Katan's Journal 2
Day 8
Rociel's gone somewhere. It means he's stopped bothering me for a fifth round today (he seems to think I'm some sort of electric sex machine), which is good, but I'm afraid he's up to something devious. So, should I sit here and enjoy not being molested constantly, or most likely save some lives and suffer through, to paraphrase Hamlet, the whips and chains of outrageous angels?
Okay, ten more minutes by myself, and then I'll go rescue the innocent. But before I go, I'm hiding the bridle.
Later
Well, I found Rociel, and apparently I'm good enough to be tied up and hung upside down for his pleasure, but not good enough to meet his Mother/Father! Well, I had to lay down the law, so no more sex until I meet Adam Kadamon. He's in the bedroom now, begging me to change my mind and I think crying. I have to admit, I do really feel badly about it, and I was on the verge of relenting.
. . . Until Survivor came on. If these people can survive on an island for 30 days, I can keep Rociel from feeling me up until I meet his parent. Plus, the whole sex ban gives me the time to actually watch Survivor, instead of doing a leather clad role playing version of it with him.
Day 9
Rociel popped out of the apartment again, so I decided to go after him and make sure he wasn't getting into any trouble. Just found him. He's bent over Alexial's new little sister, whispering "You want to eat cookies, you want to eat cookies" in her ears.
I have to go see what the hell he's doing. I'll write more later.
Later
HE TRANQUED ME!! THE BASTARD TRANQUED ME!! HE GRABBED ME, CLEARLY VIOLATED THE TERMS OF THE SEX BAN, AND SHOVED ONE OF HIS DAMN PILLS DOWN MY THROAT!!!!!
Grrr . . . I'm so ANGRY!!! I've been hunched over the toilet for the past half hour, trying to get this damn pill out and I'll I can think about is how FURIOUS I am with him!
Okay, I've got to calm down. There's no such thing as rage vomiting, after all. Got to relax, and not think about how much I WANT TO KILL HIM!!!
It turns out he was about to make Sara into one of his little slaves, so when I intervened he decided to enslave ME instead!! Try to do a GOOD DEED for someone and LOOK HOW YOU GET SCREWED OVER!!!
Which reminds me, I don't care if I become a lifeless automaton, I'm not having sex with him EVER AGAIN!!! (At least not until I get an apology.) No, that's the pill talking, I can't give in! I don't want to have sex with him, I don't want to have sex with him, I don't want to.
Okay, once I think about it, the apology actually seems reasonable. No, no, can't listen to the pill, I've got to find an ipecac! Got to get it out, got to get free of its control, got to make myself blow chunks.
Only if he didn't BOTH COMPLETELY ENRAGE AND TURN ME ON!!!
Damn it, I think it's too late.
Laterer (And yes, I realize that's not a word)
Decided to stick to my terms about alleviating the ban, despite the mind-altering drugs I've recently ingested; I want an apology, and Rociel never apologizes, so I think I'm safe for awhile. Any desire on my part was completely quelled by this ridiculous leopard and feather thing he was wearing. It's much easier to say no to him when he looks like a reject from a hip-hop drag bar.
Day 8
Rociel's gone somewhere. It means he's stopped bothering me for a fifth round today (he seems to think I'm some sort of electric sex machine), which is good, but I'm afraid he's up to something devious. So, should I sit here and enjoy not being molested constantly, or most likely save some lives and suffer through, to paraphrase Hamlet, the whips and chains of outrageous angels?
Okay, ten more minutes by myself, and then I'll go rescue the innocent. But before I go, I'm hiding the bridle.
Later
Well, I found Rociel, and apparently I'm good enough to be tied up and hung upside down for his pleasure, but not good enough to meet his Mother/Father! Well, I had to lay down the law, so no more sex until I meet Adam Kadamon. He's in the bedroom now, begging me to change my mind and I think crying. I have to admit, I do really feel badly about it, and I was on the verge of relenting.
. . . Until Survivor came on. If these people can survive on an island for 30 days, I can keep Rociel from feeling me up until I meet his parent. Plus, the whole sex ban gives me the time to actually watch Survivor, instead of doing a leather clad role playing version of it with him.
Day 9
Rociel popped out of the apartment again, so I decided to go after him and make sure he wasn't getting into any trouble. Just found him. He's bent over Alexial's new little sister, whispering "You want to eat cookies, you want to eat cookies" in her ears.
I have to go see what the hell he's doing. I'll write more later.
Later
HE TRANQUED ME!! THE BASTARD TRANQUED ME!! HE GRABBED ME, CLEARLY VIOLATED THE TERMS OF THE SEX BAN, AND SHOVED ONE OF HIS DAMN PILLS DOWN MY THROAT!!!!!
Grrr . . . I'm so ANGRY!!! I've been hunched over the toilet for the past half hour, trying to get this damn pill out and I'll I can think about is how FURIOUS I am with him!
Okay, I've got to calm down. There's no such thing as rage vomiting, after all. Got to relax, and not think about how much I WANT TO KILL HIM!!!
It turns out he was about to make Sara into one of his little slaves, so when I intervened he decided to enslave ME instead!! Try to do a GOOD DEED for someone and LOOK HOW YOU GET SCREWED OVER!!!
Which reminds me, I don't care if I become a lifeless automaton, I'm not having sex with him EVER AGAIN!!! (At least not until I get an apology.) No, that's the pill talking, I can't give in! I don't want to have sex with him, I don't want to have sex with him, I don't want to.
Okay, once I think about it, the apology actually seems reasonable. No, no, can't listen to the pill, I've got to find an ipecac! Got to get it out, got to get free of its control, got to make myself blow chunks.
Only if he didn't BOTH COMPLETELY ENRAGE AND TURN ME ON!!!
Damn it, I think it's too late.
Laterer (And yes, I realize that's not a word)
Decided to stick to my terms about alleviating the ban, despite the mind-altering drugs I've recently ingested; I want an apology, and Rociel never apologizes, so I think I'm safe for awhile. Any desire on my part was completely quelled by this ridiculous leopard and feather thing he was wearing. It's much easier to say no to him when he looks like a reject from a hip-hop drag bar.
