Emotional Overflow

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Makima is a special person. As much is clear from the start, that's a thing everyone could tell you that had the pleasure or certainly even the displeasure to meet her under the wrong circumstances.

She is so unique, in fact, that there is no normal part of her. Every single fiber of her being is remarkable. Might it be her alluring and stunning looks, all the way to her unparalleled intelligence and wit to know what to do and especially when.

Though this made her already so unique and remarkable, but the most prominent of her features are her feelings, or rather the lack thereof. While other are controlled by them and act irrationally when push comes to shove, she keeps a cool head.

That, coupled with her unbelievable work ethic, made her rise to the top of the bureau unbelievably easy and fast, to the point people got suspicious if she had something with the higher-ups, particularly if looking at the work climate hostility towards women. But what can I say? She is special, and expecting less from her than absolute perfection would be an insult to her.

Even though lacking any kind of emotions, she is, of course, exceptionally capable of reading others and being able to adapt to every situation if necessary. Playing the role of a lovely lady if needed, all the way to a benevolent and, most of the time, cruel leader.

Toying around with the hearts and minds of colleagues left and right. Not distinguishing between man nor woman as her feminine charms are irresistible for both.

Does she enjoy it? No, not really. And she couldn't care much less about it. She cares not about the people around her, much less how they feel. As long as she can use them to climb farther and further up the food chain, anything goes.

Until, of course, she meets someone specific. "Her partner" is one of the many ways she refers to them.

Kindling something in her, she was foreign to. At first, she disliked it, seeing as whatever this was messed with her mind and her stomach. But fell soon victim to the one feeling she brought upon so many others.

It took her not long to realize what it was, though it came not alone as the feeling of fear accompanied it. Fear of what she didn't know, as ironic as it is.

It took her aback to finally receive such emotions as she tried her best to understand and comprehend them. More baffling was the fact that those feeling only manifested if she occupied herself with her "partner."

She now finally came to experience the bittersweet feeling of her own adolescents and youth, and that at the surprising age of 21.

It was already at the beginning, a deep affection she experienced, but the longer she thought about them, the harder her feelings became to control as new ones mixed together with the old ones. Creating a mess of emotions she could not really understand as she hid them behind her iron mask. Trying her best to play them off.

But what is hidden and suppressed is destined to boil over sooner than later as it chips away at her mask and everything she was known for.

It could have been such a beautiful story of young love and affection though it was sadly never meant to be like that. As her inexperience and her fixation morphed and contorted that once so-innocent feeling away into something sinful.

Into something that had lost its right to be called love as it changed into something so much more. So much more unbelievably depraved and despicable.

May God be with them, as he is the only one that will be able to hear their screams. Standing by their side on a rollercoaster of horrific love and pain that searches for its equal.

Oh God, forgive them, for they don't know what they are doing as they give themselves to their most animalistic side.


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