From the time she opened her eyes.
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Rather she remembers it or not.
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She has always belonged to him.
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Centuries have past since the binding vow was made between the priestess of the Masamic...
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"The....only way out of this....is...."
She covered her mouth looking at the computer screen. Scrolling threw the ancient drawings. Disfigured bodies, images of what appeared to be souls being eaten. There was litterally no choice. It was this or death...worse than death....her soul would have been eaten by a curse as well...
She picked up her (favorite warm drink) and took a drink of it staring at the screen, lost in her own thoughts... she sat in the back corner of a fairly empty cafe.
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"Um...miss?.....is everything alright?"
She had noticed that a man was standing above her to the left. She trailed her eyes from his traditional camono up to his face, he had a weird tattoo or scar acrossed his forehead his eyes almost didn't even look open she blushed, lost for words.
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"Its just..... you looked panicked so I thought I'd come check on you"
She followed his gaze to the computer screen she quickly lifted her hand to the mouse, exiting off of the tabs she was on not knowing he had been watching the entire time she did research. He gave a smirk before taking the seat next to her she glanced over confused.
"Oh....umm yes....I was doing research for a paper I'm doing......thank you for your concern..."
He rests his elbow on the table facing her, letting his head sit on the Palm of his hand.
