Sara :33
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Thread Topic: Sara :33
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Great haha
"You asked for a negotiation?" The boss questioned, gruffly. The thin, well dressed man clutched the phone, sitting on a small chair in the dim, chilled cement room. The boss knew this person would be motivated by his emotions- they all were. They all lost their sense when one that they loved was ripped out of their lives. He sneered at such a thing, love. It fascinated the boss, as a respected scientist. He could figure out many things- but never quite understood love. He had never been given love himself- so, to make up with it, he studied it, toyed with it. This was one of his favorite parts of the experiment. When the love one gets truly crazed for their long for their love one. 'Funny,' The man thought to himself, 'No one quite thinks how lucky they are to have love until it is pulled away from them.' The man envied those who could receive love- as he was lonely and unloved. Another reason he loved people suffering through his own pain- a long for love. They would never understand his own pain, though. They had once felt love. He was born in an abusive household and constantly bullied- being distant from the other kids in fear of humanity. Many people would say it was his fault for never trusting one- But if one had never had his mother's love, how could he be able to give and receive love at all? -
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oh s--- i thought you didnt reply sorry sorry here i am
Hunter shivered at the return of the deep, dark voice that he knew would put Saturn through hell if he didn't work fast. He wished secretly that he could put a face to the male communicating with him over the phone. He knew he had to stay calm, think with his head, not with his heart, and to allow himself to receive a fair negotiation and not be tricked by his true desire. The desire to have Saturn back, even though it had barely even been a day, burned in his chest and the amount of internal pain it was causing was surprising. He had never realized this sort of...dependence that rose from the actions performed by his lover. "Yes. I need to know what I'm working with as time is so very limited." His voice was mature, like a man. His eyes were brimmed with a small amount of tears. He promised himself he wouldn't sound so weak in front of the villain. -
"You see, I don't care about money. I care about pain. Money is just a side benefit. So, naturally, I want around four thousand. That's low for me." The man offered, deciding to cut this boy a bit of slack. He could practically feel the pain in his voice. It amused him, so he decided to be a bit more.. Sentimental than usual.
Meanwhile, Saturn leaned against the wall, nervously. He wondered if the man had called Hunter yet. The idea scared him, but naturally, he hid it. Saturn was always revered as calm, cool and edgy. Brave, not afraid of everything, pain never scared him. Only until recently he realized it was just an act. He was afraid of the future- he was afraid of what Saturn was putting his love through. Saturn was afraid of how Hunter would fare when he saw Saturn's true colors- afraid, living on other's opinions. He hardly fared with realizing his own true colors- it hurt him. -
"Four thousand?" Hunter questioned aloud, scolding himself once he did so. If four thousand was all that the man desired, Hunter was nearly positive that he would be capable of obtaining the sum within a mere matter of days. All he would have to do would be to take his parent's credit card to the bank and have money deposited. He could then do as he pleased with the cash after he determined the location of where his love was being held. "How would I get it to you? In person? Via something?" Now, his voice was strong and powerful as though all of his worries had flown out of the window. He would have his lovely boyfriend returned and the natural order of his life would gladly shift back to its original position.
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"In person." He said, roughly. The man was quite impatient, putting a hand through his dark hair. He once felt love, what these boys were feeling. He found it odd- how even if it's snatched away from you, you still feel love. He sat down in a chair in the damp, dark room called his office. The chair was barely together, and sat in front of a desk. He, generally, moved from state to state, testing people. Experiments. He was a scientist. A bright, educated scientist. Put he needed his pay to move- stay out of the government's eye. "But, you have to promise not to tell any police about this. If you tell them, my guys will go after your love. And he will die." He threatened.
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;-; by gawsh sara
im forreal sorry i didnt see this
i dunno
im totally stuck on what to write
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Yeah this isn't really going anywhere. Lmfao. Start a new one, then?
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tbh im sorry xD
Yeah, we can start a new one, and I'll stick with it, too.
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