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Merit & Flair: Waking In A Brothel

Contributed by Crimson_Rose on Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 06:42:43 PM in AEST
Topic: fictional

Much of the next day was spent working,
And of course the occasional cooking
It was fairly pleasant working here,
Better than any other false home of a master or mistress
This was our life, slaves to countless masters

In the fields of never-ending grass and trees,
We were swatting rugs with pesky dust
While I was enjoying the sun, basking in its warm rays
I had turned and noticed my sister Flair was gone
Gone, out my sight and no where to be found

Beads of salty sweat began to form on my forehead
I left the rug, and ran to the west door of the mansion
There was no one, the long halls and rooms were deserted
So scared I was, it was like the hands of fear were choking me
A wave of illness has suddenly began to consume me, and then it all went black

My shut eyelids had opened to a dark room, smelling of lavender
The room had slowly began to come into view
Dresses of colorful and foreign fabric were thrown everywhere
Beds upon beds were filled with sleeping women
All lovely, with exotic and stunning features

It took me a while to figure where I was,
Until it had finally dawned on me
A brothel, a brothel full of these slumbering women
Merit I found was sleeping next to me
Her eye appeared to be purple, hit by the master

I swear, I will give him the pain back,
That same pain he bestowed upon my sister
My sister is all I have left,
The hands of our master won’t hurt her again
Or by his sense of no free will

The women had all began to wake up,
Scrambling around for their bathing soaps
A golden doorknob began to turn and the door opened
It was Wolfram, with the most evil grin of his face
Time to bathe ladies, Come On! Get Up!

Copyright Â© Crimson_Rose ... [ 2005-03-25 18:42:43]
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Re: Merit & Flair: Waking In A Brothel (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 08:29:55 PM AEST
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Tottally awesome writing.
huggs,
emy

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