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A few things. Firstly, I apologize for how long it took for this to come out.
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I was incredibly anxious about school, plus I was just overly struggling with writing this chapter. Secondly, this came out as about 18 pages long in Word so I apologize for how ridiculously long this is! And thirdly, this chapter is heavy on the angst. There are mentions of suicide, abuse both physical and mental , bullying mainly cyberbullying , existential crisis, self-mutilation, and incredibly low self-esteem. There are mentions of a character getting lobotomized. Listen to this playlist while reading.
Wheezing breaths of agony echoed throughout the room as he operated. A pained gasp expelled from the man upon the bloodied table. A quivering whimper could faintly be heard coming from his patient as he fiddled with the orbitoclast. The green-haired demon smirked from behind his surgical mask. Keep reading.
With sound effects, unfortunately. Bucky you were sure your heart had stopped beating, no moral had an effect on you quite like the man bathing in the forest pool.
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You knew that your nymph sisters would not be best pleased to the man washing the blood from his latest conquest off his tanned skin. Or do you care to join me? Slowly you made yourself known to him, he was naked as the day he was born.
He repeated it, like a prayer he would carry around with him always. Smiling you reach up to place your lips to his soft ones. You shall have suffering in the world, but take heart, I have overcome the world. Read Chapter One Here!! Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek. You angrily push the two huge shelves filled with boxes open, cringing at the loud creaking. They were disguised as shelves but were really the gateway to a large, cement cage. Which was now hosting Dean. Or, better said, his demon counterpart, Deanmon. A nickname you planned on keeping to yourself as it sounded ridiculous out loud.
Dean is tied up in a chair, his head down at first, but once he takes notice of your presence, he lifts his head, his eyes shifted back to the inky black you wanted to feel disgusted by, but were instead curious about. Come here to untie me little virgin?
You curse yourself mentally. You had forgotten to put on decent clothes before you headed here, in a fit of fury. He licks his lip with a small smirk and shifts his eyes back to the vivid green you loved so much. The fighters of Al-Bab are on the way and have blocked the troops. But the rebels are being restricted from sending in men and desperately needed ammunition by the steady and lethal bombardment from a military post on the outskirts. The salvoes appear to be aimed at random: a mortar round landed on the street where we were staying, a neighbourhood with no obvious military targets.
Al-Bab is paying a heavy price for its defiance, with more than people killed and a quarter of its population of , now refugees, either in outlying villages or across the border in Turkey.
Among the latest to join them were Mohamed Attari and his family of 10, who left yesterday. Nine-year-old Muna and her brother, Abdul Khadar, 11, had been put to bed in the hallway of their home for reasons of safety. This was what saved them after a shell crashed through the ceiling into their bedroom. Her father, a poultry farmer, had no doubt who was to blame. They are doing this deliberately. You have seen what they have done!
They are not hitting military targets, they are just trying to kill people. The people Mr Attari would not be expecting any help from, and certainly would not trust, are Western politicians. The Obama administration declared yesterday that the regime of Bashar al-Assad was planning to carry out a massacre in Aleppo, a similar sort of warning to the one given about the former Libyan dictator Colonel Gaddafi and the city of Benghazi. But that is where the similarity ends. No one expects a military intervention from the US or Europe. They say these words, but they secretly support [the regime].
They must know what is going on here.
The uprising came late to Aleppo, a relatively prosperous part of the country. That changed with the vicious reaction of the regime. Two more protesters were shot dead, and four more died when their funeral came under fire. That was the catalyst which spread the flames of revolt in the region and has made Al-Bab integral to the struggle for Aleppo. My heart broke, but what could we do?
He was gone. It is their action which has started all this violence.
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