>>54480164I fantasize about Shiori demanding that I kneel and grovel before her big, beautiful black goth boots because I dared to try and compliment her during silent time in the archives. As I get on my hands and knees and start begging for forgiveness, she raises one of her big stompers. Hands on her hips, she steps on the back of my head to force my face into the asphalt beneath me. Smiling, she rolls the sole of her boot around on my head, side to side, grinding against it while telling me that I'd be much happier if I shut up forever and never talk to her again. Unless spoken to first, of course. I still have to work for her.
And I work, I endure the pain, the pebbles and rough pavement cutting into my nose and cheeks and forehead, the hard rubber making my scalp scream, I love the pain because it is Shiorin's love for her viewers. She loves me when she crouches down, grasps my bangs and yanks my head back up to look me in the eyes.
Her beautiful eyes. I can't say no to them as they command me to open my mouth wide for her.
*ptu*
I burn with love for Shiori Novella as I obediently swallow her spit.
