I just don't think I did anything wrong, sweetheart

fandomless OC rp blog. Trigger warnings; cannibalism, murder, corpse violation. Semi-selective.

[feministism]

[full-moon-phoenix]

"We don't live in a rape culture"

MY ASS

[theweirdwideweb]

About 6 months ago I received a letter in the mail saying, “Amazing! Wow! We found lost money that belongs to you!” from some company in Las Vegas and I was like OH SURE YOU DID. UH HUH. WHERE IS THE SCAM. So I’m looking through the paperwork they sent me and I…. Can’t find… The scam… Now I don’t know if you know this about me but I like to fuck with people who try and steal from me. So I call this place up and I’m like, “Oh you found my money? Rad. Where at?” and they gave me a specific address from 2009…. In a different state… After which I fell off the grid for about 9 years and no one would have been able to find me… I called the Better Business Bureau. I called the Nevada State Business Association. I kept saying, “WHERE is the scam??” Because thousands of dollars don’t appear out of thin air, right? Whatever. I sent them some information. I got some things notarized. I’m getting emails from the Department of Treasury in the state of Massachusetts. Whole time I’m waiting for the hammer to drop like THESE BASTARDS! To string me along this way?? Yesterday I open my mailbox and there’s a check for thousands and thousands of dollars. I deposited it in the bank today. And tomorrow! When the check doesn’t clear! I am going to FIND! THE! SCAM!

[theweirdwideweb]

This is the scam money post of good fortune. Reblog and you will receive the fakest real money you’ve ever heard of

[theweirdwideweb]

Google “business name” and “scam” to charge Call the Better Business Bureau to cast 

[carbon-ate]

[carbon-ate]

please listen to this guy from Chicago ague with this snake

[quiet-violent-voices]

@thedarksideofthefey

[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

Bro, it's like 4PM in São Paulo right now and all the smoke made it look like it's already night...city of ashes indeed.

[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

That's POLLUTION for you guys. It's what you get when people burn the Amazon rainforest to make farms.

[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

Ok so, the cloud of smoke over the city is from the burning of Amazon rainforest in Rondonia. Sao Paulo is 3300km (2052 miles) distant from Porto Velho. Athens is closer to London than Sao Paulo is to Porto Velho. Just to give you an idea of the damage they are doing to the forest right now, with the permission from the human trash president. Just so you guys from other countries have an idea of what's happening here in Brazil.

If you can reblog this to make people aware of the situation, I'll be really glad.

[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

Look they've been burning the forest it's been 15 days now and people have died already in the fires. So the least I hope that the media will actually pay attention to Rondônia and the forest now that's affect São Paulo. The media here in Brazil is trying to take the attention away from the fires saying that what covered SP today as fog because of a cold wave, but many people already said: it's not fog, it's smoke. And if you're shocked about São Paulo sky, this is Rondônia where they are burning the forest:

So yeah, they are destroying the biggest ecosystem that is the Amazon right now. And the world must know.

Because if we depend on the media, the death of the Amazon won't be televised.

[thlpp]

I know this is a snake blog, but this is a tragedy of global proportions. Millions of herps, mammals, and invertebrates are being wiped out, and their habitats destroyed forever. Fuck. This. Shit.

[sstrangeprompts]

Due to the horrible crimes you have committed against the nation, you have been sent to court and, after a quick trial, sentenced to death.

Just as you’re about to be taken away, the doors to the courtroom open wide and in storms a person frantically yelling that they are in possession of evidence that will prove your innocence. The person looks at you and discreetly winks. 

 This sudden twist is very strange for 2 specific reasons:

1) You have definitely committed all those crimes;

2) You don’t know who the fuck this person is. 

[fruityogurt]

weird and horrible how as soon as a girl turns 18 she loses any protection from being taken advantage of… 17 and a half is a child but just turned 18 is fair game for male sexual predators

[fruityogurt]

the fact that men think an 18 year old girl has all the wisdom and capabilities of an adult woman is bad, but it’s particularly barf-worthy to realize that they don’t actually think 18 is the line between a girl and a woman. it’s only the law that says that. men think a girl is ready to become a woman and do things women do as soon as she “looks” like a woman or begins to imitate women. male sexuality is inherently wack and we are failing girls by exposing them to it.

[fruityogurt]

can you guys please rb this version instead

[quiet-violent-voices]

 // I will never get over the fact that August pretended to be possessed by the devil in the middle of his court case, conveniently got “exorcized” by a ‘priest’, and got off home free because he’d been “possessed” when he was seen on video surveillance bashing the skull of a child into the sidewalk and eating out its brain.

[quiet-violent-voices]

@sovereign-cleric You know what would be so ironic? If he’d gotten Constantine to perform the exorcism. Can you imagine? August would call Constantine during the recess like “Con I need you to exorcize me. No time to explain, be here in exactly seven minutes. Wear your best priest get up, my life depends on it.”

[sovereign-cleric-deactivated201]

//I love this aha. Constantine dresses like a God damn priest for the most part anyway so he’d just show up looking a tad confused but he’d “exorcise” August before asking for a full explanation.

Honestly though he’d find it so funny.

[quiet-violent-voices]

// Yeeeess, and once it’s done August would pretend to be all disoriented– “Where am I? Murder! I murdered someone.. oh my god!” He’d fake a dizzy spell and fall to Constantine’s garments, burying his face into them because he’s about to break out into a laugh. And now it just looks like he’s having a mental breakdown; crying, desperately grasping at the priest. “Oh, father Constantine, you saved my soul! How.. how could I ever repay you?”

He’d have SUCH a kick out of it.

[sovereign-cleric-deactivated201]

"Constantine," August dramatically opened the door to Constantine's study and collapsed full-bodied on the desk, laying his hand over his forehead in feigned lightheadedness. "I want attention. Take me out on a date." He sighed like a heart broken maiden and took out a paper from his pocket that depicted a restaurant made entierly of ice."Here specifically. I already set a reservation under your name. I figured we would marry eventually so.. Im trying out your surname to see how I like it."

Constantine frowned lightly as he was handed the paper.

“We’re to marry one day?” He began still looking at the restaurant details. “How nice of you to inform now rather than later.” There was a gentle tone of amusement in his voice and he raised his grey gaze to his companion.

“The arrangements show that we must leave soon, shall we make haste, I would so hate to make you late for something you’ve clearly planned so meticulously.” The frost giant stood from his seat offering his arm to the long suffering man still languishing in a plush armchair.

[quiet-violent-voices]

“Isn’t is obvious that we’re to marry?” August took Constantine’s arm and dusted himself off. “You’re a frost giant, I need the cold to survive. Imagine me trying to sleep besides a warm-bodied being? I’d be terribly uncomfortable and probably run a fever. We’d be well matched in the public eye as well. And it would sure save me the trouble of plotting any further deaths of my husbands since I don’t have any reason to kill you. After the fifteenth ‘mysterious death’ it’s incredibly difficult to make up a convincing alibi and stage the body correctly.”

He took his hair out of it’s bun and shook it out. “I also don’t mind your presence. The match couldn’t be any better. What are you dressing in?”

[relelvance]

How much longer until ancient deities and creatures awaken to defend the planet and we enter a new age

[tryppyn-princxly-deactivated202]

Oh dear

Hey guys. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE who reblogs this post BY MAY 5TH 2019 will be getting a small monster design based on your blog theme, name, or profile picture. Let’s go.

[yourfavoriteneedsahug]

I’ll make it my icon!

[fandomsficsandfeels-deactivated]

Yes please!

[quiet-violent-voices]

Psa

//something came up, going on hiatus until further notice

[quiet-violent-voices]

Disturbance in the Countryside

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“Well…we will see what further motives we might have to take once we get to the clothing store…I might have to get inside those dressing stalls to help you. You know…make sure you aren’t getting suffocated in anything too tight or nothing falls off of you when you step out the booth. Juuust looking out for you.” he said as he laid his hand on August’s thigh.

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Alex nodded as he sliced and diced onions, peppers, garlic bits, added the spice and marinade and slid it into the oven to bake. He pulled a Potato out of his garden bag where he picked some fresh ones. He started to peel them slowly and finished one potato until he heard the door slowly creak open. He didn’t want to cause a stir but knew someway that people were here to attack him and/or August.

Once the persuer was in the house Ben chucked the peeler and it was with such force it went through the head of the intruder and he fell to the ground. A man from behind jumped him and tried to put a chloroform rag over his face but Ben flipped him to the floor and stomped his head. Two more men came in shooting as Ben grabbed a gun off of the unconsious one and threw a bottle of olive oil over the counter to distract them and shot out one of their knees and then rounded the other corner popping one in the head. He walked over to the one screaming in pain from the bullet to the knee and repeatedly slammed the heavy front door on his head over and over and over again till there was nothing left. He saw the final one run up the stairs but ben was faster and threw the guy downstairs headfirst and he crashed snapping his neck.

[quiet-violent-voices]

August had just finished changing into sweats and a turtleneck when he heard the last fired gunshot and two sets of feet running up the stairs. He’d locked the bedroom door and pushed the dresser in front of the door. There were a tense few moments when he heard nothing. Quietly, he grabbed a knife and waited. He didn’t know what to expect. Hesitately, he closed his eyes and felt the house for bodies. Four. He squeezed his hands and brought them to life, letting them wander sluggishly. He didn’t know how many more attackers were in the house but he at least had these as his eyes and ears

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“No one is here…just you and me…you can open your eyes now and lead the bodies out. I am not going outside just yet, in case there are some outside so bring me the less fucked up dead guy.” He said dressing down naked and throwing on the shirt and pants to the gentleman who was thinner but kept it on him and flipped on the porch light. “Send him walking out.”

[quiet-violent-voices]

The corpse puts its hands onto its hips, staring at Ben. “Now,” August called from upstairs “is not the time for you to strip.” The corpse fixed the shirt on fashionably and August kept his eyes closed, looking through the eyes of the corpse instead. The corpse walked out onto the porch and looked around. “I dont see any one–” A loud crash came from upstairs and the corpse dropped limp. August’s mouth was stuffed with a gag as he was slammed onto the floor and his wrists were grabbed .

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Once Ben heard the loud crash he ran to the foot of the stairs and the minute he was on the steps he put all his weight down on his feet and he leaped upwards and in one single long jump he landed on the top steps and then pounced from the floor onto the attacker’s back and wrestled him to the ground.

He had the attacker with his arms pinned behind his back now and looked up at August. Ben’s eyes were the same color but they were wild, almost feral in a way as his instincts were kicking in and his defense mechanism was allowing him to defend her. Like an animal defending members of it’s pack. “August, are you okay babe?”

[quiet-violent-voices]

August pulled the gag out of his mouth and dry heaved. No matter how many times he was held captive it was the gag that always made him feel sickest. He hated it beyond compare. He was shaken by the attack but otherwise unscathed. He eyed Ben wearily and gave a short nod of confirmation. “Hold him down but dont kill him,” He picked up his dagger from the bedside table. “We have questions that need answering.”

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Ben nodded and grabbed the back of the man’s neck and held him up in the air before grabbing both his arms and folding them behind his head and crashed him through the nearest bedroom door. Once inside the bedroom he repeatedly punched the attacker at least nine times before sitting him on the bed. He took off the attacker’s shoes and tied his hands behind his back with his shoe strings and then followed up by opening a bunch of random drawers till he found a box of construction nails. He poured the box out on the floor around the attacker and then stood in the doorway behind August who Ben had step in front of him. “Go ahead, ask away.” Ben said to August.

[quiet-violent-voices]

“There was no need for that.” He glared coldly at Ben and pointed towards the door for him to get out. “I know you can punch things, anyone with fists can. Don’t beat my witness senseless. I’m in charge of this, farm boy. He was going to comply.” August patted the man’s head and pulled up a chair, settling comfortably into it. He looked more relaxed than he ever had, and irrepressibly confident. The tied man started to tremble. “I’ve worked with this hitman before, he knows my tactics. More importantly, he knows he doesn’t want to be in the position he’s in longer than he has to.” 

He stretched and yawned. “Leave the room Ben. I’ll let you in when I have what I want. 

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

When August glared at him, he felt a slight chill through his spine but he didn’t let him notice. He kept his back rigid and his face stone solid. “If you have this, I only ask that you keep his clothes on so I don’t have to wash them and store them in a closet. Also since this is my house…don’t spill blood on the carpet.” He said with a sigh before placing his hand on August’s shoulder. “Leave the door unlocked and stray away from the window. Just….whatever.” He said as he was nervous but he shouldn’t say anymore. Instead he just spat in the guy’s face and walked out of the bedroom.

[quiet-violent-voices]

“Mmm.. Well, now that he’s gone..” August stood up and locked the door as quietly as he could. He made a slow circle around the room, shutting the shudders, closing the bathroom door, and flipping on all the lights. He set his phone in front of the man and calmly resumed his seat in front of the man and smiled as pleasantly as he could manage. “Remember that time your wife invited me over for a summer cookout? I want you reminded that I can call her up at any time. Ask her where she is. Tell her to come over so I can kill her in front of you.” He picked out dirt from his nail. “Why’d the boss send you? He and I have a deal.”

After fifteen minutes August opened the door to reveal an empty room. “We have a problem. My source of protection is dead. All those.. enemies I’ve made before? They’re coming for me. I can’t stay here, your house is a known target.” He walked past Ben, stuffing a backpack with supplies. “I need to call in favors..” He paused and peaked out a window at the snow. “Shit..” 

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“The fuck do you mean?” Ben asked and the noticed the sound of vehicles coming up his drive. He slowly turned to August then to the window then back to him. “August…i am gonna ask you this one favor…no matter what you see…or hear…stay here is all I ask…okay? They cannot really kill me. They won’t if I act fast but…I think it’s time you saw my strength at it’s peak…it just…when I use it I become deaf to thw outside world. I become only acting upon instinct so if anything happens and I cannot snap out of it in time its your job to run. Don’t help me…It will only become angrier if you do”

[quiet-violent-voices]

August scoffed. “You think you getting all mad and punching your way through this is going to solve anything? If anything it’s going to get me into bigger trouble. You keep your hands to yourself before you end up digging my grave. I can’t afford a high body count, understand? I’ve made my way this far without help, so don’t Ben. Don’t complicate this with killing them.” He grabbed the biggest knives in the kitchen and carefully stuck them into his jacket. “We go out the back and make a break for the woods. These are just highed hands,” he motioned to the cars outside. “They’re not going to put much effort into looking for someone they don’t know personally. We have to get into town, take a car, and drive south. I have a trusted contact there.”

He tossed Ben a coat and another bag. “Don’t lose that it’s full of food. We’re not stopping for snacks. Don’t let anyone in town see your face or recognize you. Once we steal a car we’re driving straight. Ben, sweetheart, I know my way around mafias and gangs. Don’t argue with me.” He opened the back door and stepped out, slipping into the night. “Oh, and lock the door behind you. We want these suckers to linger in the house for as long as possible.” 

[quiet-violent-voices]

Disturbance in the Countryside

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“Well…we will see what further motives we might have to take once we get to the clothing store…I might have to get inside those dressing stalls to help you. You know…make sure you aren’t getting suffocated in anything too tight or nothing falls off of you when you step out the booth. Juuust looking out for you.” he said as he laid his hand on August’s thigh.

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Alex nodded as he sliced and diced onions, peppers, garlic bits, added the spice and marinade and slid it into the oven to bake. He pulled a Potato out of his garden bag where he picked some fresh ones. He started to peel them slowly and finished one potato until he heard the door slowly creak open. He didn’t want to cause a stir but knew someway that people were here to attack him and/or August.

Once the persuer was in the house Ben chucked the peeler and it was with such force it went through the head of the intruder and he fell to the ground. A man from behind jumped him and tried to put a chloroform rag over his face but Ben flipped him to the floor and stomped his head. Two more men came in shooting as Ben grabbed a gun off of the unconsious one and threw a bottle of olive oil over the counter to distract them and shot out one of their knees and then rounded the other corner popping one in the head. He walked over to the one screaming in pain from the bullet to the knee and repeatedly slammed the heavy front door on his head over and over and over again till there was nothing left. He saw the final one run up the stairs but ben was faster and threw the guy downstairs headfirst and he crashed snapping his neck.

[quiet-violent-voices]

August had just finished changing into sweats and a turtleneck when he heard the last fired gunshot and two sets of feet running up the stairs. He’d locked the bedroom door and pushed the dresser in front of the door. There were a tense few moments when he heard nothing. Quietly, he grabbed a knife and waited. He didn’t know what to expect. Hesitately, he closed his eyes and felt the house for bodies. Four. He squeezed his hands and brought them to life, letting them wander sluggishly. He didn’t know how many more attackers were in the house but he at least had these as his eyes and ears

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“No one is here…just you and me…you can open your eyes now and lead the bodies out. I am not going outside just yet, in case there are some outside so bring me the less fucked up dead guy.” He said dressing down naked and throwing on the shirt and pants to the gentleman who was thinner but kept it on him and flipped on the porch light. “Send him walking out.”

[quiet-violent-voices]

The corpse puts its hands onto its hips, staring at Ben. “Now,” August called from upstairs “is not the time for you to strip.” The corpse fixed the shirt on fashionably and August kept his eyes closed, looking through the eyes of the corpse instead. The corpse walked out onto the porch and looked around. “I dont see any one–” A loud crash came from upstairs and the corpse dropped limp. August’s mouth was stuffed with a gag as he was slammed onto the floor and his wrists were grabbed .

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Once Ben heard the loud crash he ran to the foot of the stairs and the minute he was on the steps he put all his weight down on his feet and he leaped upwards and in one single long jump he landed on the top steps and then pounced from the floor onto the attacker’s back and wrestled him to the ground.

He had the attacker with his arms pinned behind his back now and looked up at August. Ben’s eyes were the same color but they were wild, almost feral in a way as his instincts were kicking in and his defense mechanism was allowing him to defend her. Like an animal defending members of it’s pack. “August, are you okay babe?”

[quiet-violent-voices]

August pulled the gag out of his mouth and dry heaved. No matter how many times he was held captive it was the gag that always made him feel sickest. He hated it beyond compare. He was shaken by the attack but otherwise unscathed. He eyed Ben wearily and gave a short nod of confirmation. “Hold him down but dont kill him,” He picked up his dagger from the bedside table. “We have questions that need answering.”

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Ben nodded and grabbed the back of the man’s neck and held him up in the air before grabbing both his arms and folding them behind his head and crashed him through the nearest bedroom door. Once inside the bedroom he repeatedly punched the attacker at least nine times before sitting him on the bed. He took off the attacker’s shoes and tied his hands behind his back with his shoe strings and then followed up by opening a bunch of random drawers till he found a box of construction nails. He poured the box out on the floor around the attacker and then stood in the doorway behind August who Ben had step in front of him. “Go ahead, ask away.” Ben said to August.

[quiet-violent-voices]

“There was no need for that.” He glared coldly at Ben and pointed towards the door for him to get out. “I know you can punch things, anyone with fists can. Don’t beat my witness senseless. I’m in charge of this, farm boy. He was going to comply.” August patted the man’s head and pulled up a chair, settling comfortably into it. He looked more relaxed than he ever had, and irrepressibly confident. The tied man started to tremble. “I’ve worked with this hitman before, he knows my tactics. More importantly, he knows he doesn’t want to be in the position he’s in longer than he has to.” 

He stretched and yawned. “Leave the room Ben. I’ll let you in when I have what I want. 

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

When August glared at him, he felt a slight chill through his spine but he didn’t let him notice. He kept his back rigid and his face stone solid. “If you have this, I only ask that you keep his clothes on so I don’t have to wash them and store them in a closet. Also since this is my house…don’t spill blood on the carpet.” He said with a sigh before placing his hand on August’s shoulder. “Leave the door unlocked and stray away from the window. Just….whatever.” He said as he was nervous but he shouldn’t say anymore. Instead he just spat in the guy’s face and walked out of the bedroom.

[quiet-violent-voices]

“Mmm.. Well, now that he’s gone..” August stood up and locked the door as quietly as he could. He made a slow circle around the room, shutting the shudders, closing the bathroom door, and flipping on all the lights. He set his phone in front of the man and calmly resumed his seat in front of the man and smiled as pleasantly as he could manage. “Remember that time your wife invited me over for a summer cookout? I want you reminded that I can call her up at any time. Ask her where she is. Tell her to come over so I can kill her in front of you.” He picked out dirt from his nail. “Why’d the boss send you? He and I have a deal.”

After fifteen minutes August opened the door to reveal an empty room. “We have a problem. My source of protection is dead. All those.. enemies I've made before? They’re coming for me. I can’t stay here, your house is a known target.” He walked past Ben, stuffing a backpack with supplies. “I need to call in favors..” He paused and peaked out a window at the snow. “Shit..” 

[quiet-violent-voices]

//

[quiet-violent-voices]

Disturbance in the Countryside

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“Well…we will see what further motives we might have to take once we get to the clothing store…I might have to get inside those dressing stalls to help you. You know…make sure you aren’t getting suffocated in anything too tight or nothing falls off of you when you step out the booth. Juuust looking out for you.” he said as he laid his hand on August’s thigh.

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Alex nodded as he sliced and diced onions, peppers, garlic bits, added the spice and marinade and slid it into the oven to bake. He pulled a Potato out of his garden bag where he picked some fresh ones. He started to peel them slowly and finished one potato until he heard the door slowly creak open. He didn’t want to cause a stir but knew someway that people were here to attack him and/or August.

Once the persuer was in the house Ben chucked the peeler and it was with such force it went through the head of the intruder and he fell to the ground. A man from behind jumped him and tried to put a chloroform rag over his face but Ben flipped him to the floor and stomped his head. Two more men came in shooting as Ben grabbed a gun off of the unconsious one and threw a bottle of olive oil over the counter to distract them and shot out one of their knees and then rounded the other corner popping one in the head. He walked over to the one screaming in pain from the bullet to the knee and repeatedly slammed the heavy front door on his head over and over and over again till there was nothing left. He saw the final one run up the stairs but ben was faster and threw the guy downstairs headfirst and he crashed snapping his neck.

[quiet-violent-voices]

August had just finished changing into sweats and a turtleneck when he heard the last fired gunshot and two sets of feet running up the stairs. He’d locked the bedroom door and pushed the dresser in front of the door. There were a tense few moments when he heard nothing. Quietly, he grabbed a knife and waited. He didn’t know what to expect. Hesitately, he closed his eyes and felt the house for bodies. Four. He squeezed his hands and brought them to life, letting them wander sluggishly. He didn’t know how many more attackers were in the house but he at least had these as his eyes and ears

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“No one is here…just you and me…you can open your eyes now and lead the bodies out. I am not going outside just yet, in case there are some outside so bring me the less fucked up dead guy.” He said dressing down naked and throwing on the shirt and pants to the gentleman who was thinner but kept it on him and flipped on the porch light. “Send him walking out.”

[quiet-violent-voices]

The corpse puts its hands onto its hips, staring at Ben. “Now,” August called from upstairs “is not the time for you to strip.” The corpse fixed the shirt on fashionably and August kept his eyes closed, looking through the eyes of the corpse instead. The corpse walked out onto the porch and looked around. “I dont see any one–” A loud crash came from upstairs and the corpse dropped limp. August’s mouth was stuffed with a gag as he was slammed onto the floor and his wrists were grabbed .

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Once Ben heard the loud crash he ran to the foot of the stairs and the minute he was on the steps he put all his weight down on his feet and he leaped upwards and in one single long jump he landed on the top steps and then pounced from the floor onto the attacker’s back and wrestled him to the ground.

He had the attacker with his arms pinned behind his back now and looked up at August. Ben’s eyes were the same color but they were wild, almost feral in a way as his instincts were kicking in and his defense mechanism was allowing him to defend her. Like an animal defending members of it’s pack. “August, are you okay babe?”

[quiet-violent-voices]

August pulled the gag out of his mouth and dry heaved. No matter how many times he was held captive it was the gag that always made him feel sickest. He hated it beyond compare. He was shaken by the attack but otherwise unscathed. He eyed Ben wearily and gave a short nod of confirmation. “Hold him down but dont kill him,” He picked up his dagger from the bedside table. “We have questions that need answering.”

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

Ben nodded and grabbed the back of the man’s neck and held him up in the air before grabbing both his arms and folding them behind his head and crashed him through the nearest bedroom door. Once inside the bedroom he repeatedly punched the attacker at least nine times before sitting him on the bed. He took off the attacker’s shoes and tied his hands behind his back with his shoe strings and then followed up by opening a bunch of random drawers till he found a box of construction nails. He poured the box out on the floor around the attacker and then stood in the doorway behind August who Ben had step in front of him. “Go ahead, ask away.” Ben said to August.

[quiet-violent-voices]

“There was no need for that.” He glared coldly at Ben and pointed towards the door for him to get out. “I know you can punch things, anyone with fists can. Don’t beat my witness senseless. I’m in charge of this, farm boy. He was going to comply.” August patted the man’s head and pulled up a chair, settling comfortably into it. He looked more relaxed than he ever had, and irrepressibly confident. The tied man started to tremble. “I’ve worked with this hitman before, he knows my tactics. More importantly, he knows he doesn't want to be in the position he’s in longer than he has to.” 

He stretched and yawned. “Leave the room Ben. I’ll let you in when I have what I want. 

[quiet-violent-voices]

Disturbance in the Countryside

[alexdeckerblog-deactivated20210]

“Well…we will see what further motives we might have to take once we get to the clothing store…I might have to get inside those dressing stalls to help you. You know…make sure you aren’t getting suffocated in anything too tight or nothing falls off of you when you step out the booth. Juuust looking out for you.” he said as he laid his hand on August’s thigh.

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Alex nodded as he sliced and diced onions, peppers, garlic bits, added the spice and marinade and slid it into the oven to bake. He pulled a Potato out of his garden bag where he picked some fresh ones. He started to peel them slowly and finished one potato until he heard the door slowly creak open. He didn’t want to cause a stir but knew someway that people were here to attack him and/or August.

Once the persuer was in the house Ben chucked the peeler and it was with such force it went through the head of the intruder and he fell to the ground. A man from behind jumped him and tried to put a chloroform rag over his face but Ben flipped him to the floor and stomped his head. Two more men came in shooting as Ben grabbed a gun off of the unconsious one and threw a bottle of olive oil over the counter to distract them and shot out one of their knees and then rounded the other corner popping one in the head. He walked over to the one screaming in pain from the bullet to the knee and repeatedly slammed the heavy front door on his head over and over and over again till there was nothing left. He saw the final one run up the stairs but ben was faster and threw the guy downstairs headfirst and he crashed snapping his neck.

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August had just finished changing into sweats and a turtleneck when he heard the last fired gunshot and two sets of feet running up the stairs. He’d locked the bedroom door and pushed the dresser in front of the door. There were a tense few moments when he heard nothing. Quietly, he grabbed a knife and waited. He didn’t know what to expect. Hesitately, he closed his eyes and felt the house for bodies. Four. He squeezed his hands and brought them to life, letting them wander sluggishly. He didn’t know how many more attackers were in the house but he at least had these as his eyes and ears

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“No one is here…just you and me…you can open your eyes now and lead the bodies out. I am not going outside just yet, in case there are some outside so bring me the less fucked up dead guy.” He said dressing down naked and throwing on the shirt and pants to the gentleman who was thinner but kept it on him and flipped on the porch light. “Send him walking out.”

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The corpse puts its hands onto its hips, staring at Ben. “Now,” August called from upstairs “is not the time for you to strip.” The corpse fixed the shirt on fashionably and August kept his eyes closed, looking through the eyes of the corpse instead. The corpse walked out onto the porch and looked around. “I dont see any one–” A loud crash came from upstairs and the corpse dropped limp. August’s mouth was stuffed with a gag as he was slammed onto the floor and his wrists were grabbed .

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Once Ben heard the loud crash he ran to the foot of the stairs and the minute he was on the steps he put all his weight down on his feet and he leaped upwards and in one single long jump he landed on the top steps and then pounced from the floor onto the attacker’s back and wrestled him to the ground.

He had the attacker with his arms pinned behind his back now and looked up at August. Ben’s eyes were the same color but they were wild, almost feral in a way as his instincts were kicking in and his defense mechanism was allowing him to defend her. Like an animal defending members of it’s pack. “August, are you okay babe?”

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August pulled the gag out of his mouth and dry heaved. No matter how many times he was held captive it was the gag that always made him feel sickest. He hated it beyond compare. He was shaken by the attack but otherwise unscathed. He eyed Ben wearily and gave a short nod of confirmation. “Hold him down but dont kill him,” He picked up his dagger from the bedside table. “We have questions that need answering.”

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Disturbance in the Countryside

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“Well…we will see what further motives we might have to take once we get to the clothing store…I might have to get inside those dressing stalls to help you. You know…make sure you aren’t getting suffocated in anything too tight or nothing falls off of you when you step out the booth. Juuust looking out for you.” he said as he laid his hand on August’s thigh.

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Alex nodded as he sliced and diced onions, peppers, garlic bits, added the spice and marinade and slid it into the oven to bake. He pulled a Potato out of his garden bag where he picked some fresh ones. He started to peel them slowly and finished one potato until he heard the door slowly creak open. He didn’t want to cause a stir but knew someway that people were here to attack him and/or August.

Once the persuer was in the house Ben chucked the peeler and it was with such force it went through the head of the intruder and he fell to the ground. A man from behind jumped him and tried to put a chloroform rag over his face but Ben flipped him to the floor and stomped his head. Two more men came in shooting as Ben grabbed a gun off of the unconsious one and threw a bottle of olive oil over the counter to distract them and shot out one of their knees and then rounded the other corner popping one in the head. He walked over to the one screaming in pain from the bullet to the knee and repeatedly slammed the heavy front door on his head over and over and over again till there was nothing left. He saw the final one run up the stairs but ben was faster and threw the guy downstairs headfirst and he crashed snapping his neck.

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August had just finished changing into sweats and a turtleneck when he heard the last fired gunshot and two sets of feet running up the stairs. He’d locked the bedroom door and pushed the dresser in front of the door. There were a tense few moments when he heard nothing. Quietly, he grabbed a knife and waited. He didn’t know what to expect. Hesitately, he closed his eyes and felt the house for bodies. Four. He squeezed his hands and brought them to life, letting them wander sluggishly. He didn’t know how many more attackers were in the house but he at least had these as his eyes and ears

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“No one is here…just you and me…you can open your eyes now and lead the bodies out. I am not going outside just yet, in case there are some outside so bring me the less fucked up dead guy.” He said dressing down naked and throwing on the shirt and pants to the gentleman who was thinner but kept it on him and flipped on the porch light. “Send him walking out.”

[quiet-violent-voices]

The corpse puts its hands onto its hips, staring at Ben. “Now,” August called from upstairs “is not the time for you to strip.” The corpse fixed the shirt on fashionably and August kept his eyes closed, looking through the eyes of the corpse instead. The corpse walked out onto the porch and looked around. “I dont see any one--” A loud crash came from upstairs and the corpse dropped limp. August’s mouth was stuffed with a gag as he was slammed onto the floor and his wrists were grabbed .