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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:11 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:20 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 3:29 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 5:17 pm
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『C a m i l l e x L y n n x E b e r h a r t 』 ❀ C u n n i n g x S l y x C o v e t o u s ❀
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Stuck in a rut again, Camille thought to herself as her eyes darted around her newest cell. It was dark, obscenely dark, cold and damp. She could pick up the sounds of little mice scurrying amidst her feet, every once in a while catch the faint brush of fur against her ankle. Unaware of where she was, she found herself only able to comprehend three things. One, I’ve been taken hostage by demons. Two, I ******** hate demons. Three, I took quite a beating before being brought here.
Her body was well on the way to recovery, but she could faintly detect the aches and pains of a good a** kicking that she had been on the receiving end of. Not exactly according to plan, but I can still make this work to my advantage. She honestly couldn’t even remember what had happened prior to her capture except that she had been ambushed completely unexpectedly, something that rarely happened for her.
Now she lay in wait for her captor’s appearance. They had been kind enough to put her in a chair which she assumed to be in the dead center of the room. They were even so nice as to tie her hands behind her back so they wouldn’t be in her way. Assholes. Yet, they would come eventually with terms for a bargain of her freedom: wealth, knowledge, secret location of some hidden artifact, it mattered not. They would anticipate this small little girl, who couldn’t seem to hold her own, to readily hand over or do anything for her freedom and so, she normally did.
Water droplets fell to the warm and unforgiving concrete below. She could scarcely fathom how long she had been in here, but learned to tell the seconds without fail by the sounds of the liquid. The place had started off a bit chilly, but as she realized the day progressing had wrought a terrible heat wave in its wake.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:50 pm
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