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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:24 am
One day they meet someone at the local park, little do they know meeting this person will give them the most secure feeling they had ever felt.
Their lives are rough, but having their caring partners makes things easier on them. Most of the time, they share their feelings most of the time, hold each other through the pain, and try their very hardest to survive and take care of their one and only.
Their abusers don't realize whats happening for quiet some time, until one day they see the couples out in the town together. They know that if they decide to tell someone, that they would be put away forever. So they must put a stop to the couples love.
Will the young couples be able to hold onto their love, and keep each other safe from the pain that their abuser wishes to inflict on them?
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:31 am
Ground rules Roleplaying
Ok so Role-playing will work like this. You Role-play in the size eight or nine. No really light colors because I don't see well. No quoting unless it is a few pages away understand? No walls of quotes. That is annoying as hell. No chat speak while Role-playing. Write out your words.
You must be semi literate to Literate I will not accept noobish writers. Sorry but those kind of posts annoy me greatly. Between paragraphs use the 'enter' key to make spaces so I don't have to read walls of text. If you play the abuser then Role-play with that one in a different color.
Bold the talking on all people and put in italics what they are thinking with ' ' these around the words ok?
Posting is a big thing so don't jump around with too many colors for one character it will confuse everyone. If you chose a color stick with it. Got it? Get it? Good.
No putting smilies in your posts that is annoying you only use them in Occ. Alright? That just isn't right. That is noobish. Very pathetic.
When posting don't start popping up places, you need to explain how you got there. Don't be annoying and just pop up when people are talking or if they are alone one where and no one is supposed to be there but them that is very very annoying.
If there happens to be a sex scene then skip over the dirty parts. This tread needs to be pg-13 or lower understand that. Don't just go ******** each other all the time ether that is not what is intended.
you need to post more then once a day. Don't just post a few times one day disappear and never come back. Because then you will never be welcome in any of my other role-plays. I have a lot of them.
Joining Ok so this is how it goes with joining. You use the form below. It will be one post after this ok? So yeah use that. Once you finish your profile Pm it to me with the title 'Lost in your eyes, you make my heart glow'. Yeah. And at the end of it put 'Your hands make the pain go away. So yeah not to hard now is it? I didn't think so. your profile needs to be detailed no really short profiles like. Background- Will be told in role-play. No no no no no. It MUST be fully filled out. No skipping anything with those cheap replies.
Pm me before hand so that I know you will join. So I don't get all upset thinking no one it joining thanks.
[I will add more if I see the need to]
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:39 am
Boys&Girlies ii SWEAR THEY GAVE ME A NAME FROM THE BACK OF A CEREAL BOX;;Christian, Lyal, Dunt
SO YOU BETTER CALL ME;;Dun, Chris, CD
ii'M REALLY OLD AT THE AGE OF;; 17
THiiS DAY MAKE MY WHOLE YEAR HORRiiBLE;;May thirty
OMG! ii AM SUCH A;;Guy
ii CAN'T HELP BUT FALL FOR THE;; Girls
SO THAT MEANS ii AM;;Hetrosexual -means straight-
ii AM SO SEXY;;[x][x][x][x]
MY EYES ARE A REALLY PRETTY SHADE OF;; Greyish blue
ii DON'T DYE MY HAIR;;Blackish brown
ii'M REALLY TALL;;6'3"
AND ii WEiiGH ALOT;; 127
ii'M MARKED;;I have scars all over my chest and back, two on my left thigh and three near my naval. They add up every day.
GET TO KNOW ME A LiiTTLE BETTER;;
I grew up in a sad family, my dad abused my mother and sister. He will cut me up sometimes, but mostly he will have me hit my sister. I try to be soft with her but if I don't mark her dad would hit her. So sister tells me just to beat her without thought. I do as she told me, but I always apologize afterwards. I clean her face with a cold cloth and hold her till she falls asleep.
I love my mother and sister, one day I refused to beat my sister, she had looked so scared. My dad...started to beat her badly with a hammer he had just to spite me, I couldn't save her. I just...watched. I remember her screaming for me, but I was so scared. When dad had left, I took her beaten body to my room and held it. She was still somewhat alive, I guess. She kept whimpering and mouthing words to me. She was all bloody and her head was all beaten in.
It had been one of the only times I ever cried, She was my little sister. she was only five. I didn't understand why god had to do that to her. I hated myself for not saving her from the fate father had bestowed onto her. All I remember after my crying really was her moving her hand around and stroking my eyes. She kept saying in her little voice not to cry. So...I had to stop.
I cleaned her up and made sure she ate and was breathing. She got better She doesn't walk very well anymore, and her thoughts are usually jumbled. I take care of her tough. I take the beatings for her and let her.
She only really talks to me, which makes me smile a little. Shes seven now.
I'll always take care of her. Her head isn't bashed in too much you can hardly tell she was hurt. This is a picture of her. ...
ii ACT LiiKE;;
I am a little cold I guess, I am cold and sometimes fearful. I like to think maybe I will have someone to love me. but I doubt it now. I don't know what I am going to do, I feel lost in my own pain now a days.
MY LiiTTLE SECRET;; Hmm...Well my whole past is a secret...and I guess also, I have never even had an orgasm. Its funny. I am just waiting for someone I love so I can do that.
ii LOVE;; animals, music, warm blankets, cold air, the smell of burning logs.
ii HAVE AWSOME TASTE iiN MUSiiC;;Any really
ii HATE;; Sharp things, Mean faces, blood, pain, fire, loosing people I care for
ii'M SO SCARED OF;; Being hit, being cut, Fire
ii GET AL iiTCHY;;Peanuts, Apricots, And green beans
ii FORGOT TO TELL YOU;;I am a virgin.LifesBurden Profile set up  ii SWEAR THEY GAVE ME A NAME FROM THE BACK OF A CEREAL BOX;; Keaira-Rose Maple
SO YOU BETTER CALL ME;; Keaira, Ki, Rose
ii'M REALLY OLD AT THE AGE OF;; Sixteen.
THiiS DAY MAKE MY WHOLE YEAR HORRiiBLE;; Thirty-first July.
OMG! ii AM SUCH A;; Girl.
ii CAN'T HELP BUT FALL FOR THE;; Guys.
SO THAT MEANS ii AM;; Heterosexual.
ii AM SO SEXY;; [Only happiness]
MY EYES ARE A REALLY PRETTY SHADE OF;; Dark brown.
ii DON'T DYE MY HAIR;; Black.
ii'M REALLY TALL;; 5' "7.
AND ii WEiiGH ALOT;; 102lbs.
ii'M MARKED;; A scar on the left-hand side of her forehead, one on the back of her head, which is covered by her hair. She also has a lot of bruises on her wrists, and a healing wound across the side of her neck. Her back is cluttered with scratches and scars.
GET TO KNOW ME A LiiTTLE BETTER;;
My family is just fine! Well... they were fine. We weren't this bad all the time, you know? I remember, we used to be like everyone else. I don't remember much about my real father, and my mother never did tell me a lot about him. It was in my best interests, she said, so I guess I was fine with it. My mother married someone else when I was still a baby, so for all my life, I was brought up by another man. But, of course, I grew up with him, and I loved him like a father.
I'm the oldest of three kids; I have two brothers. Kyle is eleven, and Eric... well... he was three years old. When he died, I mean. He died a long time ago. I was only ten at the time, and Kyle had just turned five. The two of us were at school, and mum had gone into town with Eric, while dad was at work. And they were both involved in a car accident. My mother made it out with whiplash, a bruised diaphram, and the inability to use her legs. But Eric was so little... so small..
He didn't make it.
And my father was mortified. We all were, but it seemed that after Eric's death, something changed in him. He started to drink, he began to stay out a lot, and Kyle and I saw less and less of him. But we heard a lot of things in the middle of the night. The shouting, the arguements. Sometimes, my dad would take Kyle out places, and not come back for days. And I began to wonder... was it because Kyle was his child, and I wasn't?
It wasn't long before it started. My father developed a terrible temper. If I spilled my food or drink at dinner... smack. If I broke or damaged something by accident... smack. And then it got worst. He began using things. He bought a violin, supposedly for me to play.. but he'd hit me with the bow. He hit my mother, too. But I didn't see that. And I only realised, one night, when he was out, and my mother was laying on the floor, dripping with blood, and her face saturated with tears.
I didn't know what to, so I called the ambulance. And they told the police.
And when my father found out, he tied my wrists to the bed with rope, and I was forbidden to leave it. Not until "I learned respect". I was so confused...
And from that point on, it just kept getting worst. My father found new and "improved" ways to beat me, and punish me. And what was worst... was that my mother couldn't do anything. She was in a wheelchair. And she couldn't bare to just sit by and watch...
So she left.
And as for Kyle. He helped me, sometimes. He'd sneak me sweets and chocolate. Ha! Not anymore. No, that got taken away from me when he got sent to a private boarding school.
So now, it's just me. And I don't know how it became this way. I wake up at 7:30, along with my father as he gets ready for work. He doesn't allow me to be in the house by myself, so when he goes to work, I'm locked out, with no keys to get in. Through rain or storm. When I'm inside, I'm restricted to my room, and all I can do is sing, or try to scrounge around of anything to read. This is my life. And I guess I'm living it. Making my way through.
But I'll get out some day.
ii ACT LiiKE;; I'm quiet, protective and prude. And I'm physically violent to those who mock me. But what else can you expect? I have to feel strong too, you know? Not that it makes me feel good for long... it's just a temporary rush. But it works.
MY LiiTTLE SECRET;; I'm scared. I'm scared about turning out like my mother. I'm scared of where my brother is, if he's doing well or not...
And I'm scared of loving. Because if love is going to bring to my future what it did to my family...
Then I want no part of it.
ii LOVE;; Singing, sunny days, and reading whatever old books I can find lying around.
ii HAVE AWSOME TASTE iiN MUSiiC;; I love everything.
ii HATE;; Water, rain, loud people.
ii'M SO SCARED OF;; Love, ropes, the sound of my bedroom door opening.
ii GET AL iiTCHY;; Cats, strawberries and nylon.
ii FORGOT TO TELL YOU;; I don't talk much, so don't feel awkward, if I seem illiterate at first, and don't be offended if I don't reply to you straight away. T3H K1R4  ii SWEAR THEY GAVE ME A NAME FROM THE BACK OF A CEREAL BOX;; Vander, Mitsou, Hitari
SO YOU BETTER CALL ME;; Vander, V
ii'M REALLY OLD AT THE AGE OF;; 17
THiiS DAY MAKE MY WHOLE YEAR Horrible;;May thirteenth
OMG! ii AM SUCH A;;Guy
ii CAN'T HELP BUT FALL FOR THE;;Girls
SO THAT MEANS ii AM;; -straight-
MY EYES ARE A REALLY PRETTY SHADE OF;;Brown
ii DON'T DYE MY HAIR;;Brown
ii'M REALLY TALL;; 6'4''
AND ii WEiiGH ALOT;; 115
ii'M MARKED;;I have scars allover my back and stomach. I have ont scar on the back oh my head and two on my forehead
GET TO KNOW ME A LiiTTLE BETTER;;
I was 12 when my father started beating me. he would beat me every day to make sure I was submissive. When I would say something I wasn't supposed to he would kick me in the stomach till I threw up. He still beats me every night if he is sober enough to move.
My mother died in a car accident when I was 11. I never really got over her death. My mother was the only thing keeping my father from beating me. I loved her very much.
ii ACT LiiKE;; I am very quiet and sad all the time.I keep to myself and don't speak unless spoken to.
MY LiiTTLE SECRET;; I have a stuffed moose that I sleep with every night. Also Igo to my mothers grave every friday and talk to her.
ii LOVE;; Winter squirrels and soft pillows
ii HAVE AWSOME TASTE iiN MUSiiC;;Lincon Park, Red jumpsuit apperatus
ii HATE;; Dad, cats and sharp objects
ii'M SO SCARED OF;; Dad, Fire, being beaten, and the dark
ii GET AL iiTCHY;;Cats and pollen
ii FORGOT TO TELL YOU;; I have a pet hampster konenamoto I am playing this charicter but all credit to creation goes to BeliveinAngel ii SWEAR THEY GAVE ME A NAME FROM THE BACK OF A CEREAL BOX;; [Laura Ann McAllister]
SO YOU BETTER CALL ME;; [my current boyfriend, he calls me by Lamb. But I truely rather just be called Laura or Ann.]
ii'M REALLY OLD AT THE AGE OF;; [17]
THiiS DAY MAKE MY WHOLE YEAR HORRiiBLE;;[September 11]
OMG! ii AM SUCH A;;[female]
ii CAN'T HELP BUT FALL FOR THE;; [boys]
SO THAT MEANS ii AM;; -straight-
ii AM SO SEXY;; [theres no need for pictures.]
MY EYES ARE A REALLY PRETTY SHADE OF;; [grey-brown]
ii DON'T DYE MY HAIR;; [brown]
ii'M REALLY TALL;; [5'4'']
AND ii WEiiGH ALOT;; [102]
ii'M MARKED;;[ears periced.]
GET TO KNOW ME A LiiTTLE BETTER;;
[What to say about my life. Well, I grew up into a great family, but until last year, things haven't been going so great. I met this guy named Matt, whos now 18. At first he was the sweetest guy in the world, untill that one day, he told my parents that he wanted me to move in with him in his apartment. So I did, thats when my life became a nightmare.
He would always tell me that no matter what I acheived in life, no one would care if I died, then he would beat me. He is also a alcoholic, which can cause his fits of anger too. He's threatened to kill me many times. I've attempted to call the police on him, but her held his trusty gun to my chest after he would tie me to the bed..saying that he wouldn't care if he killed me and that the world would be better without me. He's moved me away from my family, so I have no way of contacing them. Theres been so many nights that hes gotten close to rapeing me, and then beating me and leaving me for dead. I've blacked out so many times due to his beatings its scary!
I'm waiting for the day that he finally snaps and kills me, just so I can get out of this relationship. Altho I do have a very very very hard time trusting those around me, because of Matt. He's warned me many times that if he catches me with another guy, he will kill the guy infront of me, then let me die slowly so that I can feel all the pain I caused him as I die and go to hell.]
ii ACT LiiKE;;
[I'm usually very very quiet and shy, I dont like really opening up to people, mostly because I truely fear for my life.]
MY LiiTTLE SECRET;; [Amazingly I'm still a virgin, not to mention all the times Matt has tried to rape me..and failed. Also, I'm scared of getting to emotionally close to people, for the fear that they will hurt me, emotinonally or physically.]
ii LOVE;; [Being alone, ]
ii HAVE AWSOME TASTE iiN MUSiiC;;[rock, classical, anything really calming.]
ii HATE;; [Matt, alcohol, screaming, demands, people physically stronger than me.]
ii'M SO SCARED OF;; [Dieing due to Matt's rage, being raped.]
ii GET AL iiTCHY;; [Ciggarrette smoke.]
ii FORGOT TO TELL YOU;;I have a very very very hard time trusting others, only if I know deep down inside me that they won't hurt me is when I'll ever even get close to them. BelieveInAngel
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:39 am
[color=blue][size=24]Profile set up[/size][/color]
[imgleft]Link[/imgleft]
[size=10][color=Tan][b]ii SWEAR THEY GAVE ME A NAME FROM THE BACK OF A CEREAL BOX;;[/color][/b] [full name]
[color=insetcolorher][b]SO YOU BETTER CALL ME;;[/color][/b] [nicknames]
[color=hotpink][b]ii'M REALLY OLD AT THE AGE OF;;[/color][/b] [age]
[color=Dodgerblue][b]THiiS DAY MAKE MY WHOLE YEAR HORRiiBLE;;[/color][/b][birthday]
[color=Gold][b]OMG! ii AM SUCH A;;[/color][/b][your sex]
[color=Purple][b]ii CAN'T HELP BUT FALL FOR THE;;[/color][/b] [girls or boys?]
[color=Pink][b]SO THAT MEANS ii AM;;[/color][/b] -straight-
[color=Orange][b]ii AM SO SEXY;;[/color] [any other pics?]
[color=Plum][b]MY EYES ARE A REALLY PRETTY SHADE OF;;[/color][/b] [eyecolor]
[color=darkgreen][b]ii DON'T DYE MY HAIR;;[/color][/b] [hair color]
[color=red][b]ii'M REALLY TALL;;[/color][/b] [height]
[color=olive][b]AND ii WEiiGH ALOT;;[/color][/b] [weight]
[color=blue][b]ii'M MARKED;;[/color][/b][scars percings, etc]
[color=Lightblue][b]GET TO KNOW ME A LiiTTLE BETTER;;[/color][/b]
[the past make it a few paragraphs]
[color=Lightgreen][b]ii ACT LiiKE;;[/color][/b]
[don't list make it a paragraph]
[color=seagreen][b]MY LiiTTLE SECRET;;[/color][/b] [make it original]
[color=pinegreen][b]ii LOVE;;[/color][/b] [lies]
[color=purple][b]ii HAVE AWSOME TASTE iiN MUSiiC;;[/color][/b][music you like]
[color=insetcolorher][b]ii HATE;;[/color][/b] [dislikes list]
[color=Gold][b]ii'M SO SCARED OF;;[/color][/b] [fears list]
[color=green][b]ii GET AL iiTCHY;;[/color][/b] [allergies]
[color=hotpink][b]ii FORGOT TO TELL YOU;;[/color][/b][/size]
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:41 am
Time of the year//day
Summer break
Month// AprilDay// 16Year// 2007Time of day- 8:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:44 am
Setting
Denver Colorado is a mostly pleasant place. The air is thin, but it is fresh. there is the rocky mountains near by, which people may go to sometimes. During the summer its warm, but winter it is very very cold but the snow can be very romantic for people who have someone.
Other times it can be bad for people who have no home.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 10:06 am
♥Current events and up coming events♥~Whats the news for today my little fellows?~[Coming up]
April 11th- summer festival, full of games fun, and treats for everyone of every shape and size.
April 21- Court date for Kie
April 22- Court date for Chris and Angie
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 11:34 pm
[[ Hey, I've gotta go to school. I have an exam, so I'm going early so I can revise in peace. =D
I'll post when I get back! ]]
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:20 am
[[ Nyaaaaa! A postie or two before I begin revising for my Home Economics exam.. crying ]]
Morning breeze caused the white curtains to flutter slightly in the breeze. The curtains hadn't been drawn that night, so the sunlight beat through mercilessly, exposing a patch on the cold, tiled floor. Keaira never closed her curtain, or her window. It was a comfort thing. One of the only comforts that she had. Somehow, she thought that keeping the window, and curtains opened, meant that one day, something good with come through it. Something to save her. Or, if not save her, make her feel worthwhile.
Keaira had been awake for about an hour and a half, already. She was awoken by a bad dream, and from that point, she wasn't able to get back to sleep. Her dark brown eyes stared upwards, towards the opened window, as she laid down, curled up underneath her thin bed sheet.
The sound of her door creaked open.. she didn't dare to flinch.
A man, rather handsome, and tidy, stepped through the door, buttoning up a rather smart-looking work shirt.
"You. Up." he said, rather bluntly. His voice lacked any sense of the word 'affection'.
Not even daring to sigh, Keaira jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, speaking in a barely audible voice.
"Yes, dad.
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The young woman emerged from her bedroom a while later, after having showered and dressed herself. Keaira didn't wear rags. As spiteful as her father was, he refused to let his daughter be seen wearing rags. It would look poorly upon him. And plus, letting Keaira dress like a neglected child would be too much of an indication that she was one. And it was better to put on a show of happy family, for the outside world.
"Don't forget." Keaira father blurted out, just after Keaira slipped an apple into her khaki shoulder bag. "Before six. I want dinner when I get home."
Keaira nodded, her lips not even moving to indicate that she would speak. No, she seldom spoke, or made noise. Living the majority of her teenage years in neglect and mistreatment, one learns to make herself look unoticed.
Keaira's father locked the door, moved to his car, and drove off to work, without a single word. And Keaira stood, outside of her own house, with no key, watching the car until it was out of sight.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:28 am
A young man, well boy was walking around in a long black t-shirt and jeans, a small little girl huddled up asleep in his arms. The boys name? Chris, at least thats what he preferred to be called. He had a new bloody cut on his face, but he didn't seem to care, or for that matter notice. His eyes were glued to the little girl in his arms.
His sister. Angie. She was very small and she looked as if her head had several dents in it. Most would brush it off thinking that hey were seeing things. But in truth, her head did have dents. No doubt. She didn't like people touching her head or her, she only trusted her brother.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:35 am
With a soft sigh, Keaira turned her gaze towards her house. Glancing over the steps, she sat on them and smoothed out her jeans. It seemed as though she would be spending another long day outside. She hoped it wouldn't rain today, but it was the summer holidays, so the chances were dim. Luckily.
Her hand went up to move through her dark hair, her eyes staring at the ground in front of her. Story of her life, really. Tapping her heel against the ground, she began to hum. When she was alone, that was mostly what she did. Except, she would eventually stand up and sing properly. And when she really wanted to go for it, she would move into the back yard. That way, she wouldn't be embarrassed, cause no one would see her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:39 am
Chris slowly moved into a small park that was about a quarter mile from his home. He settled himself under a tree, his sister laying in his lap, using his belly as a pillow. The young man slowly started to sing summer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:48 am
Keaira spent a long time in the garden, her fingers tracing circles on the steps beside her. And it seemed as though time was going on forever. She looked at her old, children's watch. The only one she was given, and the only thing that made her look pathetic.
She was bored.
Keaira was allowed to go places. She just had to be back by six. Maybe she would go and sit in the park today. With a shrug of her shoulders, she rose to her feet and began to walk. The park was practically around the corner from her house - it was the closest place to her, and when she was younger, she used to go there all the time with her brother, to play.
She sang along the way, of course. Her feet dragging slightly, and her movement slow.
"I have often dreamed of a far-off pleace..." she paused as she came tot he park. "Where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me..."
She moved onwards, where there was a willow tree that covered the rather large duck pond. "And the crowds will cheer when they see my face.. And a voice here, saying 'This is where I'm meant to be'..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:53 am
Chris started singing another song, "Today is too late, how long do we have to wait! Oh no she knows. I feel this burning inside that no one should feel! No more appologies! I'll just hang my head! Were met with regret, Its so hard to hide these scars!" He sang loudly, smiling to himself as he listened to the birds around him and his sister wiggling to his song. "I walk with the dead!! whats left to show? Sorry but I gotta go. I don't know! I lost my heart and soul!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 11:02 am
Sitting under the shade of the willow tree, Keaira looked into the water, to her reflection. Urgh.
Her hands found a small stone, and a sigh escaped her lips. Water was so beautiful. But she hated the feel of it. She hated the fact that she couldn't put anything as far as her wrists into it. Otherwise her bruises and rope burn would sting.
"I will find my way.. I can go the distance. I'll be there someday.." she sang, and then paused, releasing a sigh as she threw the stone into the water. "If I can be strong"
She thought about those words. Could she, really? The thought of waking from this living nightmare. To escape from the restrictions that her father placed on her. It was enough to make her want to scream, and she put her face in her hands for a moment, for the mere frustration of it.
'Argh!'
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