Breaking the Rules [Siren] Jan 28, 2019 23:39:45 GMT -6
Post by Siren on Jan 28, 2019 23:39:45 GMT -6
She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.
So he "loved" her. His meaning of the word and her meaning of the word were something to be confused. There was something, some sort of language miscommunication between them both. Her love would mean that she would only be loyal to him, whereas his love meant that he would still rape and give himself to others. He was going to go and find another Ganika and lay with her. Siren could do everything in her power to make him happy, and yet - he would still leave her. So this made her think hard, and ponder about everything. Would he grow tired of their games of cat and mouse, often the roles seemed to switch. Some days he was the cat, and very few she took that role. How much longer could the amusement between the two of them cause the male to wish to stay? Tayas was a staple for him, as she always would be. But Siren? She was disposable.
Still her eyes did not meet his, as she listened to not only the sound of his voice, but the breaking of her young heart. She knew what she loved in this life and it was her young, and Kalique. She would and could never love Kharak, but if it would save them all, she would take his Rani Tournament... only to lose the man she loved. It was a hard pill to swallow, trying to decide between what would be best for her body, her mind or for her heart. She had nobody to turn to, nobody to ask questions to and get advise. She could ask Kharak, and of course he would say what was good for him. If she lost her rank, promoted to something that made her out of reach of Kharak - he would never allow it. He enjoyed the game of cobra and mongoose. That was their game, to see which one of the could cause the most damage. "Why?" Was the only word she could muster for the time being. It was a general question, but it had so many answers that could possibly be brought forth to her.
"Sex is not the only way to release your rage." With the words leaving her mouth, she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. There was a fire in them, not of hatred or despise, but passion. She did not want this to end. She did not wish to lose him.
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Tags | Kalique
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