May 24, 2010 23:48
The Academy truly marvelous.
High walls to keep out intruders and the undesired.
The walls sang of faith, failure and depressing messages of damnation.
The students filed between classes with an elegant arrangement. A perfect dance of order.
They teemed with desires and repressed urges. Urges carefully sculpted and molded to suit specific needs.
The weak girls became chaff and fodder. Toys to be used and cast aside. Never to be missed.
The strong were taught and harnessed, becoming slaves and retainers to their true betters.
Micheal wished he could claim credit for the idea.
It was her.
shannon,
micheal thane,
academy,
requiem,
drabble