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That little flutter of hope-that was my soul giving itself to you.

Etienne Lebeau

@SpringRedemptio

~I'll play for you, if you want.~ That little flutter of hope-that was my soul giving itself to you.

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(18) think it's past time to find out exactly what you meant when you said this was 'just like' your 'nightmare'. What nightmare were you


(17) slumping over, the restraints the only thing keeping me upright* {Thank you, Harley. Saige, let the adults talk. Now, Mr. Herveaux. I


(16) off as my familiar wolf captor with the combat boots gave me a quick, stiff punch to the stomach. I gagged, choked, and saw stars,


(15) against my restraints, growling and banging them against the wall* Alcide! He's been screwing with us! He can hear- *My voice was cut


(14) his finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture with a completely lucid smile, before turning around and walking towards Alcide. I struggled


(13) knew everything that I knew. He had laid out a perfect trap for me, and, like a naïve little girl, had walked right into it. Daddy put


(12) thoughts right out of my head tonight and used them against me. I had let my guard down, thinking he was insane, and now he probably


(11) really. He had put those thoughts in my head. I had always remembered him as an insane, manic schizophrenic, and he had plucked those


(10) settle down.} Realization hit me like a bucket of ice water in the face. The dream, when I had fallen- it hadn't been a dream, not


(9) can't do anything to stop me putting whatever I want into that cute little head of yours. It's all just one big dream for you now, so


(8) real, non-nightmare face again, and he tsked me mockingly* {Really, Saige. I'm disappointed in you. All these years and you /still/


(7) in me. My eyes met daddy's, and he smiled and winked at me, holding up my broken anklet and dangling it from his fingers. I saw his


(6) real. People didn't just transform into nonexistent, impossible monsters. I rubbed my ankles together, starting to feel panic rise up


(5) pointy teeth* You can't... *I whimpered, frantically pressing one bare ankle against the other. This had to be a dream. This wasn't


(4) became. He seemed to transform in front of me into the thing I had seen in that vision; the dark doll eyes of a shark, with jagged


(3) ever seen. I could only think of my dream from the other night, and the the more I looked at him, the clearer my memory of that dream


(2) rising from hell and unfolding its leathery wings. He took a step towards me and lifted his eyes to mine with the most evil smile I had


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