《Advent Noion》3 - spacy stupor

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Advent Noion

3

left in the dim corner, two weeks of fjion's noion have grown into a mass of curly nubs, below curly tubes leading into her arm, dripping water below, she faces forward, propped up in her bed, unmoving.

the scarfed man draped in red tassles enters her room to sign paperwork. the nurse reviews everything while glancing at her. they exit together. the nurse returns with her clothing and transitions her onto a spirit-chair.

the red-tassled man eyes her over, "a nice one, her."

the nurse blushes, puling out her lakpurse, "of course, the best for laufen! now, about the-"

he interrupts, "one-thousand."

the nurse looks away, confused, "only one?"

he nudges her, trying to get a response, "it's not very lively, is it?"

the nurse anxiously smiles, "yes, well, you see-"

he counts lak from his jacket, glancing at her glazed eyes, her expressionless face, "it's practically dead, though i suppose some are into that."

he hands the nurse a stack of lak, "here's an extra half, but find something better next time."

the nurse smiles, "of course, laufen!"

she turns to face the noion, as the nurse clears everything into a bin, as laufen pats her head.

-

the spirit-chair trods alongside laufen, through the gourmet lane, without a helix to light the way, only lanterns.

the spirit tiedown sees use as laufen goes inside the house of vice. she looks at all the passersby, without moving her head, for jfion.

listening to the noisy lane, she closes her eyes.

-

she is kicked awake by someone shouting, "get your pretty ass up!"

the lady in a long black-trimmed dress kicks her neck, tramples her ribs, and grabs her by the hair, pulling her up, "did you not hear me!"

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she gasps and begins screaming as the lady slams her face into the ground.

laufen opens the door, repulsed, "ugh, margo! next time, do that while i'm out, if you must."

margo spits on her, "this pretty whore is thinking she can nap whenever she wants!"

he walks away, "just get it away from the front door."

-

sirens cry, but her swollen face tunes it out as a lullaby, unable to see the light, and the floor trembles, rocking her to sleep.

-

in chains, nude, she rests atop an unprepared bed.

a man in the adjoining room audibly grunts, "ah! ah, ugh!"

on the opposite side of her room, a girl asks, "you awake?"

she struggles to open her eyes, groaning as she turns to face the voice, "clarel?"

clarel reclines on her own bed, looking confused, "what?"

she smiles, "clarel, i knew you were alright-"

her face tears up, "why did you scare me like that?"

confused, clarel looks down to her food, "uh, you hungry or somethin?"

she is already asleep.

-

a man, half-dressed, looks her way, as he pounds clarel into the mattress, "can't we include her?"

clarel laughs, winking toward her, "not less you want a nasty disease!"

disgusted, he turns away, "ewwh!"

he concentrates on clarel's slender frame in the bustless dress, pulled up for easy access, legs wrapped in simple stockings, and her hair in twirls.

she watches the entire affair with curious eyes, drinking down a glass of leine.

he finishes, panting, "ugh! aha."

he begins dressing himself, looking over clarel's body, "worth every lak."

clarel puffs smoke in his face, drawing a circle on his hairy chest, "then be sure to come back soon."

he exits with a smile, closing the door behind him, as clarel sighs, "drink, smoke, debauch."

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she faces clarel, "i had no idea you were like this."

clarel laughs, "i told you, i'm not your fuckin-"

she interrupts, looking at he iron-barred window, "clarel, how we do we escape? the others should be looking for us, right?"

laughing, clarel throws her a case of cigarettes, "escape? ha. you need to calm down."

she lights one and lies down, facing up at the ceiling, watching the smoke rise, "hey, do you want to stay here?"

clarel coughs, holding the leine bottle out, "kah! course not, but what part of 'we are slaves' don't you get?"

she clinks the chains around her feet, "how come only i have chains?"

clarel sits up, looking to the floor, "no risk of me runnin away."

she sighs, whining, "that's not fair... we both got here the same time."

clarel walks to the door, looking back at her, "goin to clean up."

silence.

she tosses the cigarette at the ceiling, "why am i naked?"

it lands on the bed. she waits for the smoke to rise, before brushing it out with her hand.

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