Yao stood at the door to Ivan's house, his hands firmly clasped together under the long sleeves of his robe. He glanced nervously over at his companion who seemed to not have a care in the world, his cheerful disposition and happy go lucky charm never seemed to diminish, not even under the most bazaar and extreme circumstances.
He sighed as the seconds ticked by and was just about to knock again when suddenly the door opened and Ivan's large lavender eyes peered out at them as he chuckled a little in Russian. "You made it! Come in come in." he threw open the door so that the two could come inside.
"Thank you aru" Said Yao as he gave a quic
Sitting down at the desk the Artist spread a clean piece of white paper in front of him and picked his favorite pencil out of the cup that sat on his desk. Looking at the black sheet of paper he began to draw the picture he saw in his head. Curving lines intermingled with humble circles began to appear as he lightly pushed the pencil against the paper. "This is great" he muttered to himself as he began to lightly shade in the parts that he wanted to have color, slowly but surely he began to darken some of the shaded areas, pressing harder and harder on the pencil. He loved this pencil, it was slightly flexible, making it very easy
"Not again." I cringed as I felt the large, sweaty fingers of my abuser wrap around my skinny torso. Hadn't I been used enough for one day? Why was he using me again? "I needed rest, please choose someone else " I cried in vain. I felt the familiar stinging sensation as my face was pushed into a clean piece of white paper. From my vantage point I can see my blood began to flow onto the paper from the deep cut wound that had been inflicted on me at birth, the one that every time I am abused, is reopened and worsened. I am forced into positions of pain, my whole body quivers as the hand of my oppressor is clenched tighter and tighter, his