Miss_Vivi
Miss Behave
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"She has awoken?"
"She has, and with no outward signs of creativity. She has been docile in accepting treatments from her Steward."
"Good. And the Steward Hunter? Shall he be replaced?"
"He has shown no outward signs of creativity, though we continue to monitor him closely. Should he show any more signs we shall have him removed from the situation, Sir."
"Good. I wonder if he realizes how close he is to being eliminated."
"I cannot tell you Sir. Only that he is following the dictates of his training, at this moment."
The day was nice.
The man, her Steward, as he called himself, was nice.
Her days were filled with her treatments, her nights were for sleep. There was nothing else that Inika was aware of.
She paid no attention to the man who watched her for sparks, or to the man who stood outside their door. She was quiet, and docilely watched Adin write his notes in those little books after each treatment. She didn't see that his brows were drawn together in worry. She only nodded at him and climbed off the the chair and walked into the kitchen to have her specially prepared dinner.
Once finished with that, she showered, carefully made sure her clothes were clean and folded and then climbed into her bed.
Tomorrow would be the same, and this was Inika Cole's waking life. She could not remember what came before this, and did not care what came after.
Till in her slumber she dreamt...
Her feet dashed over pale, white sand, that stuck to her toes, and she shrieked as the cold ocean water covered them, she looked up to see Adin nearby, not in the water, but watching her, she ran towards him laughing, the water leaving cold droplets up her thighs as she dashed up the beach.
"Adin! Please come in!"
He laughed with her, but didn't join her in the water.
Inika turned her head and watched the scene melt around her just before her arms were thrown around the neck of her dear Steward.
Fingers closed around the soft peach and she bent her head to taste it, to let the smell of summer slide over her lips and drip down her chin while she relished the fruit, her joy at this moment bubbling over her lips in soft delighted whimpers while Adin watched her.
"You must, mmm, you simply must have a bite!"
Another bit of laughter from her Steward but he made no move towards her, did not join her, only watched her devour the peach and lick her fingers clean. Though the moment she moved towards him the scene around her once more melted.
She couldn't take a step forward, at least that's what the sumptuous fabric tightly wound around her thighs made her feel, but she could walk, it only took a moment. A moment more, and she realized that the fabric was silk, that her dress clung to her body, and danced around her legs with every movement. A spin, a spin around while she giggled and felt that the music that flooded her ears must never die, that she would have to move for all time, to dance.
Inika turned and spied Adin across the dance floor, or at least that's what she guessed it was, she skipped her way to his side and fell into his arms, finally into his waiting, open arms. To her it felt like coming home. Was she home? Was he home?
"That is a beautiful shade of red, my beautiful girl." He whispered into her ears before he spun her around, and let her go, her trilling laughter filling the room. The music stopped when she turned and Adin was gone. It felt like part of her was drowning. She was drowning. He was gone. She was drowning!
She gasped.
She gasped.
Her eyes flew open.
Nothing.
No lights.
It was her room.
Was that a dream? What is a dream?
What was red?
What was red?
Time to get up. There is nothing here to concern her. Brush her teeth. Comb her hair. Pull your hair back. Please use the restroom.
What is red?
Walk downstairs. There is nothing here to concern you.
What is red?
Eat your breakfast meal. Please remember to go get dressed. What The outfit is ready. is Put on your socks. red? There is nothing here to concern you. What is red? It is time for treatment. Please get dressed. Red? Get dressed. Do not make your Steward wait.
Her fingers numbly opened a pair of socks, something fell out of them. Something that had been hidden. She didn't know why it had been hidden. Or what it meant.
It was red.
That was red.
This is what red is.
How did she forget?
She covered her mouth to keep from screaming. Something inside her was screaming to get away from it, but another part of her, the part that had twirled in Adin's arms was cheering. Inika stared at the fabric. It was precious. She felt like it was important, but she didn't quite understand why. Quickly, it was hidden in the sleeve of her sweater, she sighed softly as she realized that that was how the fabric felt in her dream, how her dress felt and it was then that she knew what to do.
She obediently made her way towards Adin's lab, where he was waiting for her.
"Good morning Adin." She said softly, while shaking his hand gently, then turned away and taking her seat in the observation chair. The fabric was no longer against her arm, it rested in her dear Steward's hand.
Adin would fix it.
This was a nice day.
"She has, and with no outward signs of creativity. She has been docile in accepting treatments from her Steward."
"Good. And the Steward Hunter? Shall he be replaced?"
"He has shown no outward signs of creativity, though we continue to monitor him closely. Should he show any more signs we shall have him removed from the situation, Sir."
"Good. I wonder if he realizes how close he is to being eliminated."
"I cannot tell you Sir. Only that he is following the dictates of his training, at this moment."
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The day was nice.
The man, her Steward, as he called himself, was nice.
Her days were filled with her treatments, her nights were for sleep. There was nothing else that Inika was aware of.
She paid no attention to the man who watched her for sparks, or to the man who stood outside their door. She was quiet, and docilely watched Adin write his notes in those little books after each treatment. She didn't see that his brows were drawn together in worry. She only nodded at him and climbed off the the chair and walked into the kitchen to have her specially prepared dinner.
Once finished with that, she showered, carefully made sure her clothes were clean and folded and then climbed into her bed.
Tomorrow would be the same, and this was Inika Cole's waking life. She could not remember what came before this, and did not care what came after.
Till in her slumber she dreamt...
Her feet dashed over pale, white sand, that stuck to her toes, and she shrieked as the cold ocean water covered them, she looked up to see Adin nearby, not in the water, but watching her, she ran towards him laughing, the water leaving cold droplets up her thighs as she dashed up the beach.
"Adin! Please come in!"
He laughed with her, but didn't join her in the water.
Inika turned her head and watched the scene melt around her just before her arms were thrown around the neck of her dear Steward.
Fingers closed around the soft peach and she bent her head to taste it, to let the smell of summer slide over her lips and drip down her chin while she relished the fruit, her joy at this moment bubbling over her lips in soft delighted whimpers while Adin watched her.
"You must, mmm, you simply must have a bite!"
Another bit of laughter from her Steward but he made no move towards her, did not join her, only watched her devour the peach and lick her fingers clean. Though the moment she moved towards him the scene around her once more melted.
She couldn't take a step forward, at least that's what the sumptuous fabric tightly wound around her thighs made her feel, but she could walk, it only took a moment. A moment more, and she realized that the fabric was silk, that her dress clung to her body, and danced around her legs with every movement. A spin, a spin around while she giggled and felt that the music that flooded her ears must never die, that she would have to move for all time, to dance.
Inika turned and spied Adin across the dance floor, or at least that's what she guessed it was, she skipped her way to his side and fell into his arms, finally into his waiting, open arms. To her it felt like coming home. Was she home? Was he home?
"That is a beautiful shade of red, my beautiful girl." He whispered into her ears before he spun her around, and let her go, her trilling laughter filling the room. The music stopped when she turned and Adin was gone. It felt like part of her was drowning. She was drowning. He was gone. She was drowning!
She gasped.
She gasped.
Her eyes flew open.
Nothing.
No lights.
It was her room.
Was that a dream? What is a dream?
What was red?
What was red?
Time to get up. There is nothing here to concern her. Brush her teeth. Comb her hair. Pull your hair back. Please use the restroom.
What is red?
Walk downstairs. There is nothing here to concern you.
What is red?
Eat your breakfast meal. Please remember to go get dressed. What The outfit is ready. is Put on your socks. red? There is nothing here to concern you. What is red? It is time for treatment. Please get dressed. Red? Get dressed. Do not make your Steward wait.
Her fingers numbly opened a pair of socks, something fell out of them. Something that had been hidden. She didn't know why it had been hidden. Or what it meant.
It was red.
That was red.
This is what red is.
How did she forget?
She covered her mouth to keep from screaming. Something inside her was screaming to get away from it, but another part of her, the part that had twirled in Adin's arms was cheering. Inika stared at the fabric. It was precious. She felt like it was important, but she didn't quite understand why. Quickly, it was hidden in the sleeve of her sweater, she sighed softly as she realized that that was how the fabric felt in her dream, how her dress felt and it was then that she knew what to do.
She obediently made her way towards Adin's lab, where he was waiting for her.
"Good morning Adin." She said softly, while shaking his hand gently, then turned away and taking her seat in the observation chair. The fabric was no longer against her arm, it rested in her dear Steward's hand.
Adin would fix it.
This was a nice day.