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The council was sitting around the table, Dale at the head of it.
“Come in” he barked. The door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Parker entered the room. They looked down, ashamed. “Do you know why you’re here?” he demanded angry.
“Yes, sir” Mr. Parker nodded; Mrs. Parker was too choked up to speak.
“I am astounded that something like this could happen” Dale growled.
“You are absolutely right” Mr. Parked agreed, nodding heavy. “Debra should’ve never ran away. Her actions are unforgivable”
Dale quickly walked up to the pair and punched Mr. Parker in the face. “Don’t you...
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The moment he’d spoken the words Agnes faltered. She pressed both her hands against her chest as if to stop the air from leaving her lungs.
“Agnes, are you alright?” Ross asked concerned. Agnes inhaled deeply and nodded. “Shall I inform Dale?” Agnes shook her head heavy. “No. Dale cannot find out. Tell him she escaped, but that someone’s looking for her”
She rotated her head to the cage. “Tell him Simon is looking for her”
As the others walked up the stairs Ross walked to Agnes. “Now that we’re alone you can speak freely. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No”...
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Ryan had taken Claire início with him. With Joe and most of his followers still on the loose, he thought it better to keep her close to him.
“Are you hungry?” Ryan asked. It was a simple question, but Claire had to let it run through her mind a couple of times, before she could answer.
“I can order something” Ryan added.
After everything that happened that night and the last few weeks, was she capable of getting anything down her throat. She decided that she could.
“Yeah” she nodded finally. “Yeah, I am actually”
“Okay” Ryan took his phone and dialed a number. A few minutos later...
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I claim the characters of Agnes and Ross

1989
It was one week before Debra’s fourteenth birthday and her parents had been telling her she’d get a very special present.
She was getting ready for dinner, when she felt a pair of eyes lurking at her. She looked up, her brush still in her hand. “Hello, sir” she sighed shy.
Dale frowned. “Please, Deb, call me Dale” he pleaded softly. Deb looked down and Dale walked into the room. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Deb. Your parents trust me. Why can’t you do the same?”
Debra kept quiet and continued brushing her hair. Dale...
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Who's the boss now? Alyssa Milano isn't letting gaio, jay Mohr's recent jab about her weight get to her -- but she's not letting him off the hook, either. The 41-year-old actress sent the comedian a direct tweet on natal dia after she got wind that he reportedly slammed her for her post-baby body weight.

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Mohr reportedly scrutinized the Mistresses estrela during a recent radio interview after the two both attended the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Awards gala in Las Vegas on Dec. 6 (via NY Daily News). "She was one of the presenters," he said. "She's very tiny,...
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Half an hora later Ryan and Claire ran through the aisle of the hospital, receiving several nasty looks from the medical stuff. Ryan opened the door of Debra’s room, which got him an angry look from Mike.
Debra slowly opened her eyes and tried to sit upright, but Mike held her against the bed. “It’s okay. Go back to sleep” he whispered.
“No, I’m up” Debra protested. She looked for the remote and when she found it she pushed the middle button to lift the head of the bed. “Hello, Ryan. Did you catch him?”
Ryan and Claire glanced at each other, before Ryan replied: “Yeah, sort...
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6am, the seguinte morning.
The basement door opened and someone walked downstairs. They were carrying a bucket with water. They walked to the cage, opened it and poured the ice cold water over Debra’s sleeping body. Debra woke up screaming and turned on her back.
Agnes smiled at her, the bucket in her right hand. “Wake up, sleepy head. We have a lot of work to do”
Debra tried to get up, which was difficult, because she hadn’t stand up since she was put here. Agnes lost her patience and grabbed the girl’s arm. With a violent gesture she pulled her up. “Now, come on. Breakfast is ready”...
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posted by LovingLucy
Creating “Greatness”

Pencil to paper
Slides across with such ease,
Like a jangada gliding across a moonlighted lake.
As I sit,
Anticipating the outcome,
My pencil creates her own ideas and perceptions to add to my beginning.
Letting her take charge,
She creates a mystical item of expectancy that makes any artist bow with honor to her greatness and imaginativeness.
Suddenly,
The artwork is complete.
posted by HaleyDewit
This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.

Talking shit like a twit
That’s all you can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But you got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
You claim to be
You wouldn’t talk third
person singular...
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Evening came. After jantar Dale had sent everyone to their dorms. Beth had watched her parents pack their bags and cried when they wouldn’t explain where they were going.
“Don’t leave me here, mommy!” she begged, while tears rolled down her face. She grabbed her mother’s arm, trying to prevent her from going.
Mr. Parker grabbed her arm and pushed her on the floor. Started she looked up at her father who looked down at her with eyes so cold Beth felt her body freeze inside.
Mr. Parker turned around and helped Mrs. Parker with the luggage.
During jantar Beth had desperately searched...
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posted by HaleyDewit
How am I making myself clear
How can I make you disappear
Keep bitching around my head
Claiming you can’t forget
Then you go to my friends
Begging them to speak in your defense
But you can’t bring me down
‘Cause I know what you’re all about

So, you can stop the charade
You can stop the masquerade
Your true as cores are shining through
And I can tell you it ain’t the best vision of you
You can stop making a scene
You can go and leave me be
Your heart’s rotten to the core
But you won’t be breaking mine no more


I know exactly what you need
But there’s no point in trying to make you see
You’d rather...
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posted by HaleyDewit
I’m quiet on the outside
An all-wrecking, raging storm on the inside
I can’t speak,
Because I fear I can only produce inhuman cries
But my inner screams overwhelm any external sound
I don't blame you for not seeing behind my hollow eyes
I don't blame you for not hearing anything but silence
And I don't blame you for not feeling my coração breaking in my chest, over and over again
But I wish you would just hold me, and tell me I'll be okay. That somehow, this all-consuming pain is not going to kill me. That I will come out of this, stronger.
I wish I could distance myself from this destruction,
But I belong in the center of the hurricane
Because I need this pain, like I need oxygen
So, let my ravel in my agony,
Without it I am nothing
The FBI was checking the security footage to see what happened to agent Parker, when Ryan’s phone rang. He quickly picked up without checking the number, praying it would be either Claire or Debra.
“Ryan Hardy” he said tensed.
“Hello, Ryan” Claire answered with a slightly trembling voice.
“Claire!” Ryan exclaimed with a bit of relief in his voice. Mike signaled with his hands and Ryan put the phone on speaker. “Claire, can you tell me where you are? Is Joe with you?”
“I need to read something to you and you need to listen” Claire said, looking at Joe, who smiled encouragingly....
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The titles of my chapters are titles of songs. They are very carefully chosen.

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The first chapter is basically the season 1 finale rewritten. Everything after that is my doing.


“Any last words, agent?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged. “You don’t have to do this”
“I know I don’t ” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advised before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help, he and his partner closed the coffin and buried...
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Simon had no sense of time, but if he could trust his stomach it was long past lunch time. It had been painfully rattling for the last couple of hours, but he knew that if he’d complain Agnes would return and not to feed him.
He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. He probably wasn’t the only one, he imagined. Now that Debra was gone someone had to fulfill Dale’s sexual needs.
Poor Beth, Simon thought, she must feel so abandoned and betrayed.
Though he didn’t hear the door open, he did see how a dim light spread itself throughout the basement....
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It was half past five in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Parker woke up difficult. They were surprised they had even been able to sleep at all. The celeiro wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to spend your night.
“Do you think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way you treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, you won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the ano either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker...
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“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her coração pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On segundo thought,” he said as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the recent events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would...
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Joe was pacing up and down the living room, about to lose his mind, while Molly tried to make him calm down.
“I can’t calm down!” Joe hissed in distress. “In a few minutos Ryan Hardy will be on the doorstep. I don’t suppose he’s coming alone, do you?”
Several police vans parked in front of the house. Turner jumped out of one and gave instructions to his men.
Ryan snuck up to them. “I’ll go in the back” he whispered and without awaiting Turner’s approval he turned around again.
Joe walked to Molly. “I’m really sorry, Molly, but I have no other choice” Before she could...
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Simon reached out his hands and cupped Debra’s wet face. His thumbs wiped her tears, but new ones came instead.
“It’s okay. You’re seguro with me now” he said comforting.
Mike frowned confused and agitated. He wanted to know what upset Debra so much. “What is he talking about?” he asked a little mad.
Simon glanced at Mike’s back and back to Debra. “You haven’t told him?” Debra shook her head ashamed. "Hey, you don’t have to be ashamed. None of it was your fault. You were the victim”
Debra looked up, her eyes begging and Simon saw her change back into the vulnerable fourteen...
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Molly was pacing up and down her house. It had been all over the news. The FBI had let Joe Carrol slip through their fingers once again. She was waiting for Joe’s phone call to give her permission to go kill Ryan.
Ryan had arrived a couple of hours ago. He’d had that cadela, puta Claire with him. Had it been up to Molly, they’d both be lying on the floor with a faca in their stomachs. But she had to wait for orders.
She heard the backdoor squeak and turned around. Her eyes on the kitchen-the first place the backdoor led to-she snuck to the cupboard and opened the first drawer. In the drawer...
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