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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 23:01:14 GMT -5
"You make quite a good model. I might keep you around." Michel remarked almost offhandedly.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 23:01:57 GMT -5
She started to do more muffled shouts and shook her head. Besides, how had she really modeled for him...?
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 23:06:16 GMT -5
He set the clothing down and began examining her body. He stepped up to her and ran a hand down her side. "Your body is nearly perfect for my needs." Michel muttered.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 23:07:12 GMT -5
She tried to kick at him, shouting as he touched her.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 23:11:13 GMT -5
The tape firmly held her legs to the floor, as Michel continued to examine her body, moving around behind her. He fixed some of the tape on her legs, and continued his examination, this time a hand running down her spine.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 23:12:26 GMT -5
She shivered and started to make more pitiful sounds.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 23:17:48 GMT -5
He came back around to the front, hand lingering centimeters over her chest as he looked into her eyes.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 23:18:36 GMT -5
She just screwed her eyes shut and shook her head.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Mar 31, 2013 23:26:13 GMT -5
"Now, to decide if I keep working or package you for later use..." Michel wondered aloud, turning his back to Noa.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Mar 31, 2013 23:27:25 GMT -5
She let out more pitiful sounds. She was getting even more scared now. What the hell did he mean?
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 10:12:32 GMT -5
Michel left the room for a moment. The packaging process would most likely take until the morning, but he didn't have many more clothes for her to try.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 10:58:57 GMT -5
She was really starting to freak out now. What the hell was he talking about? What was he going to do?
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 11:42:48 GMT -5
Michel was still pondering outside. Cath was having trouble sleeping, so she decided to drop by the building. She landed on the roof and dismissed the Sycophant, entering the stairwell from the roof and walking down.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 12:28:07 GMT -5
Noa was hoping her Zecter would find her soon. That was the only hope she had at this point.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 12:40:24 GMT -5
Michel decided to just go ahead and store her. He walked back into the room, grabbing a roll of pallet wrap. Cath came down the stairs, emerging on the floor where Noa was supposed to be. When she saw the empty desk, she became suspicious.
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