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CAPTAIN HELEN SILITTO, SPACE DEBRIS COLLECTION VESSEL ‘ELIMINATOR 4’ / PRIVATE LOG / 23.9.2075
Something incredible happened last night. Something so mind-blowing, I am writing it down to try and make sense of it. Make sense of me. I’m using my personal log, so no one can see it. This is not for anyone else’s eyes. It’s hard enough for me to read.
Above my head, a gentle tropical breeze delicately caresses the palm-leaf roof of our island room. A few minutes ago a warm, early morning sun rose above the sea, dispelling the last remnants of the night I shall never forget.
The night someone stole my soul.
As I write this, I begin to wonder who I am. I thought I knew, until a few hours ago. Now, I am a stranger to myself. I do not know how to feel. What I should feel. Guilt, remorse? Ecstasy, intensity… love?
We are prisoners here, transported to this island paradise by an entity I do not yet understand. A real fear grows in my mind that the safety of my crew, and perhaps of the entire human race, is about to be put at risk. And yet, despite those fears, somehow I have never felt so free.
Last night, in a few moments of total, overwhelming passion, my angel stole my soul.
She will own it forever.
And I will never be the same woman again.
(Cry of an Angel contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature. Over 18's only please!)
CAPTAIN HELEN SILITTO, SPACE DEBRIS COLLECTION VESSEL ‘ELIMINATOR 4’ / PRIVATE LOG / 23.9.2075
Something incredible happened last night. Something so mind-blowing, I am writing it down to try and make sense of it. Make sense of me. I’m using my personal log, so no one can see it. This is not for anyone else’s eyes. It’s hard enough for me to read.
Above my head, a gentle tropical breeze delicately caresses the palm-leaf roof of our island room. A few minutes ago a warm, early morning sun rose above the sea, dispelling the last remnants of the night I shall never forget.
The night someone stole my soul.
As I write this, I begin to wonder who I am. I thought I knew, until a few hours ago. Now, I am a stranger to myself. I do not know how to feel. What I should feel. Guilt, remorse? Ecstasy, intensity… love?
We are prisoners here, transported to this island paradise by an entity I do not yet understand. A real fear grows in my mind that the safety of my crew, and perhaps of the entire human race, is about to be put at risk. And yet, despite those fears, somehow I have never felt so free.
Last night, in a few moments of total, overwhelming passion, my angel stole my soul.
She will own it forever.
And I will never be the same woman again.
(Cry of an Angel contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature. Over 18's only please!)
