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Post by Summer Nicole Emerson on Jan 18, 2011 11:01:33 GMT -5
    - - - - - - - - - - - -Seeing her mother’s bones sitting on the fire pit smoking, Summer smiled wickedly. Her mother was gone, gone forever and never to return. The bitch was finally dead for good! She hated her with a fiery burning passion and laughed maniacally and dug a hole in the ground and dumped her mother bones and her brother’s bones in the hole and filled it up with dirt. She turned walking back into the house and cleaned herself up. She went to her room and tugged on a teal colored dress and slipped her sneakers back on her feet and heard someone pounding on the front door.
She ran to the door and opened it quickly and saw some gruff looking men. They grabbed her roughly and she protested screaming and kicking. They shoved her inside a car and drove to a house. They drove onto the grounds and pulled her out of the car and took her in the house. She was still thrashing around trying to get free of their grips. They took her to a room and she saw a wall lined with chains and she knew that she had just been brought into slavery.
When she was looking at the wall in awe and shock, she heard the door shut and lock. She turned around and ran for the door attempting to open it. When it wouldn’t open for her, she banged her fist on the door a few times and kicked it a couple times. She fell to the ground sobbing banging pathetically on the door. She crawled into a corner and sat in it rocking her body back and forth and let the tears continue to cascade down her pretty face. Her long black shiny hair fell into her face and she didn't even brush it out of her face. She heard the door open and she just sat there unfazed by it and she whimpered feeling scared, alone and afraid. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - TAG GABRIEL ALEXANDER HARPER
WORDS THREE HUNDRED NINE
NOTES SO, SHE'S FIFTEEN NOW, AND ANGRY, BITCHY, AND EMOTIONAL
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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Post by Gabriel Alexander Harper on Feb 19, 2011 13:21:33 GMT -5
It was his one hundred and twentieth birthday and Caleb promised him a present. Gabriel was slightly drunk from the copious amount of alcohol he poured down his throat with his oldest friends (Loki, Kerri and Caleb) and stumbled into his bedroom for his present. Caleb and Loki stood by the door as he walked in and saw the tiny brunette female in his room. "Aww, thank you boys. It's just my size." He told them with a drunken smirk on his lips. "Gunna brake this bitch in." He closed the door on his friends and walked into the room, distantly hearing Loki and Caleb cheer for him to tear her in half. Gabriel smiled at her and waved his hand right next to his cheek. "Hello there, poppet."
She was actually rocking back and forth, probably hoping that she was somewhere else, or that she was going to be freed in some grand fashion. Gabe took ahold of his baseball bat, knowing that he would want to use it on the girl. "Such a pretty face, come here, let daddy get a better look." He crouched down next to her and took her chin in hands, he also saw the tears. Damn he hoped she wasn't a crier. If there was one thing that drove him to rage quickly, it was a pleading and sobbing woman who couldn't take a dick. He wiped her tears away and smiled at her. "There, all better."
"Now, I'm Gabriel and I own you. Do you understand that? You'll be a good little birthday present and take those pesky clothes off and I won't have to take this bat-" He adjusted it in his hand and wiggled it slightly in place to let her know which bat he was talking about, "And bash that pretty face in. Wouldn't want that would you? It is my birthday after all." He was pretty old, but only looked to be about thirty at the oldest. His body was all toned muscles and tattoos, and his jet black hair fell just short of his shoulders. Gabe stared at her with drunken gold eyes that were swiftly turing ice blue with desire for her body.
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Post by Summer Nicole Emerson on Feb 20, 2011 18:48:57 GMT -5
Summer looked up feeling a mans hand brushing her tears away. She noticed him holding a bat and told her to remove her clothes. She wasn't about to refuse because she really didn't want her face getting bashed in. She stood up and gazed back and forth between the man who said he owned her now and the other two guarding the door. She sighed and removed her clothing and stood naked in front of the three of them. She wasn't a crier in any sense, she was just emotional since being torn away from her home which she thought she could live in for the rest of her life.
She blinked and looked away from him and an angry look crossed her face. She relaxed her face into one of peace and gazed back at him again. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest and since she was fifteen and rebellious she didn't stand still in front of the man for very long. She ran around him and attempted to run away from him. She ran for a wall and made the mistake of looking back.
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