup with him.
"I'll show you your bed and give you your collar.
We will speak more tomorrow."
Knowing his silence was scarier than any words he could say,
the woman nods and relaxes back into the plush bed.
"So 609, I must ask. Why did you leave me?"
The questions has no ties to it,
harboring neither hatred or malice.
The aged man settles his tired eyes on the woman
and waits.
It had been an answer he'd relentlessly sought to get for years after her departure.
The woman on the other hand was at a lost. Her mind busy with voices,
terrible imagery amongst them.
The question alone unlocked so many thing and yet so few answers at the same time.
"I...I don't know."
"Don't lie to me.
Please.
Your mind is broken and this side of you
is where the darkest of the dark seek shelter.
You know exactly why you left, now answer me."
She hesitates, the ripples of tea caused by
vibrations of her quivering fingers revealed her true disposition.
Subconsciously she curses him for knowing her body so well, even better than she was aware.
"I...was afraid and tired. I didn't want to die."
She hesitates, refusing to look at the man that frightened her so.
Letting out a deeply held sigh, the man circles the bed.
The mattress protests to his body weight,
creaking in a fit with each movement.
He gestured for her to rest her head on his lap, leaving the tea discarded for the moment.
She accepts.
"Go on."
"You let them torment me.
You helped them punish me.
I was and still remain a pet.
Why couldn't I have lived normally as a human?
Why did you turn me into this thing?
I hear things I should not.
I sense things I couldn't possibly understand with logic.
My own body turns against me always; never doing what I say.
It follows your words like religious decree.
I wanted to get away from those words."
She sounds nothing like herself at that moment.
It is the other side beaconing to be released again. Alas her mind is not ready yet.
The man says nothing.
He doesn't blink.
After several painfully silent minutes, he rose from his seat, taking the cup with him.
"I'll show you your bed and give you your collar.
We will speak more tomorrow."
Knowing his silence was scarier than any words he could say,
the woman nods and relaxes back into the plush bed.
End of session
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