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Freya LaShale	Feb 2 2009, 08:58 PM
Love Thief Posts: 136 Group: Citizen Member #250 Joined: January 3, 2009	He was cold... and hungry. It didn't take a scientist to know he would be cranky, but caged in a cell around skilled guards much more powerful than he could ever dream of being ...there wasn't much he could do about it. He sat for hours - he'd lost track of how many - with only a few things on his mind, among them being a fat, delicious slab of roasted pork. That would have been the first thing he was going to buy, but now he'll get bread and water all because of her. She knew very well they had been coming. Maybe she'd planned it from the start... His clothes had become uncomfortable and itchy. He had discarded his shirt and was using it to lay his head on. Some time later, he heard the door creak open and footsteps approaching his cage. He went from laying comfortably to crushed against the wall in seconds, groaning at the sudden change and the pain that came with it. He didn't actually comprehend who had entered until he was back on the ground, rubbing the back of his head that had hit the stone behind him. Michael was looking rather roughed up. His left eye was swollen and could hardly be kept open. A great assortment of other bruises riddled his unclothed top half and specks of dried and smudged blood here and there. Regardless of the figure of great importance in front of him, he could feel no worse than he already felt, and it showed, as he wore no expression on his face, just numb. Then it was inquired to him as to who he was. It didn't take long for him to respond. "Ahm a damn tool," Michael sighed. It was the truth, and now he would face the consequences of being as such. You could hardly blame him, but since he had landed here in the pit of despair, he had grown to accept it. His dream woman was still just that - a dream.

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