My Beloved Monster 3The Company's headquarters covered a little over a square mile, and was surrounded on three sides by several more miles of farmland. It was irrigated by the Yemen, and powered by a field of solar generators that lay in front of the three main buildings like a shining black gate.
During the early stages of planning, the Company, which had been founded by several students from the University of Pennsylvania and Princeton in Northeastern America, decided that the best place for us to sustain life would be in Southern Saudi Arabia. With racial warfare virtually forgotten, it would be the best place for fresh water, sunlight, free game, and access to the ocean.
We had three main buildings; the first was the biggest, and faced North; this was our library, laboratory, storage facility and infirmary. It housed our vast collections of books, data and samples, and was where the Company's top scientists (myself included) met to compare theories, organize information, and study new things. It was
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He had no idea why he kept coming back. Why he kept forgiving him. He blamed it on the eyes. Those emotional, betraying, wonderful, lying mismatched fire and water eyes. They got him and trapped him every single time- dragging him back in to warm him with licks of flame and when he got burnt they'd cool him with water and then drown him once more. It was... an oddly addictive sort of thing that he went through. Honestly he didn't want a support group and it wasn't the fear that stuck him there it was the pure raw need- an itch that he could only scratch by coming back to him, to be kissed and loved by him... and then to be thrown down the stairs and kicked by him. He couldn't live without it. He didn't need a support group to talk about being abused... he needed rehab. He was as much an addict to this love and abuse as a crack-head to cocaine.
And yet when Danniel was asleep he looked so innocent and harmless. That, too, kept bringing Charr back. The way his mi