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				Title: <strong>To Live, To Die, To Bleed For The Fantasy (IC Thread) &gt;(Nim, English M, Hekate)&lt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 17:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/a0a56e54bd34727f28e633ddd65649b4/tumblr_mjktcjD4oM1rgz1hoo1_500.jpg)</div> The store was busy, the patrons talked loudly as the small café employees rushed around. The employees trying to get all of the orders out and serve all of the clients with the best service they could provide. After all, good service meant good tips. Kara couldn't take the stress, the noise, nor the huge group of people that was inside the small establishment. She knew it was time for her break and she ran towards the back to get her space. She tried to calm herself as she recovered from her small panic attack. <br><br>When she began to breath once more in a steady, normal pattern she felt herself relax. A sense of pride settling inside of her as she notice that this time it hadn't taken her that long to control it. She was getting better, little by little, she was losing the fear that gripped her heart every time she went outside or interacted with strangers as well as in a large group of people. Her panic attacks were slowly over taking her less and less, she could finally feel at least a small taste of freedom.<br><br>She was a survivor, after all. She was no longer under his hold, let alone his captive and yet, she still lived with the fear he had instigated inside of her. He marked her his, not only on her body but also in the essence that many call soul. Two years had passed, justice had been made and she had begun to rebuild her life along with her girlfriend, but even that did not bring her any peace. She thought that watching him died would have helped her, but it didn't do that and it didn't help erase her memories of him.<br><br>She inhaled a loud breath through her nose, before she exhaled it, coming out as a shuddering breath from her lips. Her right hand went up to her short hair and she finger comb it, before it dropped once more to her side. She was dress in the all black uniform, her shoes were especially made for running. She had learned that any prey should always be ready and she prepared herself dutifully, although no longer did she consider herself a prey. Deciding that it was time go back to work, she left the back of the store, passing though a mirror. Her button up shirt fully close, the long sleeves protecting her arms, she was not showing any skin aside from the immaculate one of her hands. She hated being studied, let alone attracting any unwanted attention. She didn't need to be reminded of the scars and marks she carried. When she made sure she looked presentable, after stopping to look at herself, she continued at a brisk pace toward the front part of the small store.<br><br>Moving toward the literary section, she began to accomodate the misplaced books along with the new ones. She barely listen to any of the patrons conversations, until some caught her attention. She stopped, not daring to turn as she listened to two girls discussed something.<br><br>"<em>She disappeared over a week ago, Ally. They haven't found her,"</em> One of the girl's said, she heard a coffee cup being placed on the table, before the noise of tapping fingers followed.<br><br>"<em>Well, I don't think they should worry about anything. After all, she is in collage, we all disappear sometimes only to notice we've been missing for a few days thanks to Jack and the Jagermeister. Stop being such a worrier, Mel. That missing girl will once more resurface and everything will be fiiiiiine. Besides, that guy who committed the crimes not so long ago</em> <em>is dead. I heard it on the news."</em>&nbsp; The one known as Ally replied. Kara heard the other girl let out a sigh, before she heard the chairs being push back and she then turned to watch both blondes leave the store.<br><br>She knew he was dead, but something about what they said of the missing girl didn't sit right with her at all.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Live, To Die, To Bleed For The Fantasy (IC Thread) &gt;(Nim, English M, Hekate)&lt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 18:08:57</strong>
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				<em>When he tied her like this and left her mouth open it was usually for her to service him through that orifice.&nbsp; He saw her open her mouth, then swallow, in anticipation.&nbsp; It was a pleasure to have inculcated, in so sort a time, a habit in her.<br><br>But now having made the habit he would break the habit.&nbsp; He was wearing a different mask this evening because he had a different purpose.&nbsp; He'd checked in the mirror: the gold glinted beautifully.<br><br>'I'm someone they believe to be dead.&nbsp; This will be proof of something different.&nbsp; It will take some time.&nbsp; Best begin to caress yourself, my dear.'<br><br>His attempts to indoctrinate her to enjoy pleasure with the suffering he inflicted had not been successful, but he wasn't giving up.&nbsp; Her chained hands went obediently to her crotch.<br><br>It was only now perhaps that she would see the tattoo gun, as he switched it on, and took it from the dresser.&nbsp; He switched it from 'shade' to 'line'.&nbsp; Red, he wanted.&nbsp; He'd been practising the shapes with ink on paper, he placed the sheet of paper on one side.&nbsp; He began oat her right cheek, describing the triangle of the Greek letter Δ in the air before beginning.&nbsp; She didn't scream; it would hardly hurt, at first.&nbsp; But there was a wailing from within her, as he drew his three bold lines.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Live, To Die, To Bleed For The Fantasy (IC Thread) &gt;(Nim, English M, Hekate)&lt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 23:44:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Rose-rose-mcgowan-277503_1024_768.jpg)</div> To the outside world Miranda's integration back into the real world after her shared captivity with her lover/lifemate Kara seamed to be smooth as silk as the old saying went.&nbsp; Upon returning back to the 'real' world Miranda dove straight back into her music as a way of dealing with everything she had been through.&nbsp; Although having been left the souvenir of full body art it made it difficult for her to find positions in anything other than her new band which she had quickly set about putting together upon learning that her former band members had moved on to other interests.&nbsp; But her band was not all she threw herself into.&nbsp; Her father had fronted her the money needed to set up a full recording studio/ music school.&nbsp; Between working on her own music and helping other artists with theirs Miranda managed to stay busy enough for the most part to keep her mind away from her time in hell.&nbsp; Only Kara who held Miranda late at night as she suddenly would at times burst into tears really knew that life was in no way perfect for the young musician who had set up a place where other abused women and teens could come and try and learn to deal with life once again.<br><br>As a part of her over coming her time in the depths of hell Miranda wore her tattoo art as a sort of badge of honor for having survived such an ordeal.&nbsp; Not that she went around wearing extremely revealing clothing or anything like that but she took no real measures to hide her tattoos from the world either.&nbsp; Often found in shorts or short skirts with halter tops or sleeveless blouses.&nbsp; On her date night out with Kara depending on where they went she could even be seen wearing elegant backless dresses with slits up the sides that showed off her shapely yet colorful legs.&nbsp; <br><br>And though she often found enjoyment and a measure of true happiness in her work at the studio Miranda's smile which had once come so easily to her was very seldom ever seen save in the company of Kara.&nbsp; They had been to hell and back again together.&nbsp; The only really good thing coming out of it was the fact they had met and now shared a life together.&nbsp; <br><br>Miranda had wanted Kara to come work with her at the studio but she understood and respected Kara's need to handle that part of her life in her own way.&nbsp; If there was one thing Kara didn't lack it was courage.&nbsp; In fact if it had not been for Kara's courage in the face of adversity the two of them might never have come out of that living hell alive.&nbsp; Granted they both had a ways to go before they would ever be more or less completely over the experience but the two of them together and in their own efforts had come a long way since the day of their escape two years before.<br><br>About the time Kara was listening in on a conversation between the two girls talking about one of their friends vanishing, Miranda was in one of the studio rooms with her new band comprised of all women musician and singers.&nbsp; Their unique blend of symphony and rock had their latest CD selling like hot cakes and now they were back in the studio to work on their next project.&nbsp; This one reflecting even more of a darker element than the last as each of the members of the band all had their own pasts to deal with and overcome.&nbsp; When they wrote ballads or love songs they could make anyone weep but the flip side of their music touched places in the hearts of all who had ever been abused in their lives.&nbsp; A couple of the band members had been trying to convince Miranda they should go on the road and tour but that was simply something Miranda could not bring herself to do.&nbsp; Like Kara she had issues against being in large crowds which meant playing in front of a huge audience was simply out of the question.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Live, To Die, To Bleed For The Fantasy (IC Thread) &gt;(Nim, English M, Hekate)&lt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nim</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 04:36:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.celebrity-pictures.ca/Celebrities/Alina-Vacariu/Alina-Vacariu-1088285.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Stripped down to nothing save for her underwear... at least the freak hadn't taken those off yet.&nbsp; Oh how Sandy Perkins hated this thing that tried to pass himself off as a man.&nbsp; She despised him with every fiber of her being and yet she remembered the news clips of two other victims of a different lunatic who had somehow managed to survive and it gave her a measure of hope. <br><br>Completely against her will her eyes flew wide open when she saw the tattoo gun.&nbsp; She hated tattoo's with a purple passion they may have looked good on some people but they were simply not for her nor should they have any place on her beautiful soft skin.&nbsp; "No you can't... please... I beg you... don't..."&nbsp; Oh god she had sworn that she wouldn't let this man see her cry and yet the tears were there flowing freely down her cheeks.&nbsp; <br><br>"Untie me and I'll caress anything you want... just don't use that thing on me... please..."&nbsp; Now she not only despised him but she despised herself.&nbsp; How could she have sunk so low at to want to big this prick for mercy.&nbsp; She would&nbsp; have spit in masked face if her throat had not suddenly gone so dry.&nbsp; 'Nooooooooo!'&nbsp; Her silent wail of torment going completely unheard.&nbsp; Her body convulsing against the restraints which kept her bound to the chair.&nbsp; <br><br>A cold deep anger began to form within her heart.&nbsp; She was going to get even with this fucking bastard even if she died trying... why not... she was dead already and knew it... but she wasn't going to let him get away with it... not without some small cost to&nbsp; himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Live, To Die, To Bleed For The Fantasy (IC Thread) &gt;(Nim, English M, Hekate)&lt;</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diablerie</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 15:12:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/a0a56e54bd34727f28e633ddd65649b4/tumblr_mjktcjD4oM1rgz1hoo1_500.jpg)</div>Kara opened the cafe's door, waving at the employees and wishing them a good evening as she left. As she walked down the bustling sidewalks, her mind kept wandering toward the two patrons and their conversation. To her the whole thing sounded weird and she couldn't help, but think of the time she went missing herself. She didn't doubt that her friends would have thought the same thing, but she wonder if after the first week had that thought change. She would never know, after all, she had push them away when she came back. She had push everyone, minus Miranda away. Those who stayed and still continued to keep in contact with her did it for the great love and loyalty they felt towards her.<br><br>She looked at her clock, noticing it was already six thirty and she decided then that instead of going to her usual defense classes, she would skipped them for the day. She felt exhausted and she didn't think that skipping one day in her routine would do her any harm. The sky was already acquiring the pink and orange colors when daytime was slowly turning into nighttime. She hurried then to get home.<br><hr>When Kara got to the house she shared with Miranda, she turned on as many lights as she could, she hated the dark. Taking out her cell phone from the pocket of her pants, she dialed her girlfriends number. The ring sounding at the other end, while the slowly murmuring of the tv distracted she had then turned on. Sitting down on their red couch, Kara tried to find the news channel.<br><br><br>&nbsp;
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