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TPATSG Chapter Snippet- Kiss Elaine was a deer, trembling before the bow of a hunter. Paralyzed by fear, she couldn't run; she couldn't tear herself away from him. He drew her closer and closer to him, and she was forced to obey his compelling. Her body became as still and stiff as Death himself, even as she felt his warm hand snake up her back. No, no no! was all she could think. Please, this can't be happening! Edric's hand reached the back of her neck, and her head snapped back involuntarily as she momentarily lost all the sensation in her body. His other arm whipped around and caught her before she crumpled, pressing her body to his. She quivered like a hare before the fox. Her head was still locked in place, staring into his moss-on-oak eyes. He didn't blink, and she couldn't drop her gaze. She opened her mouth to protest, but he slammed his soft lips into hers before she could speak.
A tsunami of rapture collided with her soul. Her bri
IN ToleranceIN Tolerance
Oratoré- a speaker
Officer- a follower of Paxia
Artiste- an artist
Amoré- love incarnate
Paxia- the "goddess", "peace"
(The play opens to a dark place. Three people are marching in line, in perfect unison, led by a fourth an officer-esque figure. Their mouths are loosely bound, as are their hands.)
(The last person in the line breaks formation to step out. Oratoré removes her bindings)
Oratoré: Day in and day out we fall prey to the same malice! Tolerance! All is in the name of this god we worship this false deity who enslaves the laity! Cursed are we who toil in the name of this thing shall we speak, see, or hear evil? NO! We shall live perfectly IN TOLERANCE! Let no one speak of controversiesBAH! To hellfire with the delusion of tolerance! Let me speak my love!
Officer: Silence, fool, or you shall experience the bite of hellfire for yourself.
Oratoré: Would you snuff out the words of the Oratoré in your quest fo
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