Don't answer the phone
Feb. 14th, 2011 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticDesmond was expecting a call from one of his clients. While he waited he chilled out in his studio humming along to the radio. After work he was going to see his lover, Peter. They had a place together in the city. It was furnished modestly despite the huge sum of money they got after leaving the Dollhouse.
Both of them agreed that they wanted to live normal lives. The Dollhouse was a phase in their lives; it wouldn’t be a lifestyle choice.
Des’s phone ringing drew him out of his thoughts. Quickly he turned the music down as he answered.
“Hello?” There was no voice on the other end. Just a strange screeching sound. It traveled through Des’s ear, winding its way into his brain to scrape out every important thought he owned.
The phone clattered loudly on the floor. Wordlessly Des walked across the room. He picked up a pair of scissors. Blood splattered on the floor.
Peter woke up, gasping for breath and shaking all over.
Both of them agreed that they wanted to live normal lives. The Dollhouse was a phase in their lives; it wouldn’t be a lifestyle choice.
Des’s phone ringing drew him out of his thoughts. Quickly he turned the music down as he answered.
“Hello?” There was no voice on the other end. Just a strange screeching sound. It traveled through Des’s ear, winding its way into his brain to scrape out every important thought he owned.
The phone clattered loudly on the floor. Wordlessly Des walked across the room. He picked up a pair of scissors. Blood splattered on the floor.
Peter woke up, gasping for breath and shaking all over.