And that was it. He possessed someone now. A prisoner, beautiful and inquisitive. Like Christine. Not like Christine.
A thrill of emotions went through him, hot and cold at once. Excitement. Dread. Self-loathing. Yearning. Curiosity.
Ignoring his prisoner's questions and his own urgent desire to open the door and speak with him, or merely gaze upon him, Laurent walked away. He stacked a tray with a simple meal: slightly stale bread, cheese, a sausage, and a large pitcher of water. Both tray and pitcher were beautifully cast silver, with exquisite ornamentation.
Sliding open a panel in the door that might permit a child but certainly wouldn't permit a grown man, Laurent slid the tray through, leaving it on the ledge designed for this. Then he retreated again, going to the adjoining chamber, where there was a nook and a grate where he could watch the interior of the red and white room.
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And that was it. He possessed someone now. A prisoner, beautiful and inquisitive. Like Christine. Not like Christine.
A thrill of emotions went through him, hot and cold at once. Excitement. Dread. Self-loathing. Yearning. Curiosity.
Ignoring his prisoner's questions and his own urgent desire to open the door and speak with him, or merely gaze upon him, Laurent walked away. He stacked a tray with a simple meal: slightly stale bread, cheese, a sausage, and a large pitcher of water. Both tray and pitcher were beautifully cast silver, with exquisite ornamentation.
Sliding open a panel in the door that might permit a child but certainly wouldn't permit a grown man, Laurent slid the tray through, leaving it on the ledge designed for this. Then he retreated again, going to the adjoining chamber, where there was a nook and a grate where he could watch the interior of the red and white room.