I would love to soap
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The man, seeing how loud one of their newest victims was, brought a hand to her mouth. They already knew that this spot didn't have many human home, at that moment. They were already aware that almost everyone living there was working a night-shift. They have planned this moment perfectly, so nothing would be able to stop them. The man who had Justin could basically smell the fear dripping off of him, and this caused him to emit a low, grumbly chuckle that caused Justin to whimper with immense fear. Killers, which these people appeared to be, were his greatest fear. He felt the cold hand wrap around his mouth, as well, and he almost crumpled to the floor, then, but he managed to stay up. -
Meh sorryyyyy
Neilia pulled at the mans hand which covered her mouth but that was useless. She wasn't anywhere close to being nearly as strong as the man, and seeing the others over powering Justin made her scared as well. Hot tears streamed down her face and ran down the man's hand as well. She whimpered and just waited to be killed, or taken, or drugged, whatever the men wanted to do to her. She just wanted it to be quick. She wanted it to be over. -
That's completely okay
One of the others brought two rags to the one restraining the teenagers. The man with Justin hurriedly grabbed his rag and shoved it against the male's face. This cloth had been laced with chloroform, one of those chemicals that many kidnappers choose to use. Justin grabbed at the man's wrists, truly attempting to escape, but eventually, he crumbled to the floor in an unconscious heap. Neilia's captor looked her in the eyes, and in a very taunting tone, told her, "Your turn..." -
*ones
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Neilia began to shake even more and she lashed out at the man, her eyes of fear and pure terror. She tried to turn her head, do anything, something to try and get away. But Justin was on the ground, and seeing his body seemingly dead on the ground gave her little hope of ever getting away from the men. Finally she just gave up, the tears still streaming down her face. She waited to just become another knocked out teen on the floor, and she whimpered while she waited.
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sorry
got into a meteorologist conversation with my step dad
The man was sure to do the action swiftly and quickly, pressing the cloth tightly against the female's face. He laughed quietly, like Justin's kidnapper had previously done. Speaking of which the men was lifting him in order to load him onto the vehicle. "Go ahead, go to sleeeep," the man taunted. -
Tis fine.
A meteorologist conversation with your dad?
Neilia just wanted it to get over with, so she welcomed the drug into her system and soon enough she fell limp into the mans arms. She looked like a poor puppy with her eyes closed, the tear marks on her cheeks, and her hair and utter mess. Her skin slowly turned even more pale in the dim light. -
because there's this s---ty "meteorologist" in our area named noreaster nick and he claims to be a meteorologist but he never went to college and he copies his maps from Accuweather and ugh
The man caught her, giving a slow, sure nod to the others. They dragged both teens into the back of the van, grabbing the necessary straps to be positive that they would arrive at their destination with no injuries. That was the requirements given to the group, anyway, and so they had to stick to them. Justin, in his chloroform-filled sleep, felt numb and airy all over, and it was as though he was floating, except he wasn't. -
Pfft. Some Meteorologist.
A warm feeling spread all over Neilia's body. She felt as if she was wrapped up in a bed with Justin and they were just sleeping together. But she also had the feeling that an evil darkness were around them as they took cover under the blankets together. She felt all that, but couldn't dream it. A good dream at that point could do her some good though. -
bruh i gtg but I'll return tomorrow
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awe, kk gurl
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yeah no one should like noreaster nick
The kidnappers double-checked all of the restraints before going heading into the car. They began to speak amongst themselves. One man, in a deep, husky register, stated, "This is the fifth time. Hopefully, these ones survive, because otherwise, we'll have to do this all over again."
Another man gave a scoff,
"It's not about survival. It's about getting over childish fears." -
Hhhhhhaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiii
One of the other men, Victor, just sat quietly while they drove along, the two teens knocked out in the back. He wasn't sure if either of the two would make it out alive or not, but he had high hopes that they could finally get all that over and done with. As much as he loved blood and gore, it got a little repetitive after a while. Also, he wondered what their top four fears were, hopefully it was something they could easily simulate, not something like airplanes or anything like that. -
hi
"I can't wait for the boss to dish out their report. It's always fun knowing what scares the living hell out of these kids. Shame these two seem so close." He gave that rumbling laughter once more. "And the girl was more of a man than the guy." His voice was nothing but mocking and exaggerated. Putting such fear in the children they chose to kidnap was always an enjoyable time for him. This fresh meat would be the silver platter of the six course meal, he believed -
Bro is watching a video.
Listens to video while writing.
Hears the words: I'm going to cut your balls off.
Gives him weird look.
Victor smirked a little at the other man's words; how he spoke about the girl being more of a man than the boy. "You saying you bet that the girl is going to make it out while the boy doesn't?" he spoke up in a medium, raspy voice. You could tell that the man didn't speak too much because his voice was so raspy form being underused. His smirk grew as he waited for the man to answer his question, and he even raised his eyebrows a little as if challenging the other male.
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