So blah blah I'm busy blah lots of negativity in life blah and so forth. So yeah, don't feel like doing much sims stuff because sadness makes me crave violent games. Populating my town and eventually writing the story I was planning to go with it will take even longer now, and I have that makeover of one of Aoxac's sims to do. I'll get to that eventually when I can stand to. But yesterday I did write a random short story for one of my slaves best buddy so I'll just post that here to leave some type of story.
She used to smile. She was so goofy, it made everyone around her smile
too. So fabulous too, she really was inviting it. And I know it was
wrong but... I was kind of hoping for it. I wouldn't if I knew what it
would turn her into! Her fashion is gone, sweats everyday. Before she
would draw so much, so well, but now everything amounts to apathetic
scribbles. Worst of all though, the light has left her eyes. I saw the
moment it left.
She was walking down the hall after school.
The place was empty, I was leaning in a doorway waiting for a friend.
Mr. Hall I think his name was, a substitute teacher, well he came
walking out his classroom. His eyes foretold what would happen and dear
God, I wanted it. He quickened his pace to catch up with her, engaged
her in idle chatter about class. She was obviously awkward; it made it
so much better. He said there was a spot on her shirt and reached for
her. She tried to brush him off. So futile. She always was weak, one
thing that never changed about her. Subtlility was over. He shoved her
into the lockers, ripped off her clothes. I just watched. Dear God I
just watched! I enjoyed it in fact! Entranced till the last second. When
he was satisfied he composed himself and just left.
She never smiled again.
