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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:43:46 GMT -5
Michel set to work, picking up her limp body and throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her down the stairs to his private design suite.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:45:09 GMT -5
She remained unconscious, and her Zecter wasn't with her. It had been flying around a little.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:47:03 GMT -5
Michel set her on the floor and stripped her naked, before lifting her up and securing her wrists to a pair of cables that would hold her upright. He then walked out to grab his clothing samples.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:47:56 GMT -5
She hung there limply, unconscious.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:49:57 GMT -5
Michel was taking longer than expected to find his clothing samples. He didn't seem to be able to remember where he'd put them.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:50:50 GMT -5
She slowly started to stir, but didn't realize anything was wrong.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:54:13 GMT -5
Michel walked back in with his clothing, laying them on a table and folding them neatly.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:55:26 GMT -5
She started to groan, blinking a bit.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:56:53 GMT -5
Michel diverted his attention from his clothing for a moment to seek out a roll of duct tape, which he set on the table, before returning to his clothes.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 21:58:17 GMT -5
"Uh...w-what?" she groaned, regaining her senses.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 21:59:07 GMT -5
Michel ignored her, continuing to fold the clothing.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:01:28 GMT -5
"What's going on?" she questioned, pulling at her arms, realizing she was hooked up. Then she realized she was naked, "What?" she called out louder. "What's going on?"
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:03:05 GMT -5
Michel turned to look at her, with a look that said, "Please shut up", before returning to his folding.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 22:03:25 GMT -5
"Hey!" she shouted at him, "What do you think you're doing?"
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 22:06:50 GMT -5
Michel sighed before grabbing the roll of duct tape and walking over to her, sticking a piece of tape over her mouth and wrapping it around her head several times.
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