<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Orca’s touch was soft and gentle as he relayed his memories, his eyes never meeting hers. Paislee felt as if a giant rock pile was beginning to form in the pit of her belly with each new word, disgust filling her heart. It was a horrifying thought of Marqu defiling a sick little girl, but she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. The worst part was that she could understand the anger, and likely the guilt, that Orca felt. He had simply trusted too much and he even listened to it happen without the realization of what he was hearing until it was too late.<br/><br/>A heavy silence invaded and Paislee felt uncomfortable. Marqu was a monster—more of a monster than she originally had thought. Orca’s gaze finally found hers and all she could see was pain and anger within his azure eyes,<span style="color: #0080FF"> "This one has another request of his possessor... Please, never ask me to speak of her again."</span>Paislee swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and gave a slow nod,<span style="color: #FF40FF">“I promise.” </span><br/><br/>Paislee wondered if she should share her own experience with Marqu, but decided against it. She wasn’t Orca, she didn’t have his endurance, his will power. She simply could not offer her story to him just yet.<span style="color: #FF40FF">“You don’t have to tell me anything about your past that you do not wish to share,”</span>Paislee said, hoping that somehow it would make her feel less guilty for asking him something so deeply scarring.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>“Here, let me show you where you can sleep.” </span><br/><br/>The woman walked around Orca and gently pulled him through her home to her bedroom. She turned to face him, extending her arm some to showcase the room. It fell back to her side and she gave an exhale before speaking,<span style="color: #FF40FF">“You can sleep in here. Please try to limit your sleeping to the left side of the bed.”</span>It was an odd request, though Paislee didn’t seem at all uncomfortable with asking. It was Paislee’s bed after all, but she didn’t share that information. She would just sleep on the couch.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>“If you need anything, let me know. I have to go soon to run some…errands,” </span>she informed him, brushing some hair out of her eyes. She looked up to Orca, giving a reassuring smile,<span style="color: #FF40FF">“You need your rest. Go ahead and sleep. You can stay in here until we get you a room of your own.”</span>