ERedBoyd
It's all in ur head
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Azazel stood by, not hearing really hearing what Dahlia had asked. He couldn't stop thinking about his beautiful Lilly. He had owned this manor long before his precious Lilly had been brought here. When they had first married, they had loved each other so much. Time changed that. They had grown different. She had grown so cold to him so he retreated more and more often back to this attic which became his private play area for his slaves.
He had recalled when Lilly had found the stairwell which had been hidden back behind the bookshelves. Remembered seeing the devastation in her eyes when she had found his little hide away. He kept most of his black female slaves tucked away up here to serve his sadistic carnal needs. He remembered chasing her back down the stairs, remembered her threat to kill herself should he ever touch her again. Recalled his anger at her, forcing her back into this attic and the bedroom tucked in it.
He recalled her being locked here in this very bed Dahlia now lay in, with the same shackles as now on her legs. He recalled how his Lilly began to starve herself after giving up hope. Him finally letting her go a broken woman... a woman who fulfilled her promise to him when she flung herself off the cliff. He had loved her with all his passion and soul and it had still NOT been enough.
Azazel was the culmination of broken fragments of the land owner Gideon Swift. A broken spirit who had drawn in the madness and despair, the rage and lust into the entity he was now. He was immortal in a way. He stepped towards the bed, putting a hand on the column. This bed, though mostly wood, had an iron frame built into it which made it basically indestructible.
His eyes shifted a moment to the faded picture on the wall of his beautiful Lilly... god the pain of her loss had been so great for so long but now, Lilly was back and she called herself Dahlia. He smiled as she looked at the portrait then back to him. She didn't know she was Lilly. He had recalled a voodoo priest once claiming that once a soul left the body, it didn't always go to an afterlife, but returned to the earth as new person. Dahlia was proof of that.
He walked around the edge of the bed and said, "Lilly... Not Dahlia. Lilly..." he pointed to the portrait and he smiled as well as a possessed man could smile saying, "My Lilly." He pointed back to Dahlia.
~~~ Robert ~~~
Robert stood outside of the locked sanctuary that his Master had created so long go and watched the only other living person in the attic as she stood naked and shackled to the hard beam. He could see her eyes darting at him and trying to pull on the restraints, though not getting anywhere with them. This form... this Robert had feelings for the woman Tina. He smiled and began to walk slowly towards her.
He had recalled when Lilly had found the stairwell which had been hidden back behind the bookshelves. Remembered seeing the devastation in her eyes when she had found his little hide away. He kept most of his black female slaves tucked away up here to serve his sadistic carnal needs. He remembered chasing her back down the stairs, remembered her threat to kill herself should he ever touch her again. Recalled his anger at her, forcing her back into this attic and the bedroom tucked in it.
He recalled her being locked here in this very bed Dahlia now lay in, with the same shackles as now on her legs. He recalled how his Lilly began to starve herself after giving up hope. Him finally letting her go a broken woman... a woman who fulfilled her promise to him when she flung herself off the cliff. He had loved her with all his passion and soul and it had still NOT been enough.
Azazel was the culmination of broken fragments of the land owner Gideon Swift. A broken spirit who had drawn in the madness and despair, the rage and lust into the entity he was now. He was immortal in a way. He stepped towards the bed, putting a hand on the column. This bed, though mostly wood, had an iron frame built into it which made it basically indestructible.
His eyes shifted a moment to the faded picture on the wall of his beautiful Lilly... god the pain of her loss had been so great for so long but now, Lilly was back and she called herself Dahlia. He smiled as she looked at the portrait then back to him. She didn't know she was Lilly. He had recalled a voodoo priest once claiming that once a soul left the body, it didn't always go to an afterlife, but returned to the earth as new person. Dahlia was proof of that.
He walked around the edge of the bed and said, "Lilly... Not Dahlia. Lilly..." he pointed to the portrait and he smiled as well as a possessed man could smile saying, "My Lilly." He pointed back to Dahlia.
~~~ Robert ~~~
Robert stood outside of the locked sanctuary that his Master had created so long go and watched the only other living person in the attic as she stood naked and shackled to the hard beam. He could see her eyes darting at him and trying to pull on the restraints, though not getting anywhere with them. This form... this Robert had feelings for the woman Tina. He smiled and began to walk slowly towards her.
