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[title] => Merit & Flair: Waking In A Brothel
[time] => 2005-03-25 18:42:43
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[bodytext] => Much of the next day was spent working, And of course the occasional cooking It was fairly pleasant working here, Better than any other false home of a master or mistress This was our life, slaves to countless masters In the fields of never-ending grass and trees, We were swatting rugs with pesky dust While I was enjoying the sun, basking in its warm rays I had turned and noticed my sister Flair was gone Gone, out my sight and no where to be found Beads of salty sweat began to form on my forehead I left the rug, and ran to the west door of the mansion There was no one, the long halls and rooms were deserted So scared I was, it was like the hands of fear were choking me A wave of illness has suddenly began to consume me, and then it all went black My shut eyelids had opened to a dark room, smelling of lavender The room had slowly began to come into view Dresses of colorful and foreign fabric were thrown everywhere Beds upon beds were filled with sleeping women All lovely, with exotic and stunning features It took me a while to figure where I was, Until it had finally dawned on me A brothel, a brothel full of these slumbering women Merit I found was sleeping next to me Her eye appeared to be purple, hit by the master I swear, I will give him the pain back, That same pain he bestowed upon my sister My sister is all I have left, The hands of our master won’t hurt her again Or by his sense of no free will The women had all began to wake up, Scrambling around for their bathing soaps A golden doorknob began to turn and the door opened It was Wolfram, with the most evil grin of his face Time to bathe ladies, Come On! Get Up! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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