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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:56 pm
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:58 pm
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 3:04 pm
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 8:37 pm
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It had been a quiet night when Sasha had been out causing trouble for the popular girls from her school. She was dressed in her sexy black and white corset top accented by her tight leather jeans, chain belt, and choker. Her corset had been modified to fit two devil wings on the back, giving her a more deviant-like appearance. All in all, Sasha had been best known for causing trouble and making a point to stand out. She was the black sheep. Anything that mattered to Sasha seemed like little to anyone else.
She was running down one of the alleyways when it happened. A group of men had ambushed her from her theft attempt at the head football coach's home. Her backpack stolen from her own grip by one of the taller men. She screamed and threw a punch before being thrown on the ground and cuffed. "Let go of me! You don't know who you're dealing with!" She was kicked in the stomach while on the ground and her hair yanked up so the leader could look at her from under his shadowed hat. He said they knew and it didn't matter.
Only after an hour had she fully come into her right mind. She was in a cell, blindfolded, and cuffed to what felt like a pole behind her back. She heard a familiar voice talking to her in a rough tone. "Oh, you're awake now, are you Sasha? Well, you'll be glad to know that you're not alone anymore. I have three more girls coming to join you. You'll all be held until your sentencing. If you want the blindfold off, you'll be a good little thief and wait for someone else to remove it. You are, after all, the only one in cuffs being held out of the four. See you in a few minutes." The off-pink haired girl growled and heard him walk away off the cold pavement.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 6:40 am
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Chikai Lindol
Chikai was just walking home after a late practice, her football gear and helmet in her dark blue duffle on her back. She was only in her grey tank and dark wash ripped jeans, her long sapphire hair out of the messy bun to dry after the shower. Her team was trying to make the finals, so late practices were the norm now, and being the only girl in the league, she had a lot to live up to as the QB on her team. Chikai walked down the street, her headphones blaring and blocking out all sounds as she tried to unwind from the painfully difficult practice; Raul had sacked her five times until she had been able to dodge him. What does that boy have against me? I don't try to pick up chicks around him, so why does he hate me? She questioned herself as she neared the alley by the cleaners.
The men came out of no where and she was caught off guard, but recovered quickly. One grabbed her hair and she punched him hard and heard him grunt. "Who the hell are you people?!" She yelled as the group of seven men advanced on her, and finally cornered her. She was beaten unconscious within ten minutes.
When she woke up, she was in a dim cell with another girl who was blindfolded and handcuffed to a pole. Chikai could feel a good sized cut on her forhead bleeding and several others on her arms and face slowly trickling blood as well. Her left eye felt like she would have a shiner in a few hours and her body was just plain sore. "Hey, what the hell is going on here?" She asked the girl and quickly took off her blindfold. Though she was a tough girl, she hated to see others hurt. "Why are we here? What happened?" She asked her once the girl was able to see again. |
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 5:00 pm
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Avril Nile
...Ah, ma tête*... The cheerleader stirred, her drugged body sluggish as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cell. She was in the small town mall, looking at dresses along with her usual group of populars, when a man placed a rag dipped in chloroform over her nose. One of her friends could have seen the abduction which meant help should be arriving.
Why would anyone want to kidnap her, Avril Nile, head cheerleader? She was the queen. Men and women alike fawned after her, wanting to be her or have her say at least a word to them. Often times, there were more than words. Why would anyone want to subject her to this treatment when she didn't have enemies? My flirting with them was harmless. I kiss guys all the time so why was when I treat women the same, it is assumed I am not straight? I am straight. Like everyone else, no?
Hearing a voice echoing in the cell and movement, she concluded, she was not alone. "This was NOT how I planned my night in such a dank, moldy cell. I do not see why I am here." She crawled into her corner, finding energy to pull her legs to her chest. |
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 6:31 am
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 7:17 am
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:28 am
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:54 am
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 2:30 pm
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