Z and Adam are good subject matter for me, I think. I enjoy the flux of their story. You've already seen one of their encounters through a photo story but to recap: Adam has claimed Z as his "pet" and his slave. He has been mercilessly abusing and torturing her at regular intervals to keep her afraid and for his own sadistic pleasure. August is the
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Her head lifted from the soft carpet, long since having stopped crying. A soft sigh escaped her lips for she assumed it was August at the door and he had forgotten his key again. Scrambling a bit she concealed the scraps of her clothes behind the sofa. She pulled the sweatshirt tighter around her naked body.
"I'm coming, hold on." Renching the door open she shook her head and her voice took on a scolding tone, "One of these days I'm not going to be here and you'll just have to sit..." A blush crept across her tear stained cheeks. She had just realized that it wasn't August standing at her door.
"Kyu? What are you doing here?" She stepped aside to let him in, suddenly very aware of her state of undress.
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"Dunno, actually. Just felt like you might need some company," he said, loosening his garishly colored scarf some. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything." The scent was stronger here, and it brought a roil of unease to Kyu's stomach and made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand straight. There was a hint in his tone that he knew something was amiss, but it was not his way to come out and ask such a thing, lest he be wrong.
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"Um, no... no, you didn't interupt anything. I'm the only one home, actually. Can I get you anything?" She couldn't keep still, fidgeting where she stood and not meeting Kyu's eyes. She wanted to curl into the arm chair was determined to be a good hostess.
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