*Tapping his card against my chin as I sit and think back in my chair and think. It had been a few days and I still wasn't sure what to do about the mysterious card left on Valentine's Day. Picking up my phone, I call upstairs to Sphere, a private and exclusive resturant here at The Dome.* Yes, Id like to make a reservation for tonight at 9 o'clock. Rivera. Yes, THAT Rivera. Thank you. *Dropping the card onto my desk, I pull out some cardstock I have and in my best handwriting, write out an short invitation and then fold it in half and tie it with a ribbon. Walking to the front door of Teardrops, I open it and look around, immediately spotting one of my guardians.* Take this to Mr. Rivera. I want to personally put it into his hands and then wait for a reply. Am I understood? *At his nod, I turn and go back into my office to do paperwork.*
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day 2016. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day 2016. Show all posts
Thursday, February 25, 2016
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Sunday, February 14, 2016
{Valentine's Day 2016} Tegan's Pain
Elise Chase to
*She knew that Tegan had changed the past twenty years but there was still an element of pain that he enjoyed. The bracelet was custom made of titanium with the tips razor sharp. Smiling, she imagined it on his wrist. The chocolates were ultimately hers, but the little sign had been hard to resist. She sat both on his nightstand, waiting for him.* Happy Valentine's Day,Tegan
{Valentine's Day 2016} Satora's Bloody Valentine
Satora Razza
Seeing no change in him, I dropped the fun loving psychotic act and cocked the gun. "Tell," I fired on shot into his knee, "me," the next round into his other knee, "where" another shot into his shoulder, "it" the other shoulder, "is" the last round between the eyes.
"Look, asshole, I've had a really fucking shitty day. I can continue to carve up your date over there, her nose looks like it could use a little shave and maybe I could try and fix the beady look in her eyes, or you can give me the information." I grinned at the tight lipped male, chained in the hotel chair. He was a pretty male, all dressed up in his Valentine's Day best. His escort date was bleeding and crying in a chair opposite him, broken and unable to stand, no need to tie her up.
"Tsk tsk, the blood will never come out of that white dress, sweetheart. Who wears white on Valentine's Day anyway? It's like you were trying to offer yourself up to be sacrificed tonight." Feeling an itch, I used the gun to scratch my temple and surprised the female by taking a swipe at her gut with the knife. The male's expression remained unchanged.
"Nothing? Stoic, huh? Let's try this." I walked behind the female and made sure he had a good view of the two of us. "Gut wounds are a bitch and it will probably kill you. But then again this will probably make you pass out, so you'll bleed out and not even realize it." I whispered in her ear. The scent of her blood made my eyes glow and wash out the exact area where I cut, she screamed in horror and called out to the useless male to save her. As I heard something heavy hit the ground she lost consciousness. There was nothing but the sound of the male pissing in his pants. Satisfied I picked up what had dropped and walked back over to the male.
"You liked this didn't you, when she rubbed it up against you in that fake body of hers," I rubbed the silicone implant against his cheek, laughing at his disgust. "Maybe we should help you get rid of that horrible smell, did you eat asparagus at dinner?" I notched the implant and let the liquid drip out and cover his pants. "Still warm."
Seeing no change in him, I dropped the fun loving psychotic act and cocked the gun. "Tell," I fired on shot into his knee, "me," the next round into his other knee, "where" another shot into his shoulder, "it" the other shoulder, "is" the last round between the eyes.
"The eyes always betray you," I spoke to myself as I walked over to the dresser. I quickly searched through the items I had tossed earlier in the night and then replayed where his eyes had darted between the shots. My fingers ran underneath the lip of the dresser and found pay dirt in the SD chip there. I checked the time and formulated a plan to either burn it down or make it a nightmare. It was another bloody Valentine, just the way I liked it.
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