Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 15:13:51 GMT -5
As Sonya stood there in the room the guard in question who had committed the act of negligence sat in a chair to one side of the room and his wife on the opposite side. She was half tempted to just starting working on the wife before even asking questions to the guard, but this was his third error he had committed and this one was more than just a minor mishap.
" Tie the rookies arms up and then everyone expect Mr Flinch out of the room." Sonya said aloud.
As the guards tied the Taylor hands and left. Sonya approached the wife Emily slowly, like a fox sneaking up to its prey she gently crossed the room and was ready to pounce on her prey. But Emily had already faced the scalp of Sonya, she had already been broken down and patched up again to Sonya's liking. Emily refused to look Sonya in to the face and when she did she trembled in fear with the recount of former pain. As Sonya finally got with in reach, her hands glided upon Emily's shoulder and softly began to rub her shoulders. Her fear paralyzed her body. Emily was just one of many at first to refuse Mr Folsom's ways to be bent in to shape.
"Relax Emily," Sonya whispered," Your mine and always will be. Now stand and take your top off."
With out questioning Sonya, Emily stood up as she was shuck with fear and took her long sleeve shirt off to reveal the true passion of Sonya's art . Cut marks resembling a Celtic pattern lined her body, some areas still held bandages and bruised areas. She had original wanted to slice some skin off, but held back not wanting to be perceived as a butcher. But Sonya still looked upon her as a piece of art, she had also used needles to pierce the skin and the former screams of pain still excited her.
Just as Sonya was about to speak to Mr Flinch, Emily whisper something under her breath and in fear. Sonya reached her hand out as if a loving mother to a child, at first Emily just looked at the hand, but when Sonya raised her eyebrows she took hold of it and got pulled towards Sonya. As Sonya placed her two hands on Emily hips she moved closer and whispered into Sonya's ears.
Straight away Sonya's head rose and turned towards the rookie. Her eyes locked onto him as she pulled Emily's head onto her shoulders and rested it on her shoulder. At that moment Emily seemed at ease, almost knowing Sonya's attention had turned. Sonya spoke,
"Mr Flinch, " still her eyes were lock on the rookie," Taylor here has proving he's impure and diseased. His presents alone will wear at us. This type of biter hides in are ranks, slowly they infect us and wear us down." Sonya turned to face Mr Flinch as her hand ran along the the cut patterns on Emily's back." Taylor is no longer a part of the compound, he's been sleeping with another woman behind Emily's back. He claims the beauty of my art discuss him and make him sick. You have the honor to break him, I want the person he was sleeping with and reason for his lack of respect for his duty. Show me your talent Mr Flinch."
" Tie the rookies arms up and then everyone expect Mr Flinch out of the room." Sonya said aloud.
As the guards tied the Taylor hands and left. Sonya approached the wife Emily slowly, like a fox sneaking up to its prey she gently crossed the room and was ready to pounce on her prey. But Emily had already faced the scalp of Sonya, she had already been broken down and patched up again to Sonya's liking. Emily refused to look Sonya in to the face and when she did she trembled in fear with the recount of former pain. As Sonya finally got with in reach, her hands glided upon Emily's shoulder and softly began to rub her shoulders. Her fear paralyzed her body. Emily was just one of many at first to refuse Mr Folsom's ways to be bent in to shape.
"Relax Emily," Sonya whispered," Your mine and always will be. Now stand and take your top off."
With out questioning Sonya, Emily stood up as she was shuck with fear and took her long sleeve shirt off to reveal the true passion of Sonya's art . Cut marks resembling a Celtic pattern lined her body, some areas still held bandages and bruised areas. She had original wanted to slice some skin off, but held back not wanting to be perceived as a butcher. But Sonya still looked upon her as a piece of art, she had also used needles to pierce the skin and the former screams of pain still excited her.
Just as Sonya was about to speak to Mr Flinch, Emily whisper something under her breath and in fear. Sonya reached her hand out as if a loving mother to a child, at first Emily just looked at the hand, but when Sonya raised her eyebrows she took hold of it and got pulled towards Sonya. As Sonya placed her two hands on Emily hips she moved closer and whispered into Sonya's ears.
Straight away Sonya's head rose and turned towards the rookie. Her eyes locked onto him as she pulled Emily's head onto her shoulders and rested it on her shoulder. At that moment Emily seemed at ease, almost knowing Sonya's attention had turned. Sonya spoke,
"Mr Flinch, " still her eyes were lock on the rookie," Taylor here has proving he's impure and diseased. His presents alone will wear at us. This type of biter hides in are ranks, slowly they infect us and wear us down." Sonya turned to face Mr Flinch as her hand ran along the the cut patterns on Emily's back." Taylor is no longer a part of the compound, he's been sleeping with another woman behind Emily's back. He claims the beauty of my art discuss him and make him sick. You have the honor to break him, I want the person he was sleeping with and reason for his lack of respect for his duty. Show me your talent Mr Flinch."