You ask the statue her name.
"Alicia," she says, "I... don't remember my surname."
You approach the statue cautiously. The way the statue's lips move– she even has a mouth inside! What kind of craft is this?
"What are you?"
She shakes her head, "I don't know."
"Well, you can't be a statue. Statue's don't talk. Or move. Unless I'm going crazy here,"
"I don't know... I'm sorry, please don't go..."
You don't know what to do. This is too creepy. No one would believe you if you said you'd spoken to a statue. Fucked a statue, no less.
"What do you want?" you ask, "Unless you can free yourself from that pedestal, I don't think you'll be going anywhere."
She closes her eyes and nods somberly, "I would like to free myself but... I don't know how. So all I want is, for... to not be lonely anymore."
"Well, I don't think I can hang around here forever," you shake your head, "Actually, I need to find the office so I can get a tour of this place."
"I can tell you where everything is!" she blurts out, "But you have to promise not to leave me."
"Umm... I'll need to leave you for a little bit at least, I do need to tour this school... maybe we can work out a compromise?" you can't believe you're doing this, you hope you aren't going crazy.
The statue ponders your words. She smoothes out her hair with one hand and stands dignified, the cloth held at her chest swaying as she changes stance.
"You have to fuck me again," she says, "You have to do that... or you have to promise to visit me. You have to promise that you'll come back again today, too." |