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i wake up with my arns fastened tightly behind me and both legs chained to the ground in a rather uncomfortable split-position. Jacob is staring at me inches away from my face. "Brittni," he whispers in urgency, "i was called and i'm here to get you out. just stay calm, okay babe?" I smile drunkenly at him, I'm still woozy from the tranquilizer i was so skillfully shot with earlier this godforsaken evening. "you're not fooling anyone you smelly peice of shit," i reply to the changeling who obviously hasn't done his homework. Jacob would never call me "babe" without getting a heel firmly stuck in his groin. immediately with a grimace the changeling transforms into adam. mind games. great. i love a little mind fuck now and again, keeps me fresh. unless it's with my one true and deeply fucked up relationship, then it's just taxing. "so," i say sweetly,"are you just gonna fuck with me, or are you gonna buy me dinner first?" i wear pretty clothes, i never said i wore a pretty mouth. he slaps me with a stinging accuracy. Well, this whole being tied up situation is like last seasons pleather Dior's...it just isn't gonna work for me.