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Slave

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Wed, 3 Dec 2008 at 10:37pm

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The stench in his clothes, the carpet, the curtain, the bed, they all add up to his habit. He only notices it passively, remembering to air out the appartment whenever he has company over. But in the winter, it's too cold to leave the window open, it's cold and sober and sterile and empty enough as it is. Except for the stench, that is. It's literally what he breathes these days.

And if you see him quietly leave his appartment in the wee hours of the night, you know damn well where he's going and what he's bringing back.