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Othello - Chapter 2I open my eyes and am blinded by the sun.The sun blurs as someone leans over me, their face shadowed and unfamiliar. They are large, squarish, and look like they are several pounds overweight."He's waking up, Aubrey," they say, and I wince when the sun comes back into full view. It disappears again when his head leans over me – I can tell it is him because he smells like fire and his hair is just touching my chest."Othello?" he asks.Who is Othello, and why does he keep asking for him? My head aches, as does my chest. Did I die? Am I even alive now?I try to speak but there is something over my mouth – a tube is connecting me to some sort of machine, something that I pray is keeping me alive and not killing me all over again."Don't ever do that again! Jesus Christ, you nearly fucking died! You're lucky we got here as fast as we did, you son of a bitch!""Mou... Aubrey, please don't yell," the soft voice of the square creature echoes, and I moan slightly, because it on
Othello - Chapter 1One. Four. Three. Six. It is so boring here. I have waited patiently for them to do something, while every day they do nothing. They simply walk by in their plain little suits and look official. I think I am going mad. "Let me out of here!" It is the first thing I have said to them in months. The two walking past me look at me with mildly displeased surprise. "Let me out of here!" I repeat, adding some banging on the plastic panel that separates me from them, causing them to jump. Silent as ever, and they walk on. I sigh and collapse in a corner of the white, plastic prison. "You feel like a wild animal." I glance up, and I look at the female standing there; she is most definitely not a regular. Is this what they call psychology? "You feel trapped." She starts slowly circling my cage. "You feel.... angry, I think." "Very good, Au
The Art of... Seduction?"Mr. Wonka," a breathy, feminine, inherently grating voice called, and it took all of Wonka's willpower to not cringe at the sound.Since he didn't have any willpower, he cringed openly, and turned, forcing a smile that made his gums hurt. "Yes? Everything all right, then?"Violet Beauregarde's mother stood in front of the chocolatier, normally wide and glassy eyes half-lidded and cloudy. "Mr. Wonka, I was just wondering about this..." She took a step forward, and Wonka took a quick step backwards. "This prize that you're giving out.""O...Oh?" he whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the woman's forceful presence. He smiled, weakly, clearly not liking being so close to Ms. Beuregarde. "I...Now, why would you want to spoil a surprise? Heh, you're funny." He made a desperate attempt to flee, but she touched – just touched – his jacket, and he froze up in confusion."Oh, I promise not to tell Violet. And besides, we both know she's going to win it...""D...Do we, now?" Wonka whimpered