Date: 2005-08-21 02:16 am (UTC)
Master, master, where's the dreams
that I've been after?


His pretty face twists in rage. The black flecks fill his eyes. His voice a hate-filled whisper.

"As you wish."

He gave an evil smile and slid his hand down from her shoulder, across the turn of her breast to her bleeding side. Pressure. He laughed.

"The Fisher's wound... It is an ugly way to go. I will have mercy and make it quick if you so desire."

Laughter, laughter,
All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, laughter,
Laughing at my cries
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