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without_hesitation) wrote2013-10-15 01:33 pm
without_hesitation) wrote2013-10-15 01:33 pm
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Most hated aspect of Darrow, the telephone, had been ringing all day.
At first, Ilithyia had not known what to do with it, having never used it before. She had been shown basics by neighbour whom she trusted little and knew well enough now to answer when it rang. Unlike the few times she had answered before, there was no voice when she pressed the button. All she heard was a man, breathing heavily, the sound lascivious and bothersome. Anger mounted with each passing call, not only for the interruption they provided, but because she was yet preparing for a guest.
Though she had done her share of entertaining in Rome, there had always been slaves to prepare and she found she cared little for the preparations when done herself. Meg would have to content herself with wine Ilithyia had been given by a particularly interested admirer.
The telephone rang once more and Ilithyia listened for a moment before snarling, "I will have your head, cunt, if such nonsense is not stopped immediately."
At first, Ilithyia had not known what to do with it, having never used it before. She had been shown basics by neighbour whom she trusted little and knew well enough now to answer when it rang. Unlike the few times she had answered before, there was no voice when she pressed the button. All she heard was a man, breathing heavily, the sound lascivious and bothersome. Anger mounted with each passing call, not only for the interruption they provided, but because she was yet preparing for a guest.
Though she had done her share of entertaining in Rome, there had always been slaves to prepare and she found she cared little for the preparations when done herself. Meg would have to content herself with wine Ilithyia had been given by a particularly interested admirer.
The telephone rang once more and Ilithyia listened for a moment before snarling, "I will have your head, cunt, if such nonsense is not stopped immediately."
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"I'm sure you'll think of a way to pay me back," Meg smirked with an unfamiliar male mouth, then, without wasting any more time, the man, blood mostly hidden in the folds of his dirty coat, turned to leave.
Meg would dump him in an alley, a frequent site of such crimes, stripped clean of all evidence. The man had no friends, and on his journey, he attracted no attention from nosy witnesses. It was all kind of boring, if you asked Meg.
In less than an hour, black smoke poured from the vent in Ilithyia's bedroom and streamed into the mouth of the body of that poor girl from Cheboygan.
Meg's black eyes sprang open.
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The blood in the bedroom would stain, but she had reluctantly washed it as best she could and would cover it when it was dry.
And when the smoke returned, she watched curiously. This was important information to be in possession of, she knew, but she felt it would benefit her little. Meg was not one to manipulate. That didn't make it any less interesting.