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- Mar 27, 2003 (Age: 15)
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Member, Male, 15, from United States
Not really sure of anything anymore about this place. On the plus side, Im back from my Windows Krill escapades and becoming glorious again. Apr 10, 2017
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- Mar 27, 2003 (Age: 15)
As you can see by me signing up for a forums on a minecraft server I have no life, and hence this is useless to explain about someone without a life..
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I have an acoustimeter device too, which detects microwave radiation levels and it picks them up ALL the time, they are trying to give me brain cancer like that politician in Tasmanian recently, Amanda Vanstone I think her name is, they must do it to politicians and civilian law enforcement to corrupt them, so they can participate in corrupt criminal gangstalking, they are like terrorists, but for corrupt reasons not political so they are worse than real terrorists, there NEEDS to be a full inquiry into it and a military tribunal on an international level, its the only way to stop it, honest, ethical moral nerds need to watch them, and be protected by honest, moral ethical special forces or other elite military factions.
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It wasn‘t the first time...that this man had taken his angers, frustrations or pure sadistic glee out on her. But her hairs stood on end none the less. She couldn‘t move, paralyzed by his gaze. Knowing that she had to stay still and compliant through it all made it worse. It felt so awfully wrong and left a sour taste in her mouth. This was her life. This was Sakura.
He threw his fist quickly and it slammed into the side of her face. Her head rang with pain and she fell down to the cement. Her face barely avoided the trash the littered the street. The ground smelled like wet gravel.
He was upon her and grabbed her hair, forcing her head backwards. He brought a knife to her throat, grazing it gently. She wondered if the money was really worth it. Her heart pounded with adrenaline and she was too afraid to gulp, lest she‘d accidentally cause him to cut hear throat.
„Take it off.“ His sultry voice said. She knew which piece of clothing he was referring to.
Ever so careful to watch the knife since he was still on top of her, she wiggled her pants off her bottom. She turned her head to the side and tried to find a pose that didn‘t hurt her neck so much, but his grip was unrelenting. His hips pressed up against her ass and she shivered. Her top had ridden up to her torso and her stomach, mon pubis and thighs were exposed to the ground.
She willed herself to accept it. Reminding herself to be submissive, she‘d agreed to it. She couldn´t back out of it now. This was her choice. She repeated the thought. Then again. Sasuke felt so heavy on her. Her chest was constraining. It was hard to breathe and she still had the knife to worry about.
„ All of it.“ He bit out, giving her a thrust of emphasis.
She ground her teeth together, willing herself to keep it together. She moved her arms down, trying not to scrape herself on the cement. She had to lift her hips off to get the panties off and she could hear Sasuke growl as her ass rolled against him. She wanted to puke. He brought the knife away from her neck and she felt the cold blade touch her right butt cheek. She froze and struggled with the overwhelming desire to run away.
Agonizingly slowly, he dug the blade into her soft skin. It was just a slight scratch, enough to make her bleed. He found her pretty when she was covered in blood. Though the pain wasn‘t so great, the fear was. It would be painstakingly easy for him to jam his knife into her flesh, to permanently cripple her. She tried to convince herself that Sasuke wouldn‘t do that. That would be insane.
But as she felt his fingers bask in the blood that poured from her cuts and smear it on her lower lips as lube, she wondered if the man had ever been sane.
When it was over he pushed himself off of her, and she rolled pathetically to the side. Everything hurt. He seemed unfazed by the even save for the calm that had settled over his eyes. He picked up his phone and snapped a picture of her bruised behind. She could hear familiar sounds of a Samsung galaxy phone being operated and it finished off with a ping sound.
„700 dollars. Done.“ He didn‘t even look back and walked away.
Sakura kept laying on the ground for one sweet moment. The space under the bridge was dangerous and Sasuke wasn‘t the only fucked up man out there. As much as her body and soul ached, she had to act in her safety. And with hasty hands she pulled on her wet bloody clothes, put her large coat on to prevent any onlookers from wondering too much or calling an ambulance. It looked worse than it was.
She would later have to go to the bank and ask the teller if the money had in fact arrived to her bank account. He usually didn‘t skip out on payments, but she was as always paranoid. As she opened the door to her shared flat a stench of marijuana filled her nostrils. She shook her head and walked briskly past the living room and headed straight for her own tiny room. She didn‘t own a bed, but she had a used mattress with two blankets, no pillow.
As she fell onto the blankets with her lower parts covered in blood and semen, she just couldn‘t bring herself to go to the shower, not quite yet. Her chest heaved as she tried to breathe her worries away. At some point while staring at the molding ceiling she fell into a restful sleep, knowing that despite all of this fucked up shit, she at least had money to pay rent.