These are random excerpts from different points of the storyline
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the hot water seared my back, my hands gripping my shoulders into a tight hug, sobs muffled from the over shower. This was the only place I could be me, I could stand looking myself in the mirror, ever since coming to the capital I’ve felt more alone every thing reminds me of him, my Father. Suddenly, soft rattling echoed within the steaming bathroom, short silenced ensued. “Darrow, it’s been fucking 40 minutes, what are you doing in there?” a soft voiced dulled from behind the door.
“Tugging it maybe, that’s my guess.” remarked a Bellona, his sonorous titters could be heard at full volume from the door.
“I’m not jerking off Bell, just enjoying the hot shower.” raising my quivering voice , barely heard over the steaming rain. Nearly falling as I stood up, I reluctantly closed the handle, the rain squeaked to an end as my head rested at
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“Darrow, after this.. what’ll you do.” her voice delicate, her fingers intermingled as her eyes gazed upon the dirt, her cheeks grew rosy, my heart grew larger. “I don’t..I don’t know.”
“Oh..” her voice lower, her cheeks flushed even brighter. “It’s a stupid question-“
“But, I want to find out with you.” My mouth curved into a teasing grin,
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Neon lights whirred as I giggled, my small hands held tight on a larger one. “You had fun today didn’t you darrow?”
“No I didn’t” I tittered as he lifted me high in the air, “You liar! Look at you, giggling!” my stifled chuckles churned to
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Flashing red colored the obsidian scape, my eyes no longer held that prideful gaze, only left with fear. My wrists tightly bound, I struggled as it chaffed my skin, my teeth grinded as I inched closer to the window still. We were losing? Bodies thrashed into deep space, their skin turning shades as their movement became stiff.
“Look at what you did” snorted a voice “All this in the sake of revenge?”
I could no longer muster up a protest, their footsteps now heavy as they leaned infront of me. Their breath hot & unbearable yet nothing compared to their grin. “I wonder what’ll happen when we hand you over to BLANK.”
“I was prepared death long before this.”
“Was.”
“Death is a concept y’know.”
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