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Further down the beach, near the area that Lexx frequently visited, Damian had been very busy. In only a few days, he had made use of the natural caves in the mountains to set up a rather expansive living area. With Lexx's safety in mind, he had even installed security systems within a mile perimeter of the island. There was also a way to completely conceal all of the living areas from outsiders and protect it from inclement weather.
After several hard days of ordering crews around, selecting appropriate furnishings, stocking the kitchen and arranging for a couple of servants, Damian had decided it was time to relax with Kane. Two folding chairs with soft cushions had been placed on the main deck. Both Damian and Kane were taking advantage of the lazy afternoon and gentle breeze.
Two of Damian's dice darted to the railing, chattering amongst themselves. The dice had full reign of the island. There were a dozen of them scattered in the surrounding area. They were all enjoying the vacation, although for them, this was normal life. Damian rarely used them for their intended purpose.
Kane yawned and stretched. She had fallen asleep for a few minutes. "You did a wonderful job, Damian … and so fast!"
"Only the best for you, M'dear," Damian responded with a smile.
"Hopefully Lexx will appreciate it." Kane rolled her shoulders and stood up. She was jealous. This was not for her. It was for Lexx. She had her own room in the caverns, with a beautiful view of the ocean, but it was not really hers. This reality annoyed her. Even here, nothing was hers. And she was trapped here.
3 thoughts on “October 12, 2004 (1 Comment)”
Refugnic
Well, one could imagine a worse prison, really.
Ogre
It matters not the size and comfort level of the cell; those iron bars are just as immovable
Raxondr
Make a prison big enough, and nobody will ever know it is a prison.
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