02-22-2018, 05:50 PM
Great. There was the word from Ethan himself. Kid. A very small young adult took down someone like Maor. It wasn’t like he didn’t try. Carl was just unnaturally strong and dominant as a result. Maor now has to live with the fact someone smaller and scrawnier than him succeeded in making him look pathetic. The partially Middle Eastern male could see what was left of his ego going down the drain further at this point.
“Yea...don’t worry about it...” he said in response to Ethan expressing sorrow about what happened to him. “I guess all that’s left for us is to try and pick up the pieces.”
That wouldn’t have been a problem had Camilla not done her assessment on Ethan. When she said Twenty-Five, naturally Maor was shocked, concerned and of course in a state of panic. He was just having seventeen, but Ethan was carrying a lot more, which he could see why Camilla was a bit concerned. His friend wasn’t exactly sturdy on that end. This not only infuriated Ethan, but Maor as well and perhaps that was all it took to break his forcibly muted silence.
“Oh, I definitely blame you,” he said with fury. “You trapped us in this maze, made it unbearably cold to the point we would find the mansion and request to stay for the night, let Ethan get seduced by a fucking pig and me...”
Oh, he remembered last night, asides from the pain. Sure, Maor asked for it to be done that way, but that didn’t mean the ache was gone from truly having no choice. Camilla must have heard it too. Either he gave in willingly or Carl would have done something more cruel and so, Maor chose to have ignorant bliss in letting this complete youthful stranger plow him. The worst part was that now, Maor confusedly questioned if truly any part of him wanted that from Carl was everything felt too natural. Now, tears were deeply rolling down his partially beaded face as he pulled the pillows away from Ethan and helped the shorter male up.
“You’ve done more than enough,” he spat. “Until you can give us our lives back, I doubt there’s anything I want from you or them for that matter. If anything, just being away from you and them is something we need right now.”
Surely, Adam and Carl heard from their respective distances.
“Yea...don’t worry about it...” he said in response to Ethan expressing sorrow about what happened to him. “I guess all that’s left for us is to try and pick up the pieces.”
That wouldn’t have been a problem had Camilla not done her assessment on Ethan. When she said Twenty-Five, naturally Maor was shocked, concerned and of course in a state of panic. He was just having seventeen, but Ethan was carrying a lot more, which he could see why Camilla was a bit concerned. His friend wasn’t exactly sturdy on that end. This not only infuriated Ethan, but Maor as well and perhaps that was all it took to break his forcibly muted silence.
“Oh, I definitely blame you,” he said with fury. “You trapped us in this maze, made it unbearably cold to the point we would find the mansion and request to stay for the night, let Ethan get seduced by a fucking pig and me...”
Oh, he remembered last night, asides from the pain. Sure, Maor asked for it to be done that way, but that didn’t mean the ache was gone from truly having no choice. Camilla must have heard it too. Either he gave in willingly or Carl would have done something more cruel and so, Maor chose to have ignorant bliss in letting this complete youthful stranger plow him. The worst part was that now, Maor confusedly questioned if truly any part of him wanted that from Carl was everything felt too natural. Now, tears were deeply rolling down his partially beaded face as he pulled the pillows away from Ethan and helped the shorter male up.
“You’ve done more than enough,” he spat. “Until you can give us our lives back, I doubt there’s anything I want from you or them for that matter. If anything, just being away from you and them is something we need right now.”
Surely, Adam and Carl heard from their respective distances.