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~ A room for two~(texte from Nihil)
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Among my many condemned prisoners, I have two young slaves who love each other passionately. She is twenty-five years of age, and he twenty-three. The girl received her death penalty for aggravated insolence, while her beloved - tending to be the heroic type - attempted to save her before she was sent here by offering himself for execution in her stead. As a result, he received the same sentence, and they both await execution here together. The divine Lady Meredith sent them to me for execution four months ago. I must say - this is an extremely long time for condemned slaves to survive in my presence. Ah, but they amuse me so! Generally, I use the girl as a footrest in the living-room, while the boy tends the fireplace. So my little doomed lovers are never very far from each other -though I never actually permit much, if any, contact between them. As previously stated, four months is a bit too long of a period to allow my prisoners to exist. Generally my convicts end up breaking down after few weeks of severe treatment from me -at which point I generally (but not always) choose to dispose of them. As for these two: while I plucked them from their filthy dungeon cells for use as slaves within my household two months ago, they are still quite beyond reprieve. It's a shame, really, to waste such young slaves (all the more so since they are such a pretty couple), and I sometimes consider using my right to invalidate any death penalty - but because I am loathe to be moved emotionally by the tragic plight of any of my playthings, I resolve not to pronounce any pardon before the end of this month. That would be another two weeks yet... And so, a few days prior, in order to goad them into somehow displeasing me (as a little game for my own amusement), I began reducing their food intake by sixty percent. Just a few mere days after which, the naughty girl faints under my feet! Though she remained perfectly still on all fours for two hours as I read magazines and spoke on the phone. |
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I had noticed that she grew ever more pale and unsteady, the poor dear. I ordered her to get back into position -only to see her fail again. I did my best to help her by grinding the heel of my Italian designer leather pump into her withering palm, but she would only whimper pitifully! From very near, the boy obviously wanted to help -but I forbade it. The girl is still on the floor. - - If you continue to disobey, darling, I shall execute you tonight. Now, into position!
As the piteously malnourished slave struggles, to little avail, I begin to count slowly to ten. One, two, three, for... The boy desperately wants to help her... five, six... ...but I make him understand the risk of such an action with a stern glance and a halting gesture with my hand. Seven, height, nine... Still sitting, with crossed legs as I dangle one gorgeous pump from my silk-stockinged toes, I say calmly Ten. - Your time is up, slave. It's over for you.
- Your pathetic simpering bores me, slave. Never forget that you are sentenced to death, and to be my obedient slave can only be a slight reprieve. You may survive merely as long as I desire you to do so, and then -and only then- will I allow you to die. Understand?!... Now, based upon her inferior performance today, I have decided that your beloved simply doesn't deserve to serve me any longer. She will die now.
- Well... I will allow you a few moments alone together now while I prepare for the execution, and
Utterly broken and defeated, he bends down slowly and kisses the bottom of my shoe. Playfully, I turn - That's enough with my shoe! I'm off to dress for the execution. You may remain together, briefly.
... to be continued... |
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