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Wilhelm, Part 7

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He blinked. It was all he could do, he realized, to the fullest extent.

"What business do you have here?" Came a voice from the black abyss, the second of which in just as many days.

There was a pause as Wilhelm struggled against the chains wrapped around his arms, across his shoulders, around his waist, and around his legs. Sweat trickled into his eyes and gave a dull sting that he tried to wince away. It only made the sting deeper, more painful.

"Does he understand?"

There was a loud thud and a spotlight came on above his head. He was several feet from the ground (or to be more specific, the end of the light illuminating the area around and below him), the chains bound around him were smooth and black. One thing, however, stood out among all of the other oddities of the situation. He was naked, and there was small smiles drawn all over his body with what appeared to be blue paint.

"I think he understands, yes, yes. Understands perfectly well. I don't think he knows, though. Who we are. Why he's here." That same voice from the tower. Like a child's, almost.

Another thud echoed through the seemingly expansive hall. A desk sat on what appeared to be nothing but the cone of light encompassing it. A woman sat in a rather large, glistening brown chair, her hair pulled back taught into a bun held together by two silver needles. Papers lay before her, though they were too far for him to read.

He looked toward the end of the desk, where, to his surprise and awe, sat a creature unlike anything he had seen before...

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On August 2nd, 2006 01:35 pm (UTC), takaal commented:
a rather large, glistening brown chair... oh, my mind is having fun with that one.

What's the creature? What's the creature?
*sits to fidget patiently for tomorrow's installment*
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