Marquis de Sade
PG-13
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Larxene stared at the book darkly for the longest time. Marquis de Sade. Why would she want to read that? Her eye twitched. She was bored; with Axel off, testing the Keyblade master, she had nothing to do. It was a book, and it would kill some time.
Axel was the one who recommended that she read it in the first place. He seemed to think it was funny.
Positioning herself on the couch, she flipped the book open. The pages were worn and old, but the text had remained perfectly clear. It was like a black knife carved the letters into the paper, instead if ink. It was more fitting, too.
It was that man’s name that the word “sadism” came from. As she read a cattish grin slowly spread over her features. The man was horribly, completely, and utterly sick. He had no morals, no restraint, no law… It was almost as if…he didn’t even have a heart.
Larxene laughed---a dark, bitter laugh.
Maybe the book wasn’t so bad after all.
“Kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.” ~Donatien Alphonse François, marquis de Sade
