03-16-2009, 02:41 AM
Sarah curled up into a ball and shook for a few moments, trying to gather the will to move. She was thankful, oh so thankful, for the fruit she was about to receive. It seemed like an oasis of joy in the middle of a barren wasteland of sorrow and servitude. She knew she would have to thank her master adequately or risk cruel correction. Slowly she rose to all fours and crawled after him, keeping her head down and her fearful eyes on the floor, walking in a way that resembled an abused dog, surely if she had a tail it would be tucked firmly between her legs.
She walked up next to Gin and, taking a deep breath, laid her head softly against him, showing him her pet like affection. She hoped he would take it for what it was, take it as her submitting and being a good pet. But still she would not complain if he struck her hard and repeatedly since she had touched him without permission. Her mind was in more pieces then a Ming vase shot out of a cannon and even Iris, whose whole existence revolved around him, seemed much freer in comparison to what Sarah had become. If Gin wanted to help her then he would need help correcting his mistakes and put the pieces back together, but even as a ghost he did not have the ability to go into her head and fix her scrambled thoughts.
And so Sarah sat there doggy style, waiting for a fruit or a fist to descend upon her frail form. She tilted her head up slightly, daring to look at him a little with her once verdant yellow eyes, now darker and less alive, almost listless, fear of pain replacing what was once a joy for life. Her long blue hair, once smooth and silky, was now tangled and sweaty, dirty from the lack of a shower and all the things she had been forced to do. She was almost a completely different person now and was so fearful of Gin that even when he moved his foot, or toes, she would flinch back and whimper, closing her eyes and awaiting punishment, even if there was no reason for it, for that was her lot in life now, Gin had seen to that.
She walked up next to Gin and, taking a deep breath, laid her head softly against him, showing him her pet like affection. She hoped he would take it for what it was, take it as her submitting and being a good pet. But still she would not complain if he struck her hard and repeatedly since she had touched him without permission. Her mind was in more pieces then a Ming vase shot out of a cannon and even Iris, whose whole existence revolved around him, seemed much freer in comparison to what Sarah had become. If Gin wanted to help her then he would need help correcting his mistakes and put the pieces back together, but even as a ghost he did not have the ability to go into her head and fix her scrambled thoughts.
And so Sarah sat there doggy style, waiting for a fruit or a fist to descend upon her frail form. She tilted her head up slightly, daring to look at him a little with her once verdant yellow eyes, now darker and less alive, almost listless, fear of pain replacing what was once a joy for life. Her long blue hair, once smooth and silky, was now tangled and sweaty, dirty from the lack of a shower and all the things she had been forced to do. She was almost a completely different person now and was so fearful of Gin that even when he moved his foot, or toes, she would flinch back and whimper, closing her eyes and awaiting punishment, even if there was no reason for it, for that was her lot in life now, Gin had seen to that.
