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Wake Up Sexy Teaser
The sadness has convoluted the barn and I was left alone breathing in the hole. It's the perpetrators trick to exact her impending revenge on me, driving me to the edge of madness where I, would break the code of swallowing my psychological temperament and give into the temptations. A murderous craving to pour the blood of the remnant of my past. It didn't seem the past for it stood in its glory to wrench me out of my body and throw me in the cave of darkness to relive a life without love, without my child and without that soothing touch of romance.
Wake Up Sexy Charlatan!
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Wake Up Sexy Sinkin Teeth!
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Hammers clattered on my head; a voice wheedled itself into my brain, compelling me to flap open the eyelids and gaze at the place. Rush of chills exploded in my vertebrae as I squirmed, inhaling the freshly baked buns straight out from the oven. The pupils underneath dilated, moving to and froth, I felt movement in my fingers. They laid on a cold surface, I affirmed gaining back the momentum of my conscious reality. "Where was I? How long I have been out of my mind and out of body? Did my soul escaped from the window and returned again? What do I look like now? A rusty machine or an inflated corpse?" Senses hollered back, supporting my hand on what seemingly appeared to be concrete, I perched up. A momentary lightheadedness succumbed me but I opened my eyes and stared down... my lower half tied to the cemented high platform. Small, large, and medium sized ropes of ten different colors rolled one over the other, holding me together in a uptight position. 'Whoever brought me here from t
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