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What a ******** nightmare. Whenever she figured out who had done this to her room, she was going to murder them, slowly, as painfully as god damn imaginable. Her room, her beatiful ******** apartment sized room that she had worked so hard to obtain over her time on the island, was, to put it bluntly, an absolute s**t hole of a mess, and she was seething with rage as she moved throughout it's rooms, hands trembling in fists clenched too tightly at her sides, a scream building up in her throat that threatened to tear free at any moment.

Absolute ******** murder. She didn't even care if she was podded or executed for it.

Her walls were full of holes, and her door was busted down, and that was only the beginning of it. Overturned bookshelf, table, chairs, really anything that could have been knocked over was, broken window...

She went into the bathroom and saw all of her beauty products floating in the toilet or smashed on the floor.

That was it. That was the tipping point.

She screamed her anger and disgust and annoyance so loudly that it was very likely the entire building could hear her.

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When Shaheen chose to scream, she could really scream. A banshee, she had been called by her parents, and a harpy by her own lover, and neither one really ever felt like an insult.

Actually, she was pretty ******** proud of her vocal prowess, thank you very much.

After what was perhaps the longest shriek known in human history, she had to take a moment to catch her breath before she could get herself really ramped up again, and she stood there, chest heaving as she took in several deep inhales.

She was just about to open her mouth to let out a string of curses and more shouts of rage when a sound gave her pause, a familiar voice, that of a friend, and with great restraint, her teeth biting into her tongue and her eyes closing, she willed herself to relax, just enough, to turn and leave the bathroom without causing any more commotion.

"Nia." She said, smiling in a way that was obviously forced, and very strained. "What can I do for you?"