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[true_angelus]

I had taken off after Buffy didn't return, I'm sure she caught wind of the trouble she was in for going after Wesley without me. I'd denied her her little playtoy, but that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun, right? Surely. I found myself walking toward Buffy's house, just out of curiosity. I had peeked in the kitchen window as Cordelia made some

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[wickedslayer]

My shoulder ached from where the joint had come out of it's socket. I could've busted outta this setup wicked easy if my shoulder wasn't achin' so bad. I glared at him fiercely as he started pulling off my boots and then my jeans, his eyes drinking me in. God, I hated him, hated Angel, hated Buffy, hated Wesley. If I could I'd kill every single last one of them and hop the nearest train outta this fucked up hellhole.

Instead I watched him carefully and like a hawk tryin' my best to make it all look like no big deal. Play along and I'll get out of this room alive. Yeah right, in how many pieces exactly? Did I look like a fucking retard? His girlfriend was gonna eat me for breakfast and he was gonna watch. I didn't wanna know what happened between now and chowtime. I just wanted it all to be over with.

"Untie me and I'll take it off." I said quickly as he stood over me, wielding a knife. The light caught on it and created a glare that I was entranced with for all of two minutes. I really liked knives. They were my favorite weapon. I mean, I liked using them I didn't want him comin' anywhere near me with it.

"You told me to play along. So let me play along." I said, looking up at my hands and then back at him again.