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I wrote down one of my fantasies on paper some years ago. I didn't want to risk forgetting it. It seems somewhat amazing, re-reading what I wrote. It's written in ink, and there are very few places where I scratched anything out while writing it. Yet the quality seems better than some other heavily edited things I've written.
This is a snippet.
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He does not seem amused anymore. Grim, serious, deadly. Lightning-quick maneuvers and volleys. I am being beaten. I am in pain all over. When will it end? I instinctively react to protect myself: dodge, block, counter... I cannot think any more, only react...
I begin to realize... T's unspoken message is, "How dare you disobey your Master? Your oath-sworn Master?! You are dust between my fingers! You cannot withstand me." In the moments when I am able to think or feel anything, I fear. I fear T. He could kill me right now. His anger is deadly, and he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat. I realize what it would be like to have T as an opponent in a real all-out fight. Except that then, I would have already been dead a long time ago.
T is showering me with searing energy bolts again. I fall to the ground, crouching, trying to block. I am finished. I can hold out no longer. T comes closer and tells me to get up. I do not. My mind has retreated within me. T asks, "Do you give up?"
"Yes!" I whimper. Anything to make this stop.
"Will you obey me?" T returns. It takes me a moment to realize, to remember, the significance of the question. No, no, no, my mind replies. I won't. You can't make me. I say nothing.
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Ah, I thought I had posted another snippet of the story before. And now I found it.
Ah! It makes me all tingly inside! Why can't I find any books to read like that?
This is a snippet.
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He does not seem amused anymore. Grim, serious, deadly. Lightning-quick maneuvers and volleys. I am being beaten. I am in pain all over. When will it end? I instinctively react to protect myself: dodge, block, counter... I cannot think any more, only react...
I begin to realize... T's unspoken message is, "How dare you disobey your Master? Your oath-sworn Master?! You are dust between my fingers! You cannot withstand me." In the moments when I am able to think or feel anything, I fear. I fear T. He could kill me right now. His anger is deadly, and he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat. I realize what it would be like to have T as an opponent in a real all-out fight. Except that then, I would have already been dead a long time ago.
T is showering me with searing energy bolts again. I fall to the ground, crouching, trying to block. I am finished. I can hold out no longer. T comes closer and tells me to get up. I do not. My mind has retreated within me. T asks, "Do you give up?"
"Yes!" I whimper. Anything to make this stop.
"Will you obey me?" T returns. It takes me a moment to realize, to remember, the significance of the question. No, no, no, my mind replies. I won't. You can't make me. I say nothing.
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Ah, I thought I had posted another snippet of the story before. And now I found it.
Ah! It makes me all tingly inside! Why can't I find any books to read like that?