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TheWhoreMonger

07/02/2020 11:35 PM 

Deva's pretty little birds.

Deva fretted and paced back and forth as she waited behind the bar; she was getting in some fresh stock this evening, and she was tired of waiting for the truck to show up. "Where are they?" She snapped at one of her security detail and gave him a look that said; don't piss me off right now. "Deva, the product is being shipped here from the boat, and their E.T.A. is estimated to be about ten more minutes. The truck has run into a bit of a snag...traffic; they can do nothing about that fact." Deva walked toward her second in command to stare him right in the eyes. "I will be in the bar; I need a goddamn drink. You contact me as soon as they arrive, ya hear?" Her southern drawl was more amplified when she agitated or angry. They could measure her agitation when she walked back toward the bar, stiff and brisk movements that showed in the grim expression she wore on her features. Once at the bar, she shoved the one bartender out of the way to make her own drink. Walking back and forth, she grabbed each bottle of alcohol and slammed them onto the countertop until she had everything she needed.  Then, she went about mixing her favorite alcoholic beverage and left the bottles behind so that one of the other girls could clean it up. Deva now had a gimlet in hand as she moved to sit at one table, just trying to relax by sitting down and enjoying a few libations to take the edge off. Turning her attention toward the bar once more, Deva flicked her finger at one of the girls to come over to her, and the girl had better understand what Deva meant when she did it. The girl became frantic, and it showed in her panicked reactions as she ran behind the bar quickly and then ran over to Deva with a well-oiled, decorative wooden box to place it on the table before her with an exaggerated flourish. As soon as Deva gathered the box from her, she waved her off with an annoyed flick of her hand. Then, Deva took the box in reverently in hand and carefully opened it to examine the contents inside.Once this beautiful piece of artwork was finally opened, Deva pulled out a weed bag, some rolling papers, and a grinder. Methodically, she placed the pot into the mill to grind the herb for better use, and once it was ground down, she then took some of it out of the metal apparatus and lined in the middle of a minor piece of rolling paper. Slowly, she wrapped it up and then licked the edge to seal the joint. Rummaging around the box a bit, she grabbed a lighter from the box to spark it up. Deva didn't give a sh*t that the bar was packed when she lit up and continued to go about not caring that people were milling around, dancing, throwing money at the girls doing lap dances, or loud music playing and reverberating around the room of the club. Now, in her own little world, she leaned back and took a heavy inhale of some of the most delicate buds in California and held it in her lungs for a few long moments.  Deva then let the smoke expel from her lungs as she blew it out.  The T.H.C. in the herb hit rather quickly, and it helped her relax her body and mind; this Sativa was fantastic. As she sat there, both smoking and drinking, her head of security came over to whisper in her ear. That's when she shouted, "it's about damn time!" Once she got the information that the stock had arrived, Deva slid from the booth and went to stand up to follow him out. Before she left, Deva flicked her finger toward the girl behind the bar who ran over to grab the box and it's contents to put it back behind the bar for Deva to use later. For the girl's efforts, Deva gave her a charming smile that did not reach her eyes, and that's when Deva sauntered back toward the back of the club with her security detail trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Deva sat down in a plush chair and put her gimlet down as she finished the last of her joint and stubbed it out. Then, with a nod of her head, the men left the back room, and then a few moments later, a trail of beautiful women streamed into the room before Deva. The men forcibly moved the women to stand in a row in front of her so that she may consider each of them. Each woman was dirty and wearing unflattering potato sack dresses. After a moment, the head of her security detail came in to hand her a large stack of passports to which she placed them into an expensive purse that laid on the floor next to her chair. Deva watched each woman as they shuffled about, crying and their faces frantic at the fate that laid before them. She then stood up to walk closer to each woman. One by one, Deva would grab their chin and look over their features, feeling the texture of their hair, and then she nodded her head at one of the three older women that helped Deva keep her girls in check. This older woman then shooed out the men and then, in Ukrainian, instructed each girl to take off their dresses. Each girl's frantic fear began to amp up, and that's when Deva screamed at them to shut up and do as they were told. The older woman then forcibly helped the girls take off their gowns. Now, each girl was standing there in a pair of drab bras and panties, and most of them held one arm across their chests and a hand over their crotch. Three of them stared defiantly at the two women examining them, and that gave Deva a wicked thrill. Oh, how much fun it would be to break their spirits. One by one, she examined them and then called over the older woman to give instructions. Stepping back to admire her product, the older woman organized them each into three groups. "Magda, take group one upstairs to the greeting rooms, get them cleaned up and prepped for orientation," before they left, though, Deva spoke up once more. "Tell them I own their passports now. If they are agreeable girls and do as they are told to do that, they will get their passports back in five years with a stipend that will help aid them in their journey into their unfamiliar world; and with freshly minted, visa's that will help them stay. I need them prepped for the side business and for Milo to organize working visa's for them in the interim," with that...she waved the older woman off. A few moments later, the other two women entered the room and walked up to stand a few paces behind Deva as she surveyed the other prospects."Margit, I need you to get group two down to the stables. They need to be branded, cleaned up, and immediately prepared for work. Get doctor Horowitz down here to give them a full physical so that they may be ready for the Hell's Angels party tomorrow evening." With that, she shooed Margit and the second group of girls off to their fate. Then, Deva stood before the last group of women, clucking her tongue a few times as she regarded them with a semi disgusted look on her features. "Valencia... this disappointing lot is to get ready to be servers in the bar, cleaners, bar support, and whatever other menial tasks you can find them. Take them to be branded and then cleaned up and put to work at once. The bar is in full swing, but by the end of the night, it will have to be cleaned from the walls to the floors," she stated as regarded all the new prospects.They seemed dirty like the other girls and malnourished too after their long journey from Ukraine to California. They all had been supplicated with the idea that they would come to America as mail-order brides and get visas and such to start lovely new lives as American citizens. None of them realized what their real fates were to be. Deva sighed very slowly, as if she were being put upon and as if she were distraught over that fact. "Feed them too, I don't need any of them passing out while they are cleaning," then she looked over to a lone girl and sighed as she eyed her up and down. Walking closer, she noted how she was younger than the others and held a defiant air about her. She was pretty in a strange way and had the most brilliant green eyes. Deva canted her head and then turned to the older woman.  As Deva walked closer to the girl, she screamed in her face, spat at her, and then went to claw out her eyes. The girl's actions suddenly gave Deva a dark thrill as she grabbed hold of her and then slapped her hard enough across the face to leave a red handprint. Turning, she then motioned toward one of the elder ladies to let in one of her security detail. Taking the girl up by her arms, Deva thrust her hard toward the taller man, and instead of being caught in his arms, he let her fall to the ground before him with a shocking sound. "Take this little bitch and do whatever you want with her…take her to be cleaned up and branded and use whatever means necessary to make her both quiet and pliable. The man gave Deva a look as if he were afraid of her, then took out his cattle prod and began to prod the girl more than ten times in both of her legs and stomach, which turned her very pliable and caused her to start crying. That last fact left a very sadistic smirk on Deva's features as she got what she wanted from the girl. The man then forcible picked her up by the arm and hauled her up the stairs to join the other girls from group three."When you are finished with this one? Take her to my quarters. This pretty bird needs a bit of T.L.C.," than with those last words; Deva sauntered over to her chair to grab her bag and her gimlet before she headed out of the room and through the bar to a hidden staircase that would take her upstairs to her apartment. Once upstairs, Deva put her things down and undressed as she headed to her very opulent bathroom. Deva went about shucking off her clothing, which she left in a trail from the front door to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, she turned on the tub and adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature before closing the drain off and filling the tub with vetivert and orange-scented bath bubbles and salts with a little olive oil to help keep her skin silky soft and smooth. That was when she grabbed her robe and slipped it on with a soft and happy purr at the feel of its softness on her lush skin. Once in her gown, she padded into her kitchen, where she poured herself a new gimlet that she mixed up and then went to the fridge to grab some cherries, which Deva put in a bowl after she cleaned them off.With treats in hand, Deva sighed as she padded back toward her bathroom, which was being filled with the intoxicating aroma and humid air as the water filled the tub to the top, which she then shut off. Placing her goodies on a table next to her clawfoot tub, she went about the bathroom to light all of her scented candles and then went to turn off the bathroom light. Now, it was perfect. As she sat down in the tub, Deva grabbed some hairpins so that she could pin-up her lengthy hair, slowly she leaned back, and smiled as she was covered in vetiver and orange-scented bubbles. Today was a good haul, and she knew that this new group would bring her lots of new profits and associations that she could exploit to make even more money. Lifting her dainty hand, she reached into the bowl of cherries, plucked an excellent one, and popped it into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, Deva moaned softly as the cherry's flavor burst forth over her tongue, leaving her with a beaming smile as she relaxed and let the day's activities melt from her coiled muscles and sore frame.

тнε υηιcσяη

07/02/2020 11:13 PM 

Resurgence

Resurgence   The Unicorn /1630438 The young blonde witch was not moving. He had come with a purpose. His serious blue eyes focused on the young looking man in front of him. Technically his big brother Malachai was almost two decades older than he was, but thanks to the Prison World, the two living sons of Joshua Parker were biologically the same age. “Malachai! Stop! I’ll merge with you!” Luke Parker hoped that his voice wasn’t shivering as much as his body was.His big brother that had killed 4 of their siblings back when Luke was too young to remember. All he could recall was taking Liv's hand and running somewhere with their big sister Josette. He also remembered a lot of crying. They were being chased by a monster. Looking into Kai’s eyes was like looking into the face of pure evil. This was the monster of his childhood. Soon a shiver raced down his spine, but he stood steadfast. He was going to protect his sisters no matter the cost.Luke Parker was a gifted witch ever since he could remember. His talent developed right along that of his twin. Olivia was everything to him. She was his best friend for all his life. He’d heard stories from the older members of the Coven that he never liked being in a basinet alone. He’d cry until he was put into a full sized crib with his twin sister. These two were destined by Coven law to undergo the merge for leadership of the Coven. No one ever foresaw the return of the family embrassment.Kai's plot against his twin was something he’d plotted for all this time. Looking at his little brother, a sneer curled his lip. “You really want to die don’t you little bro?”. He took those steps toward his brother to meet the challenge.Inside Luke was trembling like a child. The Monster of his childhood was right in front of him. He could just walk away, but he didn’t. Liv and Jo needed him. Their entire Coven needed him. He took the hands of his brother and started chanting.The power surged between the two of them. Luke’s magic was strong. He could feel himself winning against Kai. It was working!. There was an underlying current that was building. Slowly he could feel his magical energy begin to fade. He tried to compensate, but all it did was seem to fail him. That was when he realized that Kai was cheating. Kai was siphoning Luke and using it against him. His battle was being lost. His soul left his body and merged into that of his brother the murderous evil psychopath. Luke Parker was gone.~*~It was worse than any nightmare. He was dead, but yet his soul couldn’t cross over. Luke was stuck looking through the eyes of a maniac. Dwelling inside his brother was worse than any hell he could have imagined. His heart was breaking at all the evil his brother was implementing. Every once in a while he could exert some influence over Kai. Kai had even mentioned crying and not knowing what was happening.Since they were merged, Kai was technically no longer a siphon. The magic he was using was Luke’s all because they were merged. All this destruction and chaos was happening because Kai had his own magic. Luke felt like a failure being trapped in the vast darkness of a beast.When he saw Kai fighting Olivia, he used every bit of strength he could muster. The hopelessness faded when he had won this temporary victory. Kai couldn’t raise his hand to Olivia. He was different from his brother. Luke loved and adored his twin sister. He wouldn’t ever let any harm come to her no matter if he was living or dead. All the strength he had exerted in this battle inside of Kai had caused him to go dormant for a while. Looking through Kai’s eyes had ceased for a season. While Kai was still using Luke’s magic, Luke slept.Luke’s essence inside of Kai opened up again, but it was too late. He couldn’t stop Kai from stabbing Jo through the back. He could see her essence leave her body as she collapsed to the ground.He was screaming loudly inside of Kai’s body knowing no one could hear him. He could feel the jagged glass in Kai’s hand. He knew what was coming next. Kai intended to kill himself taking the rest of the Gemini Coven with him. All Luke could do was sit back and wait for the end. ~*~His eyes opened again. Luke could not feel Kai anywhere. He looked around confused by where he was. He pushed himself up slowly to a standing position. He was in the middle of a lush green meadow with a gentle breeze. It was absolutely beautiful here. It was like a dream come true. It was certainly better than where he had been.“Lucas.” It was a female voice he heard. He cast a sweeping glance at where he was. “You are free Lucas. The noble act of your sacrifice to protect your sisters has not gone unnoticed. Being bound to a monster was an egregious error that I am here to rectify this error.”Luke saw nothing but the purity of nature around him. He could see his own appendages again instead of looking at the world through Kai’s eyes. This made him grow more excited. “Who are you? Where are you?”A gentle laughter that sounded like a babbling brook met his inquiry. “Lucas, I am what you see around you. For centuries past and time untold, my guardians have been protecting me and following my direction. You knew me the day you hid from your evil brother as he sought to kill you. I was there when you were a teenager trying to find yourself. And I watched as you tried to save your sisters.”He knew who she was. Every witch knew the spirit of nature that they had served for years. “Gaia.” He spoke softly.“Correct!” She answered. “Now go and fulfill your destiny, my son. Walk upon the earth again. Your nieces live and they need you. The world needs you.”The lights faded around him until he found himself in the outskirts of Mystic Falls itself. He rose his right hand to do a simple locator spell to find blood of his blood. Just ahead was the gate to the Salvatore Boarding School. The next chapter of his life was about to begin.  "Relax. I'm gay and your brother, so technically you're the least attractive person in the world to me." credit: james kriet

Elizabeth Miller

07/02/2020 10:44 PM 

Elizabeth Miller

The names Elizabeth Miller I take part in The Last of Us series. I'm a side character created for a reason so read my bio on her. Now to get to the point I do crossovers as well including The Walking Dead and Resident Evil so feel free to add me. 

ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

07/02/2020 10:36 PM 

family. for blush response.

  “… You’re Markus.”Markus looked over towards the doorway and noticed a little girl standing there with an expression that resembled hope. He knew who she was. She was the one who traveled with Kara. He turned around and moved over to where she stood and knelt so he could be eye-level with her. “And you’re Alice.” A light smile graced his lips when she seemed embarrassed that he knew her name. He wasn’t sure why, but he supposed it was because she never assumed the leader of the rebellion would know she is. Believe it or not, he knew everyone who was in Jericho.Alice tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “How do you know my name?”He wanted to chuckle. “I know everyone in Jericho. It helps that I met with your caretaker Kara when you first got here.” All three of them, Luther, Kara, and Alice, joined Jericho at least a few weeks ago. He never had the chance to formally meet Alice until now, though he never expected a child to get mixed in all of this. He recalled the child android he saw when he first approached Jericho where all hope was lost. The child had been discarded when his parents didn’t want him anymore.… Android or not, a child should not be living on the streets like that. Markus was appalled humans could show such a lack of compassion for a child they wanted, but he supposed there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. When they gained their freedom, hopefully he’d be able to set up the new rules when it came to android children. If humans wanted children, but could not have them, then he wanted to ensure nothing like that could happen again. He didn’t even have time to mention the android children who get abused in their homes.She exhaled a soft giggle. “Oh, I’m glad you got to meet Kara. She’s great. She’s…” She trailed off while holding her hands together, which caused Markus’ face to shift. There was great pain in her expression, as if she were remembering things she shouldn’t. Markus supposed everyone has a story, including this little girl who probably seen more than enough traumatic experiences in her time. He hates that she faced such trials.Footsteps distracted them both. “There you are Alice,” Kara looked at Markus, “You don’t need to bother the leader of Jericho. Come on.” She grabbed Alice’s hand and lightly tugged her along, though Markus simply stood up to stop her.“She’s not bothering me. You can come to me any time you want.”This made the girl smile again, but Kara still pulled her away.“Bye Markus!” --  It was cold in Detroit, but not enough to stop Alice from going to the rooftop with Markus that morning. She wanted to learn to play the piano and Markus was willing to teach her, though he asked Kara first before doing anything. Kara seemed pretty hesitant, but when she saw the puppy dog pout Alice gave her, she eventually gave in. This made Markus smile, especially to let her mind remain at ease. She was safe in Markus’ hands. He hoped she would know that.“Here, just—” Markus was interrupted by the sound of a key being tapped a little too hard, which made him grimace a little. “Don’t tap it too hard otherwise you won’t have the appropriate melody. Here, follow my lead.”Markus allowed his fingers to flow across the keys expertly, though that only seemed to confuse Alice a little more. She released a light sigh of frustration and nearly slammed her face on the piano until Markus chose to stop her from doing so. A light smile appeared on his face as her grabbed one of her hands to press the keys gently as he did them. “Just close your eyes and allow it to come to you. Learning to play can be difficult, but I know you can do it.”He watched her a little while longer and enjoyed the taps she made, though most of them sounded off-key. It didn’t take too long for her to understand the melody, but she was still having trouble. They decided to take a break and watch the snow falling to the ground from the chairs that were situated up there. He enjoyed being out here on his own, but he didn’t mind the company.It was a comfortable silence until Alice ended up breaking it. “… So, I can tell you look at Kara a lot…”Markus immediately felt uncomfortable with where this was going. “But it’s okay, cause she does the same to you too.”This caused Markus to pause briefly before he turned to look at the girl who sat beside him. “I’ve never seen anyone look like that. I’ve only read about them in books.”He chuckled softly and stood up. “Come on. It’s time to return you to Kara.” -- Their lessons have carried on for a long time. Slowly and steadily, Alice was finally understanding how to play the piano better than she had been when they first began. Markus was proud of her to say the least. He knew she had been aware of how he looked at Kara, but he didn’t realize how obvious he was being. It didn’t take him long to make a move on her, one night when she was trying to leave the ship with Alice because she thought it was too dangerous. He didn’t blame her, yet it broke his heart that she would do that without telling him first.If she was serious, then Markus would have given her the name of his contacts to help lead them somewhere safe. He supposed he couldn’t help himself at that point. He had to let her know how he felt, lest he go insane from it.“What are your intentions with Kara, Markus?”Markus looked towards Alice who sat in the piano chair. She was looking back towards him with a curious expression, though he was caught off guard by her straight forwardness. If Markus wanted to admit it, he’d probably tell her that he felt embarrassed to even answer that question, but he knew how she was. She was too curious for her own good and wouldn’t drop a subject if she felt passionate about it. Kara was her mom, so it wasn’t hard to see where she was coming from. Even so, Markus didn’t know how to answer. A part of him didn’t want to simply because she was quite young. Was it any of her business?He awkwardly looked away, “I care for her. If that’s what you mean.”Alice stood up and made her way over to him, standing in front of him, “No. What are your intentions? Are you going to marry her?”Markus grew confused for a moment. “Marry her? Alice—”A light smile appeared on her face when she couldn’t keep up the joke anymore. “I’m just kidding. I know you care about her, but don’t you dare hurt her!”“I have no intention of hurting her, Alice.”She giggled and wrapped him in a hug, which he returned easily. He was thankful that he had Kara and Alice in his life, otherwise he wasn’t sure how much of this burden he could carry. Kara would come see him when he had moments of silence and he would spend his time teaching Alice how to play the piano. Both of these occurrences kept him sane through all of this.And he never wanted it to change. 

ιnтrepιd.

07/02/2020 10:08 PM 

Owes and Dues List (7,2.20) UPDATED.

Owes and Dues List (7.2.2020.) UPDATED.***IF WE HAVE NOT STARTED SOME KIND OF DISCUSSION, AND YOU WOULD LIKE TO; PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A MESSAGE AND LET ME KNOW THAT YOU’RE INTERESTED.***I HAVE AN STORYLINE GROUP THAT I KEEP ALL MY REPLIES IN, IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD YOURSELF TO IT; PLEASE ALSO FEEL FREE TO DO SO, THE LINK IS BELOW. ALL ARE WELCOME.***CROSSOVERS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED. (:Click here for my SL Group. (: Who I owe:Davina. (Damned Mirrors.) (7.2.20.) I owe you a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Hope. (Scarlet Witch.) (6.25.20.) I owe you a reply. A C T I V E.Kai. (Siphoned Psycho.) (6.22.20.) I owe you a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Who owes me: (Most recent replies are at the top of my list.)Damon. (Blood Drunk.) (7.1.20.) Starter Sent. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Niklaus. (Rembrandt.) (6.9.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Freya. (Stoic.) (6.7.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Leyla. (Truth Bomb.) (6.7.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Madeleana. (Imperfect.) (6.5.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Camille. (Apuleius.) (5.28.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Josie. (Resilient.) (5.25.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Kate. (Freckles.) (5.23.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Jack. (Baby Wings.) (5.18.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Misha. (Misplaced Actor.) (5.3.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Landon. (Legacies.) (4.15.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Enzo. (Ardent.) (3.28.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Josie. (Unconditional.) (3.26.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Camille. (Hey Bartender.) (3.19.20.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.Rebekah. (bell cruaute.) (3.15.20.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Hope. (HOPE.) (3.2.20.) You owe me a reply. A C T I V E.Kol. (Mirror Hog.) (2.19.20.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Stefan. (Holy War.) (2.16.20.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Stefan. (Hero Hair.) (12.26.19.) You owe me a reply. ON HOLD.Bonnie. (Hex Girl.) (12.16.19.) You owe me a reply. (BL Member.) A C T I V E.UPDATE: I HAVE CLEANED OUT MY STORYLINE GROUP AND REMOVED A LOT OF PEOPLE THAT I HAVEN’T BEEN WRITING WITH. IF YOU VIEW MY GROUP AND NOTICE THAT YOU CANNOT AND STILL WANT TO WRITE WITH ME, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND LET ME KNOW SO WE CAN GET SOMETHING GOING SO I CAN ADD YOU BACK AND CAN GET SOMETHING GOING. I REMOVED PEOPLE BECAUSE THERE WERE A LOT OF THREADS THAT HAVEN’T BEEN ACTIVE SINCE OCTOBER/NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR. I WANT TO WRITE WITH AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE AND I WANT MY STORYLINES TO BE ACTIVE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENCE OR IF IT UPSETS SOME PEOPLE BECAUSE I’M SURE IT’S GOING TO. ANY ISSUES THAT YOU SEE WITH THAT ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO BE SET TO ME IN MESSAGES. I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT.Happy Writing!-Hayley.♥

Sarah

07/02/2020 09:19 PM 

Sentence Starters

❝Why do you have to be so stubborn?❞  ❝I know you better than you know yourself.❞ ❝You don’t have to be so rude.❞ ❝You’re so dynamic, that’s what I love about you.❞ ❝You need to learn to put yourself first.❞ ❝F*** love.❞ ❝Well that was brutally honest.❞ ❝Perfectionism only ends in disappointment.❞ ❝I have to be perfect.❞ ❝You don’t have to act so tough.❞ ❝Why do you pretend not to care?❞ ❝Don’t you believe in me?❞ ❝I don’t think you’re as apathetic as you think you are.❞ ❝I love your zest for life.❞ ❝You’re really brave.❞ "That took a lot of courage. Thanks.❞ ❝Life really isn’t as great as you make it out to be.❞ ❝Life really isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.❞ ❝I don’t understand you.❞ ❝You don’t understand me.❞ ❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞ ❝Your smile is contagious.❞ ❝Why are you so self-critical?❞ ❝Thanks for trusting me.❞ ❝Of course I trust you.❞  “ I know I’m not the best, but… ” “ Why can’t you just give me a chance? ” “ I’m nowhere near as good as them, but if you could let me try? ” “ Why does everyone leave me. ” “ I feel so… you know? ” “ Sometimes it feels like my world is falling apart. ” “ I feel so unlovable. ” “ What’s it like being loved? ” “ Are you trying to tell me to believe you? It’s not that easy. ” “ I don’t think you understand what it feels like, hating yourself. ”  "At this rate I’ll just ignore everyone and everything. ” “ But you know what? F*** you, that’s what. ” “ It’s not like I care, you know. ” “ Why do you always do this? ” “ What gives you the right to do this to me? ” “ Is this all I’m good for? ” “ Your lips says one thing, your eyes says something else. ” “ You dare come here and — demand such a thing? ” “ You’re not good enough for me, face it. ” “ I’m not good enough for you, I get that. ” “ Am I good enough for you? ” “ What is it about me that makes you hate me so much? ” “ Why can’t you look at me? ” “ It’s not that easy, ( name ). ” “ Well, if you could just be HONEST with me then we wouldn’t be there. ” “ Honesty? Really? Is that what you want? ” “ You won’t even look at me. ” “ I am trying my best here, (name)! ” “That’s a lot of blood…”  “That’s not good…”  "I think that’s more than a little cut.” “You’re looking rather pale.” “You’re bleeding!” “That doesn’t look good…”  "I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.”  “That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.”  “How do I get it to stop?!”  “How are you still standing?!” “Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.”  “What happened to you?” “I can’t feel my fingers anymore…”  “Everything hurts.”  “Is everything supposed to go dark?” “Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.”  “It’s just a cut.”  “I’ve had worse.”  “You’re bleeding all over my floor!”  “You better not die on me.”  “They got a lucky shot…”  “Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!”  “You need to keep pressure on it.”  “Don’t move!”  “That looks nasty.”  “Am I dying?” "I can't believe you would do that to me!"

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07/02/2020 09:02 PM 

Fear.

Green eyes opened to a dark forest. Very little light reached the ground and what did reach was merely the dim light from the the moon, dimmed even further by the leaves of the trees that surrounded her. Betty didn't remember how she'd gotten here or even where she had been before. Already her heart was racing, loud in her ears, palms starting to sweat. Why? There was no immediate threat, but old habits die hard, right? A quick glance down showed her that she was, at least, adequately dressed for the setting. Jeans, boots, a t-shirt, but where was her phone? Not even a flashlight? She always had one of the two on her. Weird but she figured, as any rational person would, that her best bet was to find the first path out of the forest. And so that was what the blonde set to work doing, foliage and twigs cracking and rustling under her steps. Then another noise. A noise that made her freeze mid-step. Another set of footsteps making their way through the brush behind her? Is that what she heard or was her mind playing tricks on her, as it had done quite a few times before? Whatever it was, it stopped when she did. 'Breathe, Betty,' she told herself. 'This isn't a horror movie. It's probably just a deer. Fox... bear... animal in general...' Shaking off the paranoia, she started her trek again, careful to step lighter than when she had started. Okay. There was definitely steps behind her. Her pace increased but so did the ones behind her. Again, her heartrate sped, palms growing more and more clammy by the second. She didn't even notice she'd broken into a run until her breathing became labored and she could feel sweat running down the back of her neck. A large tree was spotted and immediately used for cover. She couldn't hear the steps anymore. Had she gotten away from who, or what, ever had been following her? She allowed herself a shaky breath, an even shakier hand raising to wipe at her forehead. The silence remained and a sense of safety set in. As soon as she was sure, her walk began again, slower and even quieter than before. Get out. Her mind was screaming for her to get out of this wood and back to her home with the bright red door. Funny how Betty had always hated that stupid door but was now longing to see it again, longing to walk over the threshold and into the realm of her overbearing, close-minded mother. Into the living room where her mother had beaten a man over the head with a lamp, resulting in his death, where her father had shown them horrible, awful home movies and not in the sense of them being cringey. These were the thoughts racing through the girl's mind as she wandered through, avoiding spiderwebs where she could, growing ever annoyed with the briars that clung to her jeans and shoelaces. But finally, she stepped into a clearing that was divided by a dirt path, clearly well traveled. She stopped again but not from relief, not from exhaustion. There, in the middle of the path and almost directly in front of her, stood a large, broad figure. The figure wore boots and jeans much like Betty, but they were matched with a familiar paid button-down shirt and... 'Oh god. Oh no.. that's...' Her eyes widened. A black hood, holes in the perfect place for Betty to see the green eyes of the figure. How could they show so bright in the dim light of the clearing? "Dad...?" she managed, though her voice was barely above a whisper. Somehow, the man heard her. He didn't speak, instead letting his head tilt just slightly to one side. "That's impossible. No. You're supposed to be dead. Aunt Penelope shot you..." The all too familiar voice rang out, deep and intimidating. "Betty, did you really think I would leave my work unfinished? That I would go to my grave without taking you with me after all that you've put me through? You can't actually be that naive," the man said simply, finally taking a tiny step towards her. It wasn't the voice of her father, even though she knew he was the one under the hood. How? How was that possible? As her eyes adjusted further, she could see the bullethole in his hood. As much as she wished she could say she was surprised, Betty couldn't. At all. This, as far as she knew, was Riverdale. A town where the dead never really stayed dead. Whatever the case, the man infront of her allowed her a moment to take in the information before speaking again. "I'm going to give you a head start. Like you did for Chic. Do you remember?" Of course she remembered. How could she forget? A few steps forward were taken, intimidating and heart stopping. "Right now you have about a fifty percent chance of outrunning me... That chance goes down the closer I get..."  He didn't have to tell her twice. Betty was gone, feet pounding against the dirt as she ran. She wasn't sure where she was heading or what she was going to do but anywhere was better than standing in the clearing as her father advanced. And so her legs carried her, fueled by the pure terror and adrenaline that coursed through her body. Safety. She needed to find some semblance of safety, but how the hell was she supposed to do that if she didn't even know where she was? Her breathing picked up again, heart pounding heavy in her ears as she darted between the trees, leapt over fallen branches, and tried not to trip on vines that littered the ground. 'This is what I get for selling Chic out. This is how I die.' the thoughts repeating in her head, damning her for every bad thing she'd ever done, insisting that she deserved. Would they ever find her body? Would Jughead ever know what had happened to her? He'd make sure The Black Hood paid for this, she decided. 'Goodbye, Jug... Mom... Polly... Archie... Vee... You're already saying your goodbyes, Betty? Really? Don't give up, yet. You've gotten out of stickier situations. Run faster.' And so she did. It was like the forest started to morph around her, less and less trees to dodge and in the distance? She could see a light. A light that she recognized as a street lamp. She didn't have to look behind herself to know that Black Hood was still on her trail, still following her with much heavier footsteps than her own. Soon, the grass was gone and her boots hit pavement but she knew she wasn't out of the metaphorical woods just yet. She turned, following the street she'd landed on until houses started to come into view. It was only then that she started screaming, calling out to anyone in the houses for help. As soon as she was sure enough distance had been put between herself and her assailant, she approached a door, fists banging against the wood in hopes for help. The only response she was met with was the porch light being switched off. Back to the street she went, staring the process all over again.   Suddenly, she started to recognize her surroundings. She was on her own street. In the distance, she could see that hated red door and her feet carried her towards it all on their own. A glance back showed that the man had slowed to a walk but was somehow closer than he had been before. She reached the door, only to find it locked. Quickly, the blonde grabbed the key from the top of the doorfram and let herself in, slamming the door behind her. Green eyes disappeared behind heavy lids and when they opened again? Betty was safe in her room, tucked away in bed. She was still panting, could still hear her heart beating rapidly, found that she was drenched in sweat and so were her sheets. She sat up, reached for her phone to check the time, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she did so. Three in the morning... It had all been a horrible, disturbing, guilt-ridden nightmare.

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07/02/2020 07:37 PM 

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07/02/2020 07:47 PM 

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07/02/2020 07:34 PM 

The Files. Season 2. Chapter 7

Vita Dumuzi      The Files         The big bed was comfortable enough, its time to work and take a sit back in the chair, the room insulated and high above the city streets so the traffic noises, was simply as a heaven's view, a quiet zone. After I turned my cigar off, followed by a full day at the reflection of me on a rainy day above the clouds said. "You must be a good commander, to inspire loyalty." While reading the file, he was renown by the Federal Bureau of Underworld's Invegiation, as Chaos, Eris, too many names for the same doings. Studding the operational histories, too, non an easy one, no at all. I wanted to know the 110th inside out. Flattening the page inside the portfolio, then against the top of the desk, removed apart half of the scratch papers next to it. Then picked up the phone and dialed.   "So here it is, the pyramid is so complex and misunderstood but I can say one thing, nothing is as it seems to be. Ownership networks could be very boring to study, but as the map circuits the mind it comes easily apparent to filter out." She was hired to do the job and had to take the flight for that day. "3 million dollars to simply open the doors, nothing more, open the door." Placed down the phone. I have a twin sister called Nike, we will have to escort .... and she is the driver.   Now, as a voice over, where is a difference, I'm not against capitalism, the European Bank, the economic system expends billions of dollars trying to understand the reasons of the Universe, instead of Peace, what is happening here, how is this possible? Of course, the answer is very simple the problem is how are you going to do it without any downfalls. Risking the fewer possibilities in the process of actions. We are hired for a position and each of us counts as it's. Playing sports in groups, lets you know who is a team player, experience lets you see who is reliable for certain tasks. I'm only a sort of portal of Viability with vitality. Some said to be the ambassador of Zeus, as a joke. I could travel on time back and forth, but ending up on psychics was not my childhood's motivation to turn to the past, there was a deep desire to travel to the moon and space, a drive. Now finding the world we have vs the Universe it has come for a few of us to draw a thin line to its limit, onto a deadline.    That was left in the suitcase, it would have attacked and damaged the organization, who rules as place as if it's in Olympus has the last word, to have not known it in advance is because you were not there to prepare for it coming out on you. He has us as a Merkaba Star of guardians on all his wars and confrontation to conquer and win, to achieve, what would I give to see his face reading the documents but we work very hard to present it when is only functional with evidence, facts. If Zeus is not an easy God to guard, my boss is too, you have sometimes had to do the dirty work so he walks clean with any dirt on his hands, fixing his deals. You could not present a mere draft and exposè going wild either, not that he wouldn't see. He was simply not bothered at all beyond the hill of madness. His state of enlightenment is unmovable, for him to strike down had to be a movement of one only impact. He would never be going around. So, I won't disturb him if is not proposable for him to approach, is not the right time, could see the multiple meetings and timings on the agenda, International delegations were coming forth and I had to represent the house as a mere businessman, as a mortal among mortals with a pseudonym. Assuming everything is transactional and my relations are reliable to the last decades the gates are open as an author to my own presentations, studied the right words as a key holder, the wrong words, as well as these, came back for from the oppositions, what would they say, what is going on. These charts are working as they are, but these are the charts that are shown and sold to the marketplace. One had to talk like an outsider, as if one knew nothing, even when is involved from the inside. Is part of the protocols found in hypnosis as well, nothing new to marketing, you have to be elegant, not to by a diminished capacity as if you are not capable to answer to a crime. So on one side of the dialogue, someone is playing blackmail and then I enter as the good cop to bring a solution, the same solution the very blackmail proposed. But the company will never listen to threats, and if they want the money to see you in court, the company will fight together till the end. Is all predicted, from years back ahead and connections in between to how I became to be the lawyer of the company. In a matter of time, it won't be me the needy type who stays in the reunion till they get tired of me. I will let them talk, pay fine attention to their concerns. They will never show me the dark cards being played, the blackmail, they will need a representative, they already got the answers and as every ownership of his company, they don't like to be spooned with the truth. Is on their own decisions, they don't even ask for a consultation.Is going to harden, I'm on the crux of a problem that can change the curse of history. And they don't even know it. Could not explain them either, it would be as impossible as delusional and even if they knew is truth, they won't do it. Is how power works. I will defend them and tell them how much it will cost and what the Supreme Court will ask for, the donations being per year to the city, £14M won't be enough if this goes out on the news. It won't only be a scandal, but a loss of trust from the international Head Office in U.S.A. Netflix will purchase the movie script for the documental, I mean the Threat and BlackMail was not coming from a professional, that was another alias which is better to not even mention. S.H.I.E.L.D. has its ways to roll the dices. My performance requires a clean smooth legal defense with rhetorical psychology, the courts, non of the Lords of the Parliament will want to be involved losing their reputation for a few pennies being donated a year. It's me the one who made their pacts, the meetings for their handshakes, to cover it up as if charities are subsidiary to parent companies with closest relations. The gentlest words to suggest that no one will back them in the United Kingdom's Supreme Court will do, and as studied my mind to pick these words days passed, months. I'm talking about lots of money and what is happening in one locality is not only to be found in Britain and the UK, but internationally. It will take a few workers to speak out and a Government's investigation for the allegations.    1. File. The Complexity of Systems is a complex behavior of interaction. Start to understand the system by looking at interactions.    The first file was a kindergarten starter explanatory to launch the party, we all knew the net worth of representatives in a complex system. But who had the analytics to explain the charts in Christian, in Hebrew, they well known years and decades to filter in and the program is already in the Parliament, that hit worked to backup the plan against supporting them in the Supreme court. I find them the most beautiful people on earth to defend the Environment. The social science to think straight step by step onto the strings behind the White House, from the Head Office in Chicago. The leader of the Illuminati to call it as in populix media. A joke to myself. More seriously now. Who had ownership of the shareholder of relations to such institutions, foundations to control looking at these networks can see the known players of who controls the world.   Chaos will know the risk, now his pattern would shade right into a raw release for the distress, as the impulse of an epidemic assassination made by a virus from unknown precedence, conspiracies without evidence. While facing his papers. And the plan is studied to detail, nature repeats, as the biblical epidemics, it all went to the thoughts of the minds who stoped to concentrate on other planetary issues pausing the clock of Olympian civilization. Giving space for another to enter in. An isolating time of peacefulness indeed blended with sirens.    There was a lot of ring tone among the last decisions, but they all expected that. Cell networks can take seconds to route a call and very few sleepers jump in, most people wake up slow, and then blink and fumble. But I answered eventually on the second affiliation of the first file, a legal electronic file that contains all the evidence with the witness from the company, and witnesses who are not payable as there are two more within the Government. Only this proves the case is not absolved and will enter in the Supreme Court. Laboral Rights, Explotaitions, Sexual Harassment from mediocre managers, Discriminations in Afro-Arab neighborhoods, lack of control in human interaction among employees, with tones of rubbish per day, unnumerable for the forest being burned. False Publicity. Homeless workers in court, and many cases for eviction. One question for the Judge to bring forth all the eviction cases and employees who worked in this company would be a downfall to pursue their lack of character towards their workers and the earth. The majority of the investment goes for marketing, infrastructure, and the CEO members to open more chains and conquer. Believe it or not, Eris has done an immaculate job. But this is only one multinational amongst the 300 key holders. Not in the top 146. (not naming the company) Oil and War, Banking comes in the top ranks.     The financial district has a top building, they made up to 95% of all TNC's, so I had analyzed the structure of the shareholders of control with different models to compute, to control. With more than 50% you have control but depending on the distribution of shares. A few years ago Mr. Tronchetti Provera had 20%, we have the influence to move in the shareholdings. On the other side the Gates and Chanzucherberg pushing another envelope for Bitcoin and Renewable energy, Amazon's owner the electronic brotherhood empowering donations to their organizations to aid the evolving countries. Blending the past pages of history with the new investors which will note in a friendly manner, after the objectives are obvious.    The Mex Weber's idea of potential power which is one of the imposing one's own will, despite the oppositions of others, let me explain my own thinking to get the right words from the trillion words, in the analogy of water pipes, we already worked with the Oil Energy, and why is it not working for the average deals. So, these pipes have different thickness, to control it's flowing in the only network, and it accumulates at the nodes, 737 shareholders have 80% of the top value in the TNCs. Now, remember our team started with 80.000 notes. 0.01% from the US and the UK, where 146 top players control 40%, nearly half.     The structure is such of self organization, It's an emergent property that depends on the rules of interaction in the system, nothing against. I'm bringing them a suggestion so they word the solution. A solution I can't word when you work with the top, now we are in. Is probably not the result of a global conspiracy of the "Illuminate". As you see the Impression of the Moon Surface, there is not a street Map. What you see as the Umbral shadow or light at a maximum eclipse, means not the darkness of the Universe mingling in before the moonshine, nor the shine's reflection from the sun to the Moon, but the very Shine of the moon itself. The Umbral of Decodification is not as abstract as it shows to be or fictional. We are people becoming involved, the tip and shine of the diamonds if this world knew everything that would come out from their possessions and for the world's possessions.    It was in the Bank of England research who gave me a more tantalizing option to a brave financial investment and tendency, this has slowly started against the New Science, we had seen the emergence of a long term and longed founded programs if is Judged as false Publicity with all the money being charged from clients it will publicly lose the trend. But this journey has only yet begun. The problem in regards to finance and political economics, so the multitrillion dollar question is, who is the leader? It's not who is, but who are the leaders. The leaders of the world who control everything, the Rothschild and the Rockefeller family tree and their connections are in the homes, anyone. I have never seen a family tree that goes beyond mankind as mine or anyone could be. The Bilderberg, the UN, UE, US basically everything that walks on earth, members of HYDRA shaking hands with Jews for money. They where a secret society before, before they were disbanded, fleeted and flee, I know it from my Grandfather and his, from the foundations from Rome to France, where others moved to United the Kingdom and so on the United States. Always evolving and escaping for investments, intensely unstoppable, counting our inner wars as collections of paintings in our finest museums with the Getty in the Art Gallery in London and in California.    Is not a billionaire or trillionaire, but multi trillionaire, in this direction the remaining unknown terrain of the Umbral will be charted in the future, and this is exactly when a law has been passed. And with it, a new chart flow of currency. Invest or Invest. Paying a smaller amount avoiding Court Drama, Press, Clients, and owners going wild, which signifies saving worldwide trillions. And the rights words for the smallest amount of a meeting, so I take my leave as if I'm not interested in their decisions, will be...     My mind was buzzing and had a sense of disquiet from the memory when Nike left, 6 years ago, might be due to the work on that part of the world, but it wasn't that. Something was wrong between us, and she didn't know how naive it was to trust in a smart arse genious, that's another file. I was upset with her, she could feel it, even though I denied, and she didn't know what to do about it, was in my way to pick up influential documentation (remember<-- note to self) but my mind is stuck. So return to view and check the second.    2 file. The blacklist of murders, including Jacob Rothschild, everything was fine, in the third file, there is a third Document to have a signature back from a global agreement with a program we would later examine (<--note), nothing much. I will not drain the tension and be done with it, we spend sweat and tears on this mission, it was not the progress of finding out a horny hacker going all over the place. (note to remember -->) I have to go personally with a printed document. Or to leave the trade of a serial killing to end with a group blocking the agreements. Missing Jabon would tension the board, that's for sure, why? Is that type of information that goes unresolved but is noted. But the change to unveil an inhuman reputation is against the plan. I have to find the right words, and I know what they are going to tell me, the deadlines before court agreements are over.Tiktok, Tiktok.Stood up getting on with character to play my role, by the time I get the signatures on paper, the words shall click O'clock, I know the missing pieces of the puzzle are not there, it won't let me access till is concluded to bring it forward. They must be grooming for a final settlement as I'm thinking. I'm Vita, the opener of channels a diplomat of sensitivity and tactful ways. Listening is so important. Paying fine attention to the details, see them jointed by excellence as a Rolls Roice on the highway, parked without projecting, reflecting their thoughts coming together as they speak.   

Seb.

07/02/2020 06:02 PM 

Bio

Ever since he was young, Sebastian knew that he was smarter than the other kids growing up around him. They’d be watching some cartoons and helping some spanish conquistador explore a world with her talking ape, and immediately, at a young age, Sebastian knew he was to grown up for the activity. Instead he found himself wandering through his grandparent’s home, almost always finding his way into his grandfather’s study and listening to the older man tell him stories of ancient heroes and their escapades.As he grew older, Sebastian began to soak in information from the past, always striving to learn as much as he could about who lived far before him. He would spend hours upon hours in libraries, be it at the poor high school he attended, sneaking into the campus at NYU I'm eighth grade, or stealing a new release from a small book store, the boy was obsessed. So when he had finally secured funds for college, it was obvious what he was going for. He was excited, thrilled to learn as much as he could.But now, after nearly a decade of higher education, Sebastian has become nearly a different person. Instead of wanting to learn for the joy of it, he sits in his small flat, reading just so he could know more than the next person. A bottle of pills on the counter as he would flip through page after page. His life definitely didn't turn out the way that he thought it would, oh no, his dreams of exploring the world, going and seeing Aztec Temples and the Pantheon had fallen apart.Now he was just a teacher with a need for pills and plenty of debt to the wrong people

Seb.

07/02/2020 06:02 PM 

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07/02/2020 05:51 PM 

Me & The Devil | Drabble No. 1

Encapsulated within the concrete walls of the self-isolation room once more, the young maiden struggled against the binds that held her wrists behind her back.  Tanned skin now marred with abrasions both old and new from each attempt to free herself.  Surrounded in a shroud of pitch-black darkness, she sat upon the cold ground in her birthday suit.  Every passing minute feeling slower than the one before it.The soft but undeniably clear sound of feet shuffling from the other side of the wall indicated his approach.  The one and only man she had come to fear in her twenty-one years of life.  From the moment she became James’ captive, her life became a living hell.  Consisting of endless sexual pursuits of him forcing her to be his submissive and enduring punishments.  Though the treatment she received on a daily basis would more-so be considered abuse.  With each sound, her heartbeat begins to climb to an accelerated rate.  The jingle of his keys, the clicking of the locks, the flick of the light switch.  Anxiety filled her very core as she wondered what fresh circle of hell awaited her today.Light green eyes squinted as her pupils dilated in the minimum light filtering the room.  His own brown hues studying her as he crouched down to her level, blowing a puff of cigar smoke in her face.  “Are you going to cooperate today?”  His low voice gravely and firm.  Her lungs began to spasm from inhaling the toxic fumes of his cigar; each breath she expelled sounding more like a wheeze.  This wasn’t the first time his smoking had caused an asthmatic attack and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.  Her lack of response only infuriated him further. The next instant, his fist slammed into the side of her face.  Stars swam in her vision and a bitter metallic taste filled her mouth.   “Answer me!  Unless you enjoy this punishment, then by all means I’ll keep you locked in here until you are ready to comply.”  Unless her reply was exactly what he wanted to hear, she would be forced to endure more physical torture by his hands.  Damned if she answered and damned if she didn’t.  Yet she was the type to fight until the very end or die trying in the process.  With his face only inches away from hers, now was the time to strike.  She was quick to spit the pooled blood in her mouth right at the monster that loomed before her.  It took him aback for a second to be sprayed with the bodily fluid.  But in return, he took the lit end of the cylindrical cigar and pressed it to the flesh of her left thigh. His large hand holding down her quivering leg as if she were livestock being branded.   Her screams reverberated off the walls, filling the atmosphere around them.  Tears surfacing along her eyelashes as the smell of her own skin being burned infiltrated her nostrils.  Soon a third circular scar would join the two others he left behind.  “There’s more where that came from.  Let that be a lesson.  Don’t provoke me.  That’s just a small sample of what awaits you when I return from work…"

Jeff McDaniel

07/02/2020 04:39 PM 

Starter

"Ávē Marī́a, grā́tiā plḗna, Dóminus tḗcum. Benedícta tū in muliéribus, et benedíctus frū́ctus véntris túī, Iḗsūs. Sā́ncta Marī́a, Mā́ter Déī, ṓrā prō nṓbīs peccātṓribus, nunc et in hṓrā mórtis nóstrae. Āmēn." Jeff McDanels softly spoke those words as he knelt in one of the pews near the front of Sacred Heart Catholic Church in LA. Despite being an NCIS he still managed to make it to mass and confession. While it surprised many when they found out he was a strong Irish-Catholic, Jeff didn't let it get to him. He continued praying softly as he knelt in the pew, gently running his fingers over the rosary he held in his hands.Jeff felt at peace as he knelt there and prayed, knowing how much it helped him to be in the church given what he did for a living and the things and people he saw while out riding around. It wasn't long before he finished praying and sat back in the pew, looking to the front of the church while still holding his rosary in his hands. His eyes came to the crucifix that was near the front. A slight sigh left his lips as he sat there, his thoughts coming back to a recent fugitive hunt he was on and how it almost didn't end well. While thinking about that time, Jeff didn't know who he would soon meet.

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07/02/2020 04:18 PM 

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