-- A continuation of a previous entry, which you should read before reading this.

I'm serious. Read the other thing first.

--- at the keyboard ---

Blade was indeed the strong one, and she learned that on their first meeting. Trembling, wanting desperately to cover herself and knowing that to do so would only bring further scorn, she bowed her head and waited.

"Stupid little cunt, don't you know how to greet a man properly?" he hissed, stalking over to her, his eyes still hidden by the tantalizingly thick locks of hair that constantly swept across his face. She arched her back slightly, prodded by instinct rather than any teaching, her knees spreading further and her body near-gleaming with the closest thing to pride she was allowed. Man had always appreciated it when she displayed herself so openly, but he'd not told her anything of greeting...

...wincing slightly, already suspecting that her question was not one she should have to ask and would therefor bring her only trouble, she voiced her confusion.

- author's note: sleeping pills and other people wanting the computer have cut this short, but I'm posting it anyway in hopes that I will keep working on it - --