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Post by Emily Thorne on Oct 22, 2011 20:47:18 GMT -5
Walking into the locker room, Emily was not happy. The past few weeks had not been going well for her, and now she was basically "owned" by Lessien, the woman who had one-upped her almost every part of their feud.
I'm yours now.
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Post by Lessien Melwasul on Oct 23, 2011 8:50:16 GMT -5
~The form of Lessien stood at her locker, with her back towards Emily Thorne. Anyone who had watch their matches knew Lessien Melwasul had paid a high price for the young woman behind her.~
"No. That is where you're wrong, Lover."
~The hands of Lessien closed her locker door, and she slowly turned around.~
"You were mine the moment my name left your lips. Make no mistake about that, because I didn't."
~The fingers of Lessien touched Emily's chin and raised it with a jerk. She turned her head to both sides, inspecting her property carefully before releasing her with a disdainful jerk.~
"I told you before that the title was only a tool to get what I want, and now?"
~The Cheshire grin took to the corner of her lips.~
"And now so are you, Emily Thorne. You're just another tool at my disposal, and trust me ... I will use you, Child."
"Never let her go again."
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Post by Emily Thorne on Oct 23, 2011 10:54:38 GMT -5
Well I am now at your command.
Emily turned her head away from Lessien, not wanting to look at her new "owner".
And what is your first wish? There can't be anything else that you want to do? You've already done everything.
She turned back to Lessien.
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