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Post by komoxsayxwhat on Mar 15, 2009 18:50:08 GMT -5
//Having graduated from being tied 24/7 to a chair, to her own private closet dungeon. Laying in the fetal position on a mattress in the corner was Randii Todd. This was her room....she'd even begun to personalize it by calling it such. She's pick the buttons off the mattress and managed to stick them to the wall. Anything to help make the room look anything less than the prison that it was. She couldn't tell anymore just how long she'd been kept by Vile, the things he had done to her...made her do. Randii had been unable to cry anymore. There had been no sign at all of Rob. No words of torment from Vile that he'd been trying to find her. For a long time it had torn Randii up. But now...maybe Vile was right. Maybe Rob didn't care. Maybe with Vile was where she belonged. No...that can't be true.....it must be true....it is true. Randii was with Vile now. Rob was out of her life. He has forgotten about her....gotten on with his life. There was a sound being made outside the door. Vile was coming.....what he would make her do this time she didn't know....but she was ready. There was nothing inside of her anymore, she was hollow....she was his.\\
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Post by razorrob13 on Mar 16, 2009 21:45:22 GMT -5
The door flings open and in falls a tired Razor Rob. He's bloody and black and blue looking as if he's gone through a personal hell to get here. He crawls towards her slowly. Taking deep painful breathes. He reaches her and pulls himself up.
Razor Rob: Your Monkey has found yo.....
He falls over and passes out. Viles sadistic laugh can be heard.
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