To be continued

MrsKimblee sat, within a very distant corner of the room, arms, apparently 'secure' about her person thanks to the firm white jacket that she had been encased in, top set of teeth grinding at her bottom lip enough to tear away the skin, blood oh so smoothly trickling down her chin and onto the front of the white material. Buckles stretched and fabric groaned with her wriggles, sitting, with her face just shy of the light but eyes watching.

* FatherIhaveSINNED looked to regard the restrained figure of a woman, not noticing her until then. One eyebrow quirked, seeing the dark shadow of blood dripping from a wound of her own doing, her teeth peircing the flesh of her lip. "Pandora." He uttered the name, his lips careful to pronounce each syllable carefully, to not make any mistake. Interesting. Was she restrained by someone who yearned to hold her back?

* MrsKimblee jarred her head to the side when she heard another speak her name, legs outstretched before her as the belts that wound around her thighs and shins where loose, much more loose than around her arms. Her top half lent toward, head lolling downward and wild locks of hair was all over the place. Slow rasping breaths sounded as well as the light 'drip' of blood droplets onto the floor in front of her. There was no mistaking that she had been much easier to control within the jacket like outfit, but even then the material seemed to be suffering greatly.

FatherIhaveSINNED This could be it. The thing he had been waiting for all this time, the factor that would propel him ever closer to his goal. He closed his eyes, fingers gripping the armrests of his chair, laughing softly despite himself. He rose to stand fully upright, the material of his robe flowing gracefully around his feet as he turned to face the woman. Clearly, she was not of sound mind or body, exactly the kind of state he preferred. He strolled to where she sat, the sound of her ragged sound of her breathing an indication of something wrong internally. Had she been beaten? Tortured? Kneeling by her side, he leaned forward, his face hovering a hairs breath away from hers, "... are you ready, my dear? Are you ready to make the outsiders pay for your pain?"

There was the smallest of sounds that escaped her mouth that began to turn into an almost animalistic growl, yet held some hint that there was a human that was making it. Voice breaking off as she lifted her head, blood catching against her throat as it caused her to splutter, without much of a care. Blood seeped from her bottom lip further down her chin, pulsing slightly as her mouth opened slightly, eyes turning to glare at the blonde haired man that was knelt near her. Even if her face remained stationary, her eyes where locked onto him. Her chest gently rose and fall with her breaths, belts squeezing against flesh which stopped her from taking too much of a lung full."Make them…pay…" She repeated slowly, as if it was some sort of sacred mantra.

FatherIhaveSINNED made a sound of affirmation, nodding his head to show his approval. "Yes. Make them pay." His own breath hitched, his wide with excitement he had not felt in years. The woman was having a meltdown, her fragile mental state ensuring many lives would be lost in the attempt to avenge her dead lover. Anyone who stood in her way would be considered the enemy, no one person safe from harm. It might just be enough bloodshed for him to-- He reached out a han to undo the buckles that bound her. "Make them all pay, my dear."

* MrsKimblee snapped her teeth closed as couldn't let her eyes follow him any more when he moved to unfasten the buckles, hands itching for excitement and trembling with glee. Moving back and forth she could hardly sit still, blood continuing to drip down onto the front of her shirt as she turned her head to the side to watch him with the belts. "Hurry…Hurry!" She growled quickly, eyes boring across at Father as she twitched. "Take this jacket off me na-" She tried to snap but her voice was abruptly caught off from her, entire body turning rigid and stiff. From her back, where her fingertips met in her self hugging gesture, it seemed that some sort of black ink began to seep through the white material, eating away at the ends of the jacket, before in a rush of black and gray, the jacket was gone, her messed lengths of hair extending to her waist, damp and soaking. It was mere second's more Sorrow was sitting before Father, staring up at him.

* FatherIhaveSINNED No sooner had he unlatched the final buckle, peeling the white jacket away from her frame, did he feel the abrupt change in her. He pulled back in alarm, knowing what had gone wrong even before wide golden eyes darted to gaze into those of his daughter. "Sorrow!" How had she regained control of her body when the woman's emotions raged within her? The anger should have won against the sadness in her soul. Were her powers becoming stronger than he realized? He straightened his back, sitting on his knees, the excitement of before fading into nothing. "What happened? Did you push Pandora away?"

Sorrow glared up at Father with a determined look across her face, bringing her arms forward out of its hug, joints admitting wince worthy cracks and crunches as she let them hang either side of her sitting frame. It took her a moment to let her lips part, the broken wound healing over as if the skin knitted together of its own accord, slow, but that was how Sorrow's pain reached, it ate away slowly, clinging them into despair. _{"You wouldn't understand."} The sin began with a very bitter tone, legs working to bend underneath her dress, small figure working to get herself up to her feet, eyes firmly set down onto his own pair.

FatherIhaveSINNED started in surprise at hearing her utter such words, a blatant mockery of him. He watched the skin mend, the dried blood caked to her skin like crimson veins. It was the only sign left behind that there had ever been an injury there to begin with. He fell into silence, watching her rise, her stance firm, her expression one of unwavering determination, quite contrary to her usual persona. His fingers curled, tightly gripping the material of his robe. Was she not going to allow it to happen? To allow Pandora control of her body? If she didn't, not only when it ruin the current opportunity to take things to the next level, it would delay his plan of forever purging the woman's consciousness from her body. He could have told her this, he could have explained himself. But he simply sat still on his knees, his posture sagging slightly, watching her.


Sorrow continued to keep her eyes onto the blonde on his knees, watching with some glare within her eyes. To say the least, Pandora's madness was less than slightly visible within Sorrow's own actions, but the Sin was just so distraught of having her Father keep pushing her aside, to leave her in the dark, without the will to listen to her. Even as he sat there, like some sort of sick puppy, refusing to give yet more explanation. This hurt Sorrow deeply, and she was more than certain that Father didn't even know how much it wounded her. More so, than Control's abuse. She had had such wonderful hopes when first agreeing to stay with the old man, that they would be like a proper family…that he would keep her in mind when going about his plans. Yes, she knew just how…uneducated Father was when it came to interaction, but no matter how she tried to inform him, what she wanted from him and how much she loved him…The sin removed her eyes from him, soon followed by her figure as it turned, stepping from the wall as her steps where slightly faltered and still struggling, but she remained on her feet none the less. Of course she wouldn't break her promise to leave him alone, as that was one of her own greatest fears, but she would more than happily close herself off within her room.

FatherIhaveSINNED was startled more at the lack of any real interaction rather than verbal words. Speech had never been Sorrow's forte. She favored physical encounters of a sort, to touch, to feel. Often she sought warmth from the shadows, and words would not help her find it. He was the one she came to when it was affection she craved, that closeness that only a father could provide. What kind of father could he be with as little knowledge as he had? His goal of freeing himself from--- that had been his priority so long. How could one shove that aside for another, when it was as nearly a part of them? Father pressed one hand down against the rocky floor, staring at his daughters retreating back. He raised the other, stretching it to reach out for her. "S-Sorrow." His voice quaked, not knowing how that show of weakness slithered its way into his tone. "Come back." The arm fell to the floor beside the other, his head drooping down. "... don't leave me." Forgive an old fool.

Sorrow stopped within her tracks as she heard his words…what was wrong with this picture? Sorrow knew that these rolls had been drastically reversed, usually she was the one begging not to be left alone, begging for attention to his disinterested figure. Something within her screamed at her to keep moving, to do to him exactly what it was that he did to her, so he would know just how much it hurt her. Though…Sorrow loved her Father deeply, looking back over her shoulder as she began to return to him, soon moving to before him, his slouched posture…he looked so worn, so struggled. Slowly, Sorrow stretched her fingertips outward onto the top of Father's head, soothing through his straw coloured hair flecked with gray, to push it away from his face. _{"I promised…didn't I..?"} Sorrow began as she continued to push back her father's hair, violet eyes watching him. _{"You can't seem to make up your mind…you tell me to leave you alone and now…you beg me to come back…"} The sin heaved a soft sigh, moving down to follow his lead, sitting down in front of him, looking across at his face. Her throat was hurting from speaking so much, so very much wished not to do any more.

FatherIhaveSINNED watched her approach with the very slightest hint of anxiety, tensing when she raised a hand. What he expected her to do, he hadn't the slightest idea. Nothing she could have done had the ability to harm him, in the physical sense. Gold eyes flickered about in rhythm with his racing thoughts, her cold, slender fingers coursing through his hair, her words soft, almost matching the kind tone of her original self. He carefully observed her every movement as she lowered herself to the ground in front of him, her voice fading out as the last of her speech escaped her. His lips parted and closed, like he had something to say but could not quite decide whether or not to say it. In the end, he decided in favor of it. He shut his eyes to block out her image. "I suppose that... I am afraid of you. Of this... bond, that we share."

Sorrow brought both hands upward to gently try and touch either side of his face, small palms feeling the edges of his beard tickling at her skin. Though she tried to not let it bother her, bottom lip pouting ever so softly as eyebrows twisted upward, he was afraid? Sorrow admittedly was taken aback by the comment, _{"Daddy…you shouldn't be scared of me…of, this…"} She tried to start, voice struggling quickly as she swallowed thickly, lowering her hands from either side of his face to press against his chest, edging closer with a tiny tremble. _{"Isn't it nice...to know when you wake up, that you're not alone? That someone is here, just for you…"}

FatherIhaveSINNED sat rigidly when she situated herself closer to him, a fledging trying to soothe his doubts, attempting to convince him that there was nothing to fear. Something had changed. It bothered him that he could not put his finger on what that something might be. He spoke through his confusion. "Don't misunderstand me, I care for all of my children. They are a part of me, my sins, my emotions. They will always have a place here. They strive to show me their love in a different way then the method you have chosen. You..." And he paused, briefly, eyes searching her face. "... you have chosen to stay here." To keep him company, chase away the loneliness that he had failed to realize had continued to linger in the back of his mind. "I am afraid of trusting you. To keep you at a distance is my defense."