Police Sirens: Corry Warning: Mental and Physical Torture

[tarnishedbadge]

The beach was a wonderful place to go fishing. Early in the morning when no one else was around to disturb or startle the catch, all you had to do was wait. You put your bait in the water and just wait.

Normally Joseph preferred to do a bit more scouting and research before he fished, but desperate times called for semi-desperate measures. So far everything in town had gone as well as could be expected and he didn't imagine it would change anytime soon. Not that he would be here much longer.

Joseph just needed one more catch, a few days to prepare it, and then he would be on his way. Speaking of catches, he adjusted his glasses as he glanced down the beach, noticing someone coming this way. Making sure he looked properly disheveled; wispy hair blowing in the wind and his tattered robe loosely tied about his waist, he stumbled a bit aimlessly as he blinked owlishly as he looked around.

"Hello?" he called out. "Hello? William, where are you? William, is that you?"

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[starsfallen]

Her heart simultaneously leaps and plummets at the notion of hope and the fear of what may be churning in his mind. Corrine never lets her gaze fall though. Lets her words flow with honey. The genuine nature of her suggestion is not an act. If only. If only she can take hold of the situation. She could find a weak point . She could escape.

"Your books. I could bring your books to life. Read them aloud, perform them. Give you the stories like you've never had before. Give you your own stories..." The words sound pitiful when they escape her. She realizes. She's clinging to glass straws. But his eyes still look at her with interest. She is no longer just idle prey. Corrine starts to hum the melody again. Makes it seem casual, like she's doing it for herself. To calm herself. Not to lull him to her graces. It's a game of survival and she is not some field mouse. But the melody takes her by surprise when she recognizes it. When the notes start to connect. 'My Funny Valentine'. That, here. That being the song deep and surrounding him. It is twisted in a way she can't fathom.

[tarnishedbadge]

"I assure you that my own imagination is more than sufficient to entertain me with the stories that I read," he said, eyes narrowing at her just a bit. Joseph knew that it wasn't meant as an insult but it was insulting all the same. Still, she seemed to be reaffirming the value that he thought she had to him. A storyteller would make for a wonderful additional.

"But new stories, written or performed just for me, that might be worthwhile. A modern day Arabian Nights, so to speak."