Love just leaves you bruised.

Dec 02, 2005 21:44

When I started to come to my head was throbbin' something wicked. Like I needed a whole gallon of water along with a huge bottle of extra strength aspirin. What the fuck happened? Felt like I got my ass jumped by every Bertha on cellblock D and then tazored down and sent to the hole. That was what it felt like, but the little slivers of light ( Read more... )

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evil_and_pretty December 3 2005, 21:58:33 UTC
Had to say, waking up between two very beautiful and pathetic women was quite ... exhilerating to say the least. I could see it from Darla's point of view, after all, she did bite the bitch and slave her up on a thrall, so of course Faith would do whatever it was Darla wanted. For now. I had my own plans up my sleeve that might not go with the whole spooky boo Darla thrall. Oh well. You lose, I win ( ... )

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prodigal_slayer December 3 2005, 22:11:47 UTC
I watched him closely as he locked the front door of his office and then the elevator. What in the hell did he think he was doin'? Wasn't I already here? Did he think I was gonna run now? Well, I probably would if I had half a chance but I was givin' him this one chance. Convince me why I should stay. Him and his mind games were gonna get old way quick cause I knew why he did it. Release me from one prison cell to lock me in another. He was just makin' that all kinds of clear to me ( ... )

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evil_and_pretty December 3 2005, 22:25:31 UTC
Shoved my hands in my pockets, staying in my spot as Faith walked around the office before settling at my desk and propping her boots on top of it. Oh, she'd pay for that later, no doubt. "Yes, this is where the magic happens Faith, pretty exciting, huh?" I said sarcastically and walked toward the desk, sitting on top of it ( ... )

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prodigal_slayer December 3 2005, 22:35:13 UTC
"You're wrong." I said idly, tryin' wicked hard not to let his voice start to sink underneath my skin, the way Darla's did. It wasn't the same thing but every once in awhile I'd start to feel a little lulled and have to snap myself right back out of it. Gotta keep my head if I was gonna come out of this on top and if there was one thing that hadn't changed while I was in prison? I always like it best when I'm on top ( ... )

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