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  1. Contains themes people may find upsetting =[


    He scratched his grotesquely sized stomach. Stretch marks forging their way across his body. Sausage fingers jabbed angrily at his keyboard. His dark domain built of empty take-away boxes, empty bottles of coke, full bottles of urine and the dull glow of a computer screen. Despite his size, his fingers moved as quick as a gazelle. Grumbling under his breath as more and more numbers, letters and symbols filled his screen.

    Before long his screen beeped back at him. The fingers stopped moving, his heavy breathing was all that echoed life into the room. George moved back into his extra large, padded seat. Bracing himself, he slowly hauled himself up from his throne. Troubled steps took him towards his bed, which was made up of 3 double mattresses piled up on the floor. Adult magazines littered across it, placing himself down he rummaged through the papers, finding eventually, after a few distractions of what lay between a woman's legs, a small simple mobile phone. George dialed a number, looking at his favorite lady whilst he waited for an answer.

    "This had better be good" growled a woman on the phone.

    "Very good, I did it, the defense is down" George replied merrily

    "Fabulous sweetie, and as promised, your desired lady will be sent to you,"

    The woman had hung up but George couldn't move the phone from his ear. It was happening. He looked at the photo of the attractive woman who was gagged and blindfolded, her legs tied apart and hands chained to the floor.

    Rocking back and forth George eventually got himself up. Slowly moving back to his computer, he could watch through the security cameras what was happening. It was a massacre. They ripped through the camp sparing none, gang raping, slaughtering all. There was no real reason for this, just a statement to show who had power and who didn't.

    A cruel smile crossed his lips, he was being aroused by the torture. A delightful appetizer before his main would be delivered to his front door. George looked to his left, his own equipment sat waiting to be used in the corner. His breathing increased and his hand moved to sort himself out. Today was a good day.


    Brain work nicely at some point Geeesh
  2. Blargh, attempts to get out of a rut where my mind doesnt want to play. It is awful but ohwell.


    Freya sat in this mans bed. Shaking her head all she could think was how, she had been lured in again. This man wasn't even special. Good with words, handsome, trouble. Licking her lips Freya noticed her mouth was extremely dry, chokingly so. Hearing him stumble about, she decided she should possibly make an appearance 'Would be rude not to' she grumbled. Long legs feeling rather tender, another reminder as to why she came back to him, amazing sex, she trod delicately around the room, looking for atleast some knickers. White lace, classy, rather beautiful really. Shame they weren't hers, oh well they would do.

    With a small shred of decency required, Freya glided out of the room. Long blonde hair, though badly matted, was placed cunningly over her breast's. Swan like neck wearing a wonderous necklace of love bites. Delicate hands caressing the objects she passed. 'Its much more stylish than I remember,' Ivy green eyes took in all the detail. Swooping into the kitchen, there he was. Suited up already, either she wasn't worth seconds or he was a very busy man.

    "Going so soon?" Freya playfully questioned, he turned, his eyes, almost black, seemed to glare back at her.

    "Surely that is a question I'm supposed to be asking you?" Harsh words, for a playful remark. "Besides, should'nt you be on the bed waiting for me to return?,"

    Stunned she just stood there, feeling evermore vulnerable by the second. The man started to walk towards her, the closer he got, the larger he became. Freya was so incredibly nervous she could feeling her right arm starting to twitch with fear. Towering over her, a smirk crossed his face, a hand moving across her body, a slight squeeze over her breasts, outlining her jaw when suddenly he had grasped her cheeks roughly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to pout. Freya started to breathe quickly her hands trying desperately to remove his grip.

    "Be sure to be in that bed, washed and presentable" Growled the man. Freya attempted to nod but her head was being held still. Releasing her face he slapped her buttocks before striding out of his apartment.

    Stunned, Freya ran to the bathroom, sobbing. After a couple of hours, she composed herself, got showered dressed and left. 'I won't take any threats' She thought. Getting into a taxi she relaxed, though a little shaken over what happened, feeling somewhat pathetic for crying but relieved she left. Once she got back to her own flat, she changed into her nightwear and snuggled down into her soft bed. All of a sudden her phone was bleeping out loudly. A message. YOU LEFT.


    Blarhh next time I shall drink wine whilst attempting to give myself a motivational boost
  3. So, it was 1:30am and I decided I was going to write up a doobly. so here it is, have a peek-a-deek =]


    I couldn't comprehand what was happening before me. Shock had frozen me to the glimmering floor, her warm blood flowing gently over my hands and legs. Tears fell from my cheeks onto hers, eyes that was once full of life were slowly draining into the arms of the Reaper.

    My large hands gripped her small body tightly to my chest, shakily I pressed my chapped lips onto her forehead. Forcing the lump in my throat downwards, all I could hear was her wonderful childish giggle in my head. The happy little smile that was given whenever I came home. Clenching my eyes I shook my head slowly, before glancing to my side and seeing the knife that I had prised out of her delicate body.

    Rage filled me, placing her gently down I reached to grab the blasted thing. I gripped it with all my might, half hoping that I could crush it, half knowing it was futile. My breathing became eratic then a pained howl ruptured from my lungs. I looked in the direction of which my demon had ran, and I persued. Each footstep made my anger grow, a sprint was just the adrenaline charge I required. The bastards back in clear view, my arm reached up and threw the knife. Missed. Rage, despair and fear overwhelming my mind.

    He pounced round in shock, my body slammed into his both of us crashing to the floor, his squeal of shock just echoed my daughters bloodcurdling scream of pain, a pain I could not kiss better or stop. My hands gripped his throat, tighter and tighter I grasped, shaking screaming in his face. Rough fingertips grasped at my hands trying to prise them from his flesh. Face mimicking that of a fish out of water his eyes filled with fear I felt no sympathy. Before long his hands stopped, and so did his impersonations. I pushed myself up from his limp body, panting I could hear the sirens.
    A slow walk back and my beautiful baby was still lying there, so perfect such an angel, lips quivering, I stagger over. Falling to my knees I hug her once more before I hear the footsteps behind me.


    Blargh to the bad spelling and puctuation >.< I've never been good at it, and my brains to much mush to solve it. But here we go. Gahh eventually I shall write more than a few paragraphs before my mind goes ka-blooey