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Post by trash witch on Nov 12, 2013 14:12:56 GMT -8
ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
1. | Dice | 2. | Fireflies | 3. | Blood | 4. | Sea | 5. | Glass | 6. | Boil | 7. | Machine | 8. | Fantasy | 9. | Dog | 10. | Lust | 11. | Titan | 12. | Free | 13 | Electrify | 14. | Regret | 15. | Children | 16. | City | 17. | Waste | 18. | Smile | 19. | Shackles | 20. | Lights | 21. | Song | 22. | Holiday | 23 | Villain | 24. | Hero | 25. | Fly | 26. | Tease | 27. | Touch | 28. | Hide | 29. | Night | 30. | Naive | 31. | Animal | 32. | Hush | 33. | Soon | 34. | Still | 35. | Friend | 36. | Close | 37. | Together | 38. | Fight | 39. | Mask | 40. | Clean | 41. | Stars | 42. | Panic | 43. | The End | 44. | Text | 45. | Return | 46. | Magical girls | 47. | Gundams | 48. | Bishounen | 49. | Tentacles | 50. | Writer's Choice |
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Post by trash witch on Nov 12, 2013 14:24:05 GMT -8
DICE It was ironic, now that he thought of it, that dice had brought them together. With one toss, Fawn had become his little doll. With a lucky roll, he now had a rag doll. She cooked, she cleaned, so perfectly obedient and overly loyal. Maybe he did actually love her, like she loved him, but in his own fucked up way.
It was as if he rolled dice at night to decide the question, how many bruises do I feel like leaving? Or how many drinks should I have before going home tonight. Some nights it would be two, others six, and depending on her luck maybe it would be more. He loved her, he said as he kisses her bruises the next morning, or he'd say nothing at all as he walked out the door. Walk out, leaving her to deal with whatever she'd done wrong, how mad had she made him? It was her job to figure out, he thought, not bothering to explain why he'd yelled. Or that why when she asked what she did, he had her hands around her throat.
Oh, but he swore he loved her. Or maybe it wasn't ever her he loved, but the way she crawled back every night, a deer in the headlights with bruised cheeks. His beautiful little rag doll, she was always his favourite toy. His favourite toy, the one who always loved him.
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