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My absent-minded gaze drifted to the scars on my torso. There were five scars caused by the whips. Most of the other scars had faded away. These five were caused by Casimir's scarring whip. There must be a few more on my back as well. I've never counted them or had a look so I wouldn't know how many. My eyes drifted to the stab mark at my right shoulder. The memory of Edward stabbing me as he forced me to admit to the crime flashed in my mind. I ignored the thought and brought back my attention to my beard. I rubbed the beard with my right hand tilting my head a bit. The bristles really did poke my palm considerably. This made me remember her words last night. 'You haven't shaved for a long time. It is tickling.' In no time I caught the glimpse of my faintly smiling reflection in the mirror. Realizing it, I forced myself to look stern,  shook my head and pushed the wild thoughts to the back of my head and started the business. 

No Romance, Please

Fantasy · DyaAran

"Look at me and say that again," he demanded. When our eyes met, he spoke again, "What am I? Your plaything?"

No Romance, Please

Fantasy · DyaAran

He once looked at me raising his eyes. I saw a momentary sparkle in his eyes. Then he calmly lowered his eyes and spoke, "We have things to discuss."

No Romance, Please

Fantasy · DyaAran