Man's Best Friend
The clicking of boots against the black tiled floor announced the arrival of a lone figure. Darkness prevailed in the massive, mostly empty dining hall. A portrait hung over the fireplace that dominated the room, a larger than life likeness of the Warden, who had just conquered France.
It had been one of the easier countries, he had to admit ( Read more... )
It had been one of the easier countries, he had to admit ( Read more... )
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"All the while the other two clasps were lovingly tracing his body, running through hair, delicately grasping at his ears and tracing along his neck. Jailbot gave a happy bleep at the way his master’s heartbeat pounded below his adam’s apple."
I love your portrayal of Jailbot as a soft, loving creature. It's pretty hard to put those kind of traits on an unfeeling, cold robot.
Bravo! And you have an excellent control over the mood of your writing.
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