Role Play Here

abigail *she felt his chest againest her hands and pulled back* i had no choice- he was my lord and i was his slave.... *she tried to explain*

Zak:: "Ah. Okay. How did you become his slave?"

abigail born a slave and sold to him at 11years old and he killed when  i was 19

Zak:: "Oh. You're right, you didn't have a choice..."

abigail *she nodded* i dont know why he chose me though, he already married another girl

Zak:: "Maybe it was because you're beautiful." He said very quietly.

abigail *her eyes returned tot the floor hiding a faint blush* no im not... im a slave, they hold no beautie

Zak:: "Well you do."

abigail if you say so... *she looked up at him*

Aaron- Sometimes I think that you are nuts for this.

Zak:: He smiled, looking at her. If he could touch her, he'd give her a hug or something.

abigail *she suddenly wished she was real, she wasent sure why* this is confuseing *she whispered*

Zak:: "Confusing? How so?" He said in a whisper that matched hers.

abigail because i like you and i dont know why i like you- i know youll break my heart but...i still am attracted to you... *she kept her tone the same*

Zak:: He smiled, ''I'm not a heart breaker. And, I like you too."

abigail not yet your not-  *she took a step away from him* i should go though

abigail not yet your not-  *she took a step away from him* i should go though

Zak:: "No, don't leave, please..."

abigail im sorry *she pushed past him, she dident like walking threw people*

Zak:: "Don't leave, please."