Do you have any tips for how to slow down time in a story?
How to slow down time
To slow down time in your story you need to use a mix of different writing ingredients: you need different descriptions that capture the reader in the moment as well as internal monologue and different sentence structures.
Detailed Descriptions:
Sensory Details: Use the five senses—sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch to describe what the character is seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, and tasting in intricate detail.
Detailed Observations: Zoom in on small, often overlooked details. The sound a tea cup makes as it hits the ground, the way an expression on a character's face changes, the turning of heads as someone enters the room.
Slow Motion: Manipulate the time by describing how it feels like slow motion to the characters: "Time slowed down, and it felt as if the whole of humanity had decided to stop breathing for a moment."
Physical Reactions: A detailed description of the physical aspects of a scene. The movements a character makes, how their gaze turns, their breathing changes, their body begins to shake.
Psychological Aspects: Focus on the anxiety of a character looking at a clock that never seems to move, their nervousness seeping out of them
Internal Monologue:
Memories and Flashbacks: Add context by showing memories or flashbacks that relate to the situation.
Pondering: Let the character reflect on the situation, their feelings and their plan for the next steps. Let the reader explore the character's inner life.
Dialogue:
Reduced Dialogue: Dialogue brings a scene into real time. Use it thoughtfully and sparringly, with lots of inner thoughts and reactions in between.
Silence: Make use of silence between the characters which can be filled with more descriptions.
Language:
Smaller Steps: Write out each action taken, no matter how small, and focus on describing each step that happens.
Control Pacing: Use your sentence structure to create long descriptions that slow it down, and short, impactful ones to pick up the pace if needed for a moment.
Warning: This isn’t like my usual imagines. This imagine is based off of the novel ‘American Psycho’ by Brett Easton Ellis, and if you’ve read or heard of it, you’ll know it’s very controversial. I tried to keep it mild because, obviously, no one asked for this and it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. However, I know some people may be quick to get judgemental. This isn’t supposed to offend, scare, mock or anything of the sort, it’s merely a piece of fiction inspired by another. With that, please be aware but also, enjoy it.
PS. If you don’t like it or are offended or whatever, don’t come at me; I warned you and you carried on reading. Enjoy💗
Justin’s P.O.V
She lays with her head on my lap, her hair sprawls out and contrasts with my washed out jeans. I feel dizzy but I keep my focus on her to steady myself, it only just works.
The TV plays across the room, meaning there’s no need for us to make any kind of conversation. It means I can sit and stroke her hair, feeling her shiver beneath me. It gives me great pleasure to feel her body jolt whenever my fingers touch her scalp.
Her feet twitch at the edge of the bed, she lets them sway gently and curls her toes every so often. It’s a sight I’m familiar with and I’m taken back to the previous week when I managed to make them curl in the exact same way by pounding her with no remorse, I remember having to hold back from ripping her to shreds from beneath me.
My eyes coming back into focus, I realise I’m not paying even the slightest bit of attention to the TV but rather thinking of all the ways I could use the new power drill I purchased last night. So far, I’ve thought of six.
I’m not sure what we’re watching, but it’s quiet and calm - although, in my head it’s a completely different story - and I’m happy to sit doing nothing besides watching the white walls of [Y/N]’s bedroom, thinking they’d look a lot more appealing if they were dripping red.
I’m guessing the movie is a slasher; the loud thuds of non-diegetic music as the poor, defenceless girl creeps cautiously around the conveniently destroyed and abandoned building pours through the speakers.
It all happens so fast, much to my disappointment. I’m suddenly paying attention and watching with bated breath. Does she die? How? Knife in the stomach? Decapitated? I hope [Y/N] doesn’t feel my body stiffen.
She jumps when the killer takes a stab, meanwhile, I clench my fists. The fake blood and the shrill sounds of screaming awakens something in me and I can feel a wave of heat wash over me.
I abandon [Y/N]’s hair in fear of grabbing it too hard and instead, place them at my sides. They turn white from being balled so tightly while the girl on the screen writhes on the floor pathetically. [Y/N] is watching behind her hands now.
She looks up at me and for that moment, the world seems okay. “How can you watch this so casually? Are you not scared?” she whines and I smile.
I think about all the things I could tell her, about what I’ve seen, heard, done, and immediately decide against it; it’s selfish but I refuse to let her leave.
“It’s all fake, and not to mention, inaccurate. It’d take her a lot longer than that to die by a couple of mediocre stabs to the neck, and the blood is clearly paint. Blood’s thick, but not that thick,“ I say and think back to the night I fell deep - deeper than usual - into my typical spiral and ended up in my neighbour’s kitchen, drinking the blood from his neck after having used my - at the time - brand new pocket knife. It was bitter and left an unusual aftertaste but the kill was satisfactory.
“I know that,” she rolls her eyes, although I know she probably didn’t know. “But it’s still scary, the thought of it, you know?”
It’s humorous to me that she’s frightened by child’s play; whoever created, directed, produced and even starred in this sad excuse for a horror movie had clearly never slashed open a man’s stomach and scooped his insides out; they went about portraying it all wrong. Despite this, it’s sending my bloodlust into a frenzy and I’m thinking about asking her if I can borrow it sometime.
“The thought of what?” I ask, interested.
“Just.. murder. Killing someone. Having so much blood on your hands. I could never do it, I care too much.” She seems to go into some sort of mini trance and I grin, wondering what beautifully tragic images are going through her mind. I wish I could play with her brain and see what she’s seeing.
That’s why I love her - I think I do, I can’t really feel much, but I think I’m as close to being in love as I’ll ever be - she’s kind and delusional and thinks people are good. She’s innocent and pure and I sometimes struggle to keep it that way - sometimes my mind’s foggy and I have to leave before I ruin her.
“That’s because you’re angel,” I mutter and I can see her shy away, making me grin. I run my fingers along the side of her face and I catch sight of dry blood under my fingernails from last night, I make a mental note to wash my hands again.
“You are, too,” she replies and I try to stop myself from cackling. I think she notices because she frowns. “You’re too good for this world.. too good for me.”
She’s delusional, all right. She says I’m too for this world but I’m not ‘too good’ for anything, I’m not even ‘good’. I feel moved by her failure to see through my heavy guard.
“What if I told you that just last night, I had a girl’s head on my coffee table while her headless body lay limp in the kitchen? Would your opinion change?” I smirk and her eyes widen.
“Don’t even joke about that!” she slapped my chest with the back of her hand. She wasn’t scared, or even paying attention to the movie anymore. “You’ve got a sick sense of humour, Justin, you know that?”
“I do, indeed.” But my sense of humour actually feeds on puns and knock-knock jokes, the girl’s head was still on the coffee table as I left for work this morning and, unless it grew legs and took off, was probably still there now. The body is currently on its way to London, Tokyo, Canada, Switzerland, and many other places across the globe, in tiny pieces.
“I love you,” she says, looking at me with a strong look in her eyes that told me she meant it. I’m sure my heart would’ve began to beat rapidly if that kind of thing was what kick started it, and I suppose, if it functioned properly.
“I love you too,” I trace her eyebrows with my finger, doing the same with her eyes, nose and lips - they’re wet under my finger and I lick my own involuntarily.
I often think about the ‘L’ word. It’s supposedly powerful although I’ve never seen the hype. So what if your boyfriend doesn’t love you back? So what if your mom has never said she loves you? Fuck them. And no one really cares how much you love your new Summer dress or how in love you are with your boyfriend or girlfriend. Love is helpless and hopeless, it’s nothing important, really.
Actions speak louder than words, which is why I prefer to kill the people who arise the anger in me; it’s like saying 'you’re an annoying bastard’ without actually having to open your mouth.
“I’ve missed half the movie now,” she mutters before shifting her gaze from me to the TV that shows a sobbing man on his knees, a high camera angle has been used, probably to portray his weakness. He’ll probably be dead in the next few minutes and I watched silently.
I’m right. The killer returns once more and takes their time raising the knife to stab the man in the chest. Lust seeps into every inch of my body and I remind myself of rain against the windows and expensive ice cream and hot food in Winter afternoons, just to distract myself from the fog clouding my mind.
Sweat forms at my hairline and I find myself growling quietly. Thankfully, it doesn’t draw any attention, even when I begin to shake lightly, she doesn’t notice. I force myself to take deep breaths but I know from past experiences that it does nothing.
My heart is thumping in my chest and I know I have to excuse myself before I explode and grab the small but sharp knife in my coat pocket.
“Baby, I’m just gonna go get a drink. You.. want anything? Water? Coke? A glass of blood?” I grin and she rolls her eyes. I try not to focus on the one drop of sweat that strokes my skin.
“Tempting, I must say,” she jokes, and I immediately have vivid images of her soaked in blood, although not her own of course, and I sigh. “Water, please.”
I nod and make my way out of her bedroom, trailing my fingertips along the wall before jogging down the stairs. It’s dark downstairs but the lamp in the corner gives it a yellow tinge.
I hum the theme of Halloween as I reach the kitchen. The room comes to life when I flip the switch and I make my way to the top cupboard. Almost taking the door off its hinges, I grab the open bottle of Vodka from the darkness of the shelf, I only know that because I opened it a few nights ago.
I down it without remorse, feeling it burn and take away the bad in my brain. I had two choices; I could down the rest of this and return upstairs, I’d probably be able to last without spiralling until I left if I made some excuse as to why I can’t stay over tonight. Or I could leave now and find the next breathing thing to take home and satisfy my terrible desires.
As I fight with my own mind, I chug the vodka without having to tell myself to and it’s as though I’ve already decided what I’m going to do. Once only a quarter of the bottle is left I put it back and feel like brand new. I’m able to make my way, slowly, back up to her room.
She’s laid as she was when I left. Her hands rest, clasped together, on her stomach while her boobs curve out in a way that compliments her greatly.
I smile as I sit down back where I was, she lifts her head so she can rest it in my lap again. She’s looking up at me expectantly and I frown.
“Water?” she asks carefully. Her fingers tap together on her stomach and I notice her nails are polished and gleaming, unlike mine.
That’s when I realise I was focused so much on creating a buzz in my mind that I forgot to bring her water. I cursed myself mentally.
“Oh.. I, uh, I.. forgot.”
She chuckles and take my hand in hers. “You do that a lot,” she says and I realise I do. Although I’m pretty good at remembering how many stab wounds I gave that man in New York last year, and how many screams left the other man’s mouth while the chainsaw pierced his skin, I wonder how I’d forgotten her water.
“My apologies, I’ll go get you it.” I’m ready to stand but she doesn’t move her head. I don’t want to have to move it myself in case a rush washes over me and I end up snapping her neck.
“No, it’s okay. Stay.” I can see her cheek being attacked from the inside by her teeth and I watch it happen, wanting to be the one biting her.
“As you wish,” I grin but I know she shouldn’t want me around, it’s one of the many moments I’m with her where I think of breaking it off. She can’t want me, at least she shouldn’t.
But I’m thirsty for her, and even though I have to be cautious and work around the late hours of my bloodlust, I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything - the liberating feeling of pushing a knife through the surface of the human skin, the sound of women’s screams, the drugs, the alcohol, the taste of skin in my teeth, I want her more than any of that and I know I’m capable of keeping her with me forever.
hey pals !! so this dash icon style is kinda simple but i added cute little doodles to it ?? ( that are removable if you please . ) all icons are sized 130 x 130 and no , the coloring is not included because it isn’t mine to give out . pls know how to use clipping masks when downloading any of my templates . oh and as always , the icons i made for this image can be found below the cut !
hey pals !!!! i’ve decided to make a christmas inspired dash icon style and post it for you all — please make sure you know how to use a clipping mask in photoshop ! all icons are sized to 130 x 130 and the coloring is not included because it is not mine to give out . if you need any help don’t hesitate to message me and i’ll do my best . pls like / reblog this if you plan on using ♡ ︎as always , if anyone wants the icons i made for the preview , they can be found below the cut .
I actually really like the motifs on these ! it was initially inspired by The Last of Us (one of the greatest games of all time), but I think it works for other contexts too.
feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit 〜
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“I wish I could be there with you,” Jason sighed subtly through the phone, clearing trying not to sound too phased.
“Me too. But I’ll come see you later, right?” I sat up in bed, feeling neglected by the warmth of the sheets leaving my body.
“Of course, I’m not missing out on giving you some hardcore birthday sex just because your fuckwit of a dad won’t let me see you.”
“Jason, he’s still my dad.” I said, frowning, but he couldn’t see. “I’m not asking you to like him, I’d prefer if you two could get a long but-”
“I know,” Jason interrupted me. “and I’m sorry, but if he wants to doubt my love for you and keep thinking that twisted shit about how I’m going to end up kidnapping you and holding you at gunpoint, he can fuck off.” There was slight hurt in his voice and I pitied him.
“But I don’t wanna ruin your day, I’m sorry. It’d be better if I wasn’t there anyway.” I pictured the expressionless look that I’d become so used to taking over his face.
“Believe me, Jason; I want you here more than anything. But I can barely have you at the front door without something starting between you two.” I chewed my lip, not really wanting to have this type of conversation on my birthday.
“I was bringing you flowers, for fuck sake!” He said, I flinched at his voice ringing loudly in my ear.
“I know, I know-”
“I’m sorry, it’s your birthday.” He said quickly before he sighed again. “Go and enjoy it, I’ll text you, okay?”
“Are you gonna be okay?” I asked quietly.
“Trust me, once you’re here and riding me, your dad’ll be the last thing on my mind.” I could tell he was grinning to himself.
“I’d hope so,” I chuckled, throwing some clothes on as I spoke.
“Now, go down and open your stuff.” He said, I heard shuffling through the phone.
“What are you doing today?” I questioned, trailing slowly around the room, not really wanting to leave him.
“Uh, I’ve got to go and sort something later, but right now I’m probably gonna jack off.” He said casually, making my stomach flip.
“Oh, enjoy.” I chuckled.
“With the thought of you, I’m pretty sure I will.” He laughed when I whined. “Let me know what you think of your presents that I got you, alright?” His voice was rough.
“Yeah, I will. I’ll call you later, okay?” Smiling, I listened as he said his farewells and put the phone down.
–
After having gone through the gifts from family and friends, there were five parcels who I presumed were from Jason. Five was more than I got from most people, I smiled widely at the fact he probably thought that even that many wasn’t enough.
I noticed as my dad glanced at them and let his eyes rest on them long enough for me to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying something.
“I’m going to take a wild guess and say those are from your boyfriend, Jaden, is it?” My dad looked at me with fake confusion.
“Jason.” I spoke through a clenched jaw.
“Come on then, let’s see what he can afford with all that drug money in his pocket.” My dad picked up one of the parcels that were wrapped less than perfectly, making me laugh at the thought of Jason attempting to wrap them. “Why does this say ‘From daddy’?” My dad showed me the tag hanging from the parcel with a glare.
Looking down at the other four, they all showed the same tag that, in Jason’s instantly recognisable scruffy writing, said ‘From daddy’ and I felt my cheeks heating up instantly.
“I, uh, I think this is just Jason’s way of making a joke.” I chuckled nervously, knowing that was far from what this was.
There’s a chance Jason did this to take a hit at my dad, but also to embarrass me, or there was the fact that it’s possible he was genuinely serious about the gifts. I reminded myself to speak to him about it.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a rectangular one from the pile and slowly started to rip at the wrapping paper. Underneath was a red box that had a removable lid. I was puzzled as I wondered what it was.
Taking the lid off slowly, almost worried as to what it was, I was instantly greeted with what was easily recognisable as an eight inch dildo. Pink.
My heart sank and I felt like crying all of a sudden. It felt like thousands of wasps were attacking my insides and wouldn’t stop.
I looked up to see my parents sat staring between me and the sex toy in my lap. They looked far from amused while I wasn’t sure if to laugh or cry. None of us knew what to say.
Moving it so that it sat next to me, I hesitated to pick up another. “[Y/N]..” I heard them both start to protest.
“It’s all right, let’s just move on.” I laughed it off, beginning to unwrap another present. I immediately thought he wouldn’t make me go through it twice and buy me something even worse.
This time, there was a black box but it was identical to the last. Only slight removing the slid so that it was out of view of my parents, I looked inside to see a white vibrator. I slammed the box shut and pulled my lips into my mouth.
Both amused and embarrassed, I pulled my phone out with the intention of texting Jason, to see I had a message from him:
I’m guessing you’ve opened my presents. When you’re done downstairs I want you to go upstairs and use the dildo and the vibrator. I’ll punish you later if you come here telling me you haven’t done it. Enjoy. Happy birthday babygirl x
I was sure at this point that my cheeks were red, as red as they could get. I sighed.
“What is it?” My mom asked me, making me inwardly groan.
“N-Nothing of importance,” I smiled, placing it down on top of the other one.
I opened the next two and found two sets of lace bras and underwear, one in black and one in red. I actually loved them. I knew red was Jason’s favourite and I imagined him smirking as he picked them out.
The other of the two was the largest parcel and probably the most surprising one of all. It contained various objects from a vibrating bullet to a whip. Just like the other, I slammed it shut before my parents had the chance to see inside.
“[Y/N]. Get that boyfriend of yours on the phone now and ask him what he thinks he’s playing at.” My dad said in a stern voice, clearly not knowing where to look.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to.” I gritted my teeth, taking my phone in my hand.
Once I’d hit the call icon, I quickly climbed to my feet and headed for the kitchen before he answered. I let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through my hair.
“Hey, princess. You’re lucky; I literally just came.” He chuckled roughly, breathing rather heavily. I could imagine the pinkness of his cheeks as he laid in bed, flustered.
“You bought me a dildo?!” I whispered harshly through the phone, very much aware my parents were probably listening.
He chuckled. “Yeah, I just th-”
“Jason, my parents are already finding it difficult to like you,” I sighed.
“I know, it’s funny.” He laughed, making my jaw clenched involuntarily. “Why? Are they giving you a hard time? Do I need to come over? I’ll come over, I’ll tell them it was my fault. I’m sorry, babygirl. I’ll see you soon-”
“Jason, no-”
“No, don’t worry, I’ll sort this out. Love you-”
“Don’t you da-”
Jason put the phone down before I had the chance to argue anymore and I found myself running my hands up and down my face. I took a deep breath and another, before walking back out.
“Jason’s coming over.” I smiled slightly before taking a seat in my original spot.
“Great.” My dad smiled before getting to his feet and walking into the kitchen. I huffed at thinking of what was to come.
After a good fifteen minutes of nervousness and my mom, who was a lot more pleasant and forgiving towards Jason, reassuring me that everything was going to be fine and nothing was going to happen, I heard Jason’s car parking up outside.
I prepared myself before arriving at the door just as he knocked. Opening it, I witnessed Jason stood with a bouquet of blood red roses in his hand. He smiled when he saw me and it almost distracted me from how good he looked wearing his black jeans and white t shirt.
“Happy birthday, babygirl.” He said, he held the flowers out for me, I took them happily. Pulling me close, he pressed his soft lips onto mine, letting his hands run up and down my back. I giggled when his lips moved down my neck and he attempted to bite at my skin. Before he had the chance however, there was a displeased, interrupting cough from behind us, making us pull apart.
“Ahh. Mr [Y/L/N], Mrs [Y/L/N]. Lovely to see you, as always.” He said sarcastically, although he moved forward (making my dad flinch to which Jason rolled his eyes) and placed a small kiss on my mom’s cheek.
Jason had always been more accustomed to her simply because she was so much kinder towards him than my dad was.
At least when Jason I and were discussing it one time, that’s what he told me.
“Your mom seems to have, even if it’s a small amount, some sort of respect for me and what I have with you. Your dad just plainly hates me, which is why I refuse to show him any sort of respect or gratitude.” He shrugged.
We walked into the living room once we’d had the awkward introductions. I heard Jason chuckle from behind me as I lead him to the couch. That’s when I spotted the gifts he’d bought me.
“Shut up.” I hissed, taking a seat and moving the boxes so that he could sit next to me.
My parents sat much more on edge than they were previously. We sat in silence until Jason probably realised he was to speak up. That was, when I nipped him, making him gasp and glare at me.
He sighed deeply, it was a sigh that indicated his heart wasn’t in any of this. “Okay, so as you are now probably aware, your daughter and I are in a sexual relationship.” I groaned, mentally cursing him for starting with that. “I like to fuck her. A lot. All the time, actually. Everyday if I can help it.” He smirked.
He was testing my parents. He loved making that look of anger and humiliation appear on their faces. I hid my face on his shoulder.
“But sometimes I’m away for a while-”
“Oh, selling drugs? Yes, I’m more than aware of that.” My dad interrupted sarcastically, but he looked ready to jump if Jason happened to attack him which by the look on Jason’s face as he spoke, it looked likely, if I wasn’t holding onto Jason’s hand like a steel clamp.
“Uh yeah, amongst other things.” Jason said, irritated. “So when I’m away, [Y/N], your daughter,” He smirked. “won’t have me to make her feel good, until I come back that is, then I give her so much pleasure to make up for it, she can’t stop shaking aft-”
“Jason.” I spat, glaring at him as he grinned, clearly enjoying giving my parents mental images and scarring them for life. “You’re being a dick, stop.” I muttered.
“I’m always a dick to your parents no matter what I do, so why bother?” He said loud enough for them to hear, clearly not bothering to keep quiet.
“Anyway,” He turned to them again. “because I’m not always here, I thought the perfect gift for her birthday would be something she can use whenever she needs to.” He shrugged, leaning over and taking the dildo out of the packaging. “You know she’d probably be able to take all of this?” A twisted smile rested on his lips as he stared at my parents. I grabbed it out of his hand and put it out of sight.
“You’re probably wondering about the whole ‘daddy’ thing. I thought it would fit since she was only calling me that last night.”
“Jason, I think it’s time you left.” My dad rose to his feet. “The fact you think you thought it appropriate to bring such vile things into this house, not giving your girlfriend one serious, kindhearted gift is sickening and-”
“Man, what are you talking about?” He laughed. “One, those sex toys weren’t a joke,” He scoffed. “two, that ring was more than serious.” Jason frowned, as we all did. He looked around us as we looked at him.
“What ring?” I frowned before I realised that I had got so caught up in my embarrassment of the other four gifts Jason had gotten me, I forgot about the last one; the smallest of the lot. “Ohh, I forgot about the last one.” I pulled the last small parcel from the floor.
“Fuck, now you know.” He said, his face fell. I slowly began to rip the paper off of what turned out to be a small red velvet box. It held a small silver ring stood proudly inside, it shone under the lights of the house.
“W-What? What does th-”
“Don’t worry,” He turned to my parents before looking back at me. “this isn’t me proposing but it’s just, just to show I care and love you and you know, one day, maybe..” I noticed he was smiling nervously, stuttering and acting panicky wasn’t usually Jason’s style but I almost aw'ed over how cute he looked.
He took the ring out of the box and took a hold of my hand in his that seemed to be shaking. He took my ring finger and slipped it on slowly, making eye contact with me.
I couldn’t help but smile back and it seemed to spread to his face as he, for once, smiled rather than smirked.
“I love you, baby. So much.” He muttered.
I sniffed, and chuckled as I felt tears in my eyes. “I love you too.”
He moved closer to me so that his lips were close to my ear. “How about we go and celebrate our love? Maybe with your new birthday presents?” He smirked again, taking the liberty of biting my ear.
“Sure,” I said, grinning. He kissed my cheek before taking a hold of my hand.
“Well, we’re gonna head off.” Jason pulled me to my feet. He began taking a hold of the boxes and shoving them under his arm.
“Thank goodness for that.” My dad mumbled, making me sigh.
“I find it funny that you can’t stand me being in your house but your perfectly comfortable with sitting in the exact chair that I made your daughter cum.” He stood with a proud look on his face. “Twice.” The smirk reappeared.
“Jason. Go.” I shoved him, he laughed while heading for the door. “Mom, dad, I’ll, uh, be home later. I’ll call you if anything. Love you.” I shot out before they could reply, closing the door quietly.
“Oh, fuck that was so fun.” He laughed, letting his thumb run over my hand as he held it.
“Jason, that was so embarrassing. Please don’t ever do that ever again.”
-
“Rub your nipples, baby.” He rasped, holding the vibrating bullet inside of me, twisting it every now and then.
I did as he was told and took my boobs in the palms of my hands. “Good girl.” His left thumb pressed into my clit, rubbing it vigorously.
“Jason,” I whimpered, rolling my hips up. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Not yet, don’t cum yet. Only when I say.” While he said that, he increased the power on the bullet and I moaned loudly out of shock. “Hold on, not yet.” He sounded as though he was anticipating for me to cum without his permission.
“P-Please, J-”
“Nope.” His thumb was burning into my clit and I felt myself on edge. Tears were building up in my eyes as I struggled to hold on to the constant building up of pleasure.
“Cum. Fucking cum for me, babygirl. I know that’s what you want, let go now.”
His words rang through my mind and I came instantly, the build up caused such a powerful orgasm that I screamed softly, making Jason stare at me passionately.
“Good girl.” He leaned forward and kissed me with so much force behind it.
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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝖨𝖨❣️: 𝖴𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀
Kasey's POV
𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 a yawn, I stretched as the scent of bacon instantly made my stomach growl. The smell made my mouth water, and I got excited about eating. I climbed out of bed at the speed my stomach would allow me and freshened up in the bathroom. I walked downstairs to see Alissa sitting in the living room on the sofa, watching some reality show, so I assumed her mother was in the kitchen. As I stood in the entryway, I watched Mrs. Lopez cook breakfast at the stove. She looked up at me and smiled as I walked to the fridge and grabbed some water.
“Look who’s awake. How did you sleep?” Zavia asked, pouring scrambled eggs onto a plate.
“Good.” I nodded, unscrewing the cap from the bottle.
“Well, breakfast is just about ready. I bet you’re hungry.” Mrs. Lopez smiled at me, and I nodded.
“Of course,” I answered, sitting on the island chair.
“Alissa, ven a comer, cariño.” Mrs. Lopez called out to her daughter. ( “Alissa, come eat, darling.” )
My best friend entered the kitchen and sat next to me. Her mother handed us plates, and the food looked delicious that my mouth watered. Mrs. Lopez turned the stove off before turning to me and speaking.
“Would you girls like some orange juice?” Zavia asked her daughter and me.
“Yes, please.” I smiled, nodding my head. She poured two glasses of juice before handing them to us.
After closing the fridge, Alissa’s mother sat to my right, and we started talking.
“I think I want to try a home or water birth,” I announced, making the other women look up at me.
“Why?” Alissa asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t want to leave the comfort of home,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders. “Or maybe a water birth at a facility specializing in that.”
“Would there be doctors and nurses there?” Alissa asked, drinking her orange juice.
“I don’t want many people in the room. Just you, me, your mom, and a midwife.” I swallowed my food before drinking my juice and said, “I was thinking of your mom or midwife delivering the baby.”
“I can call a friend and talk to her about making some arrangements,” Zavia replied, smiling at me. I returned the smile and nodded.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” Alissa asked, finishing up her breakfast.
“I say we have a relaxing spa day or something.” Mrs. Lopez suggested, placing her plate in the sink so she could wash them. “Maybe get some manicures.”
“I love the sound of a massage because my feet have been killing me.” I groaned at the thought of a rubdown.
Once I finished eating the rest of my breakfast, I went upstairs to my room and took a shower while Alissa’s mom cleaned up the kitchen. When the temperature pleased me, I stripped off my night clothes and stepped inside. I washed up, massaging my back a little bit since it ached. After I washed up, wrapped my towel around myself, and dried off, I dressed in a pair of black biker shorts, Aaliyah t-shirts, and lavender crocs. I slicked my hair back into a bun, grabbed my phone off the charger, and headed back downstairs, waiting for Alissa and Zavia.
When they made it down the steps, we walked out of my house, and I locked the door behind me. Mrs. Lopez decided to drive, so I handed her my keys and got in the passenger seat while Alissa got in the back.
“So, would you girls rather go get massages first or pedicures?”
“I’d rather go get massages first,” I answered, rubbing my stomach.
“Yea, me too,” Alissa said, nodding her head in agreement.
“Alright, off to the spa it is.” Zavia smiled, putting her sunglasses on before driving off.
As we passed trees and shops, I stared out the window at the sun shining bright in the sky, thinking of my baby. I thought of who he’d look like, the color of his eyes, and whether he would have a head full of hair. Honestly, I never knew who or what my first baby would look like. I wouldn’t care if my baby had down syndrome; I would still love them with every fiber in my body as any mother should, regardless of their situation with the father.
Arriving at the Serenity Day Spa, Zavia parked the car, and the three of us got out. As we walked inside, the scent of jasmine and rose hit my nose. They say those two scents are to relax and calm a person, and I believe it. Two women behind the reception desk smiled at us.
“Hello, welcome to Serenity Day Spa. How can we assist you?” One woman greeted us as we walked up to her.
“I have reservations for three and a prenatal massage under Lopez,” Zavia answered, nodding her head.
“Ah yes, Mrs. Lopez, I see your reservations here. Also, I see someone’s expecting. Congratulations.” The woman praised, smiling at me. “How far along are you?”
“Six months,” I replied, bringing my hand up to my belly with a smile.
“Do you know the gender?” The woman asked, grabbing our keys from under the desk.
“Boy,” I replied, feeling my baby move.
“Lucky I wanted a boy, but I got a girl instead. And I love her.” The woman explained, laughing at herself. “Well, here are your locker keys. Enjoy your relaxation.”
“Thank you.” I nodded, taking my key from Zavia.
We waved at the reception workers and went to the locker room to change. I stripped out of my clothes, switched to my bikini, and put on the comfortable white robe that rested inside the locker, along with soft white slippers. The three of us closed our lockers and walked to the massage room.
“Welcome, ladies. I see you’re the woman getting the prenatal massage.” The female masseuse spoke politely, smiling at me.
“Yes, that's me,” I replied, nodding my head.
“Well come on and relax.” The masseuse waved me over, smiling.
I untied my comfortable robe, lay on the pregnancy massage table, and relaxed. As the masseuse used firm strokes pressing deep into my muscles, I felt my eyes close at the euphoric feeling. Who knew prenatal massages feel this good? So good you’ll end up falling asleep.
“Psst Kasey? Are you sleeping?” I hear my annoying best friend ask from her table.
“Mhmm,” I mumbled as the masseuse worked on my shoulders. She massaged a knot that had my toes curled.
“This massage feels so…good.” Alissa moaned, grasping my hand in hers.
“I know it does. My back never felt better.” I replied, agreeing with her.
I didn’t know about Alissa, but I didn’t want this fantastic feeling ever to end. This woman sure did know how to use her hands.
The masseuses led Alissa and me into a room where pedicure chairs were as water filled them up. I smiled, sitting in the chair as the masseuse from before turned on the massager for my back. A moan escaped my mouth as I leaned my head back and enjoyed the back rub. Soon after, four women came over to us and began working on our pedicures. One woman massaged my aching feet while the other rubbed my hands and wrists.
Suddenly when I looked up, I saw an employee walking with a large tray in her hands. It appeared to be a fruit platter.
“Would you ladies like some fruit?” She asked, setting the tray down, and I got a better view.
“Yes, you can leave it there,” I replied, nodding to the table.
The woman nodded, setting the tray down, and I reached over, grabbed a ripe green grape, and popped it in my mouth.
“Are they good?” I hear Alissa ask me, nodding to the fruit platter.
“Hell yeah,” I answered, nodding and popping another grape.
Alissa grabbed a grape off the tray, popped it in her mouth, and moaned as she chewed it. “Oh, yea, this fruit is fresh.”
“Try the fucking strawberries,” I said, chewing on a sweet berry.
“I don’t know where they got this fruit from, but damn.” Alissa nodded, eating more of the fresh and delicious fruit.
“After we leave, I need to stop by Target.” I reminded Alissa as I looked at her.
“Why?” She questioned, cocking her head to the side in confusion.
“I need some new sheets. The ones I have been irritating my skin.” I replied as the masseuse rubbed between my toes.
“Noted.” Alissa sighed, leaning back in her chair.
After the nail tech massaged our feet, they painted them with nail polish. I chose to get my toes a cherry red, and Alissa chose a classic white. I had to say my toes looked damn pretty. Once our massage was over, Alissa and I slid our feet inside a pair of slippers and headed back to the locker room. We changed into our clothes and went to the lobby.
Walking out of the building, I got in the car, and Zavia got in the driver’s seat. “Can we go by Target, please?”
“Sure thing.” She nodded, starting the car up.
I leaned my head against the rest, rubbing my stomach and feeling my baby boy move around. Arriving at Target, Zavia parked the car, and we all stepped out. Grabbing a basket at the entrance, I first went to the baby section and looked for a boy’s outfit. As I searched through the rack, my eyes caught a cute Star Wars Mandalorian Baby Yoda 3-piece outfit set.
“Look, isn't this adorable?” I asked Alissa, showing her the outfit.
“That is super cute,” Alissa said, nodding her head in approval.
Smiling, I stared at the outfit before tossing it in the basket. Alissa and I continued looking around in the store’s baby section while Zavia walked to the home department to grab some things. Although I will receive diapers and other items from my baby shower, I wanted to buy an infant car seat & stroller set. Since it took up most of the space in the cart, Alissa grabbed another one, and we walked around until we ran into Mrs. Lopez.
Closing the car door, I walked to the front door and unlocked it before stepping inside. The sound of the living room tv made me follow it to see my dad sitting on the sofa.
“Hey, dad.” I smiled, sitting next to him.
“Hey, where’ve you been?” He asked, turning the volume down.
“Well, first, I went to the spa with Alissa and her mother and got a deep tissue massage out of the world,” I explained, groaning dramatically.
“Oh, did you?” He quipped, arching an eyebrow.
“Yes, after the massage, we got our toes painted and ate delicious fruit, and finally, we went to Target,” I replied, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“What did you buy?” My dad asked, glancing down at me.
“Some clothes for the baby and a car seat,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.
“Kasey, you know you’re supposed to get that at the baby shower.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.
“I know, but that’s all I bought,” I said, nodding as I pouted like a child. “Can you get it out of the trunk, please?”
“I’m on it.” My father nodded his head standing to his feet.
While he retrieved the large box from the trunk of my car, I kicked my feet up on the coffee table and waited for him. My best friend walked through the front door, huffed and puffed, carrying bags.
“You could’ve helped me, you know.” Alissa huffed, waving her hands in the air.
“I’m pregnant, sorry.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.
“Oh, you’re so lucky.” Alissa groaned, rolling her eyes at me.
“Love you,” I said as she walked to my bedroom.
Laughing, I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a Special K strawberry pastry and a water bottle before going to my bedroom. My dad’s footsteps behind me made me step to the side as he set the big box on the floor by my tv.
“Don’t buy anything else, Kasey. You must wait until the baby shower for all the clothes and things like that.” My dad explained, smiling at me.
“Okay fine,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “I won’t buy anything else.”
“We’ll see.” My dad laughed, walking out of my room.
Smiling, I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box open. I pulled the contents out and began putting them together. I heard footsteps at my doorway and turned to see Alissa with her arms crossed.
“You couldn’t wait, could you?” She amusingly questioned, shaking her head.
“No, I couldn’t.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. “Either help me or leave me alone.”
“Fine grouchy,” Alissa replied, walking over to help me.
We finished putting the stroller together and the car seat in no time, but we would’ve finished faster if Alissa had followed the instructions. Standing on my feet, I groaned, stretching my back before walking to the kitchen.
“So when the baby’s born, are you having him sleep with you or in his bassinet?” Mrs. Lopez questioned, sitting on the island.
“I think both because, as a first-time mom, my nerves would be all over the place wondering if my baby is breathing or not,” I explained, grabbing a Twinkie from the cabinet.
“That’s understandable. I was that way when I had Alissa.” Zavia replied, nodding her head. “She slept with me up until she was five months old.”
“Yea, I think that’ll be me.” I laughed, sitting in the living room.
“It’s natural for first-time mothers.” Zavia laughed, nodding her head.
Alissa, Zavia, and I continued talking about babies when my dad walked into the kitchen, grabbing his coffee cup off the counter.
“I’ll see you, girls, later. Duty calls.” He said, pouring some coffee into his cup.
“See you later, dad. Love you.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.
“Love you too, kid.” My dad replied, placing a kiss on my head.
I waved at my father as he walked out of the door. Heading to the living room, I sat on the couch and began watching a few movies on Netflix.
It felt late, so I checked the time seeing it was almost ten o’clock at night. I got off the couch, headed to the bathroom, and took a shower. After washing, I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and slipped on an oversized graphic tee and nonskid socks.
“Goodnight, best friend. I love you.” I smiled, hugging Alissa as she sat on the end of the bed in the guest room.
“Love you too.” She replied, returning the gesture.
Walking to my bedroom, I turned off the light and climbed into bed, getting comfortable before I fell asleep.
Jason’s POV
Watching the final light shut off, my goons and I waited at least thirty minutes before exiting the van. We walked across the street to the house and picked the lock to gain entrance inside.
“Listen, give the woman and her daughter the sedative. If they fight, use the chloroform.” I explained to my members, who nodded.
“What room is Kasey in?” Deacon asked me, pulling out a bag, unzipping it, and pulling out a syringe.
“Leave her to me,” I replied, giving him a stern expression.
“You got it, boss.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender, nodding his head.
While Cortez and Blake went downstairs to the basement, Deacon, Corbin, and I headed upstairs. The main bedroom was clear, so I went to Kasey’s bedroom. I’ve been following Kasey since we met at that house party I threw, and we fucked that night. Although we had a few cups of that jungle juice in our system, something about her drew me to her. Maybe it was her smile or the way she moved those hips.
Quietly I twisted the knob of her bedroom door and was thankful the tv was on, or she would’ve heard me. As I stepped inside, I walked to the bed and stood over the sleeping form.
Kasey's body was covered from her knees to her ankles, exposing the rest. It gave me the best view of her growing belly. I smirked, still not believing that something I had created was developing inside her. I felt my baby kick. Taking the chloroform from my back pocket, I poured it onto a towel and placed it on her face. She struggled a bit but succumbed to the knock-out liquid and went limp.
"Cortez, go get the van," I ordered, wrapping a blanket around Kasey.
I picked her up in my arms bridal style and carried her down the steps to the front door. Cortez backed into the van and got out to open the rear doors. Climbing in the vehicle, my goons followed me, and we headed back to the safe house.
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Kasey's POV
𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 few months since my one-night stand with the famous criminal Jason McCann and finding out I was pregnant with his child. When the results returned positive, I wasn't discouraged or worried about taking care of the baby because I knew in my heart that I would be the best mother anyone could have. When I told my dad about my pregnancy, he was disappointed in me, but I could only imagine my father’s reaction when he found out who I was having a baby with. I’m twenty-three weeks along, and I couldn’t be any happier. Just feeling my munchkin kick makes me smile.
Today I have a doctor's appointment to check up on the progress of my child’s growth. As I climbed out of bed, I knocked on my bedroom door.
"Come in, Dad,” I said, knowing it was him.
My father opened the door and walked in, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. "Almost time for your doctor's appointment. Are you excited?”
"Yes, I can’t wait to hear the heartbeat.” I nodded my head as I smiled.
“How do you feel?” My dad asked me as he crossed his arms.
“Hot.” I laughed, fanning myself. It’s true. I slept with every fan on high in my room.
“All right, you get ready.” He said, giving me a nod.
Nodding my head, he leaves my room, and I head to my bathroom to take a shower. As I washed, I looked down at my belly and grinned. Never in my life did I expect to be pregnant at nineteen. Maybe at the age of twenty-one, but not now. After I cleaned my body to the best of my ability, I cut the water off and stepped out, wrapping a warm towel around my body.
Once dressed in an olive green spaghetti strap dress and gold metallic double strap sandals, I slid my light-washed denim jacket over my arms. I grabbed my purse before heading downstairs to see if my dad was ready to go. We left the house, got in his car, and he drove to the doctor. Finally, my father parked in an empty spot in the garage before we stepped out and got on the elevator. When the machine stopped on the fifth floor, my dad and I got off and followed the signs until we got to the OBGYN waiting area.
I checked myself in and sat down on the chair. While waiting, I pulled out my phone and started playing Candy Crush to keep myself entertained.
People in the waiting room nurses called them back, and I got impatient. A nurse came out and called my name. I followed her to a room where she took my vitals and asked questions. After the nurse checked me, she led me to an ultrasound room and sat on the table. She asked me about my health and the baby before smiling politely and walking out of the room.
“I want everything to be okay,” I replied, rubbing my stomach.
“Everything will be fine, sunshine.” My dad said, giving me a reassuring smile.
The wait for my obstetrician to come in was killing me. Waiting was one reason sometimes I didn't particularly appreciate going to the doctor's office. I want to finish with this appointment and get something to eat. I’m hungry. Suddenly a soft knock echoed through the door, bringing me out of my head. Glancing up, I see my OB/GYN, Dr. McMahon walking in all smiles.
"Hello, Kasey. How are you feeling today?" My OB/GYN asked me.
"I'm feeling good. Excited, if I’m honest." I laughed, nodding my head.
"That's good. Have you had any pains in your stomach?” Dr. McMahon asked, washing her hands in the sink before putting on a pair of latex gloves.
“No, not really. Everything’s been painless if that makes sense.” I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Yea, that’s good. Can you lay back for me?" She asked me, politely smiling.
Dr. McMahon had me lift my dress under my breasts and good thing I was wearing some shorts under because I didn’t want to make my dad uncomfortable.
"I'm so ready to see my little munchkin," I said, giggling as I did a little clap.
"I bet you are. This may be a bit cold, okay." She said and squeezed some gel on my stomach.
My OB/GYN moved the probe around my stomach to see the baby while she had a nurse dim the lights, making us look at the monitor. There on the screen was my baby boy or girl. The baby's heartbeat was strong and the most adorable thing ever. After Dr. McMahon moved around my stomach, looking at my munchkin, she looked at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, a little worried.
"Would you like to know what you're having?" Dr. McMahon asked me, smiling.
"Yes." I excitedly replied, nodding my head.
"We’ll be prepared to buy a lot of blue. It’s a boy." She said, and I started to tear up. “Congratulations. There you can see his little male appendage.”
She pointed to a tiny dot between my baby’s legs, tearing me up. I couldn’t believe I was having a baby boy. I’ve always wanted a girl, but a boy is good. I’ll love him with every fiber of my being.
"Ah, you’re kidding, no way. I'm so happy." I said, wiping my happy tears. I couldn’t believe I was having a little boy.
In all honesty, I was hoping to have a baby boy because ever since I could imagine, I’ve wanted my first baby to be a little mister, just not with the father’s current situation.
Once Dr. Mcmahon cleaned my stomach, I pulled my dress down, and my dad helped me up. We talked for a few minutes, and she explained what I could expect now that I’m at the six-month mark. For instance, Dr. McMahon told me that now the baby can hear outside sounds like my voice which was mind-boggling. I got down from the table and headed to the nurse’s station, where I was handed my visitation summary. My dad and I got off the elevator, got in the car, and buckled up as he drove out of the parking garage.
On our way home, my stomach growled, saying I was hungry.
"Are you guys hungry?" My dad asked me, laughing because he heard my stomach growl.
"Yes. Can you stop by Mcdonald’s, please?" I asked, nodding my head.
"Okay." My dad said and nodded as he kept his attention on the road.
He took a left turn, went to the Mcdonald’s drive-thru, and rolled down his window when he pulled up to the menu.
"Thanks, Dad," I said, rubbing my stomach.
"What do you want to eat?" My dad asked, looking at me.
"A number six with another side of large fries and some chocolate chip cookies," I said, and my dad ordered my food.
After my dad ordered something, he drove to the window where he paid, and a lady had our food ready. Once we were handed our bags of food, my dad drove us home. Walking inside the house, I went to the living room and sat on the couch. My father handed me my food before walking to his office, and I started to eat. Suddenly my phone started ringing in my bag, interrupting me from chowing down, and I took it out to see a text from Alissa.
Alissa💕🌹🥰 - What did the doctor say?
Everything was fine but guess what?
Alissa💕🌹🥰 - What? 😳
I'm having a boy 😊👍
Alissa💕🌹🥰 - Congrats, babe👍
Thank you😊
Alissa💕🌹🥰 - Well, me, my mom, and dad are on our way to your house, so see you in a few.
Okay bye👌
Alissa💕🌹🥰 - Bye.
After responding to Alissa’s text, I continued eating my ten-piece nugget and fries. Once I ate the last piece of food, I sat Family Guy episodes laughing. Suddenly there was a knocking on the front door. As I wiggled off the couch, my dad beat me to the door.
“I was going to open it.” I breathed heavily, shrugging my shoulders.
“Yea, in like eight years.” He jokingly replied, laughing at me.
“That’s not funny.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You try being in my place, dad.”
My father answered the door, and I looked up to see Alissa. Behind her were her parents. She smiled running ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me.
"What are you gonna name him?" Alissa whispered, sitting next to me, keeping her voice low so she didn't spoil the surprise for her mother.
“I don’t know about having a gender reveal party but a baby shower; of course, I want one. I mean, it is my first baby.” I responded, rubbing my belly and feeling my baby boy move around.
“Okay, so how do you plan on telling your family?” Alissa asked, touching my stomach.
“I don’t know yet,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
The three of us continued talking when my dad came from his home office and said, “I have to go into the station, but I’ll be back late tonight.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” I smiled, nodded, and hugged him.
My dad waved goodbye to us before leaving. Soon after, Alissa's dad went home, leaving her and her mom at my house.
We watched movies and munched on popcorn, enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly I feel a kick from inside my stomach, making me jump.
"What's wrong?" Alissa asked me, worry written on her face.
"He kicked." I smiled, rubbing the spot where my baby’s foot kicked me.
"Really?" Alissa asked and put her hand on my stomach.
Once again, my baby boy kicked, but this time he kicked me again and rough, making me wince in pain.
"He is kicking me hard," I said, laughing it off.
"I can tell. So how much longer?" Alissa eagerly asked like a child.
"Seventeen more weeks to go," I answered, nodding my head.
"We have to start planning a baby shower soon." Mrs. Lopez said, and I nodded, agreeing with her.
"When should the shower be?" Alissa asked me, turning away from the movie.
"I say two months from tomorrow." Alissa’s mother suggested.
"Sounds nice," I said, nodding in agreement.
"Yay, I'm so excited," Alissa said, clapping her hands. “You don’t know how excited I am that you’re pregnant.”
I felt pressure in my stomach, rushed to the bathroom, and peed. At first, I thought something was wrong, but I realized it was my baby pushing on my bladder. After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom, returned to the living room, and sat down. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn, I continued watching the movie on the TV.
The clock read 10:35 PM, and I let out a yawn. I got up from the couch and headed upstairs to my room. Alissa had decided to sleep in the guest bedroom across from mine. I decided to go to the bathroom and run myself a shower. After gathering my night clothes, I stripped off my other ones and stepped inside the curtain.
Once I washed up and felt clean, I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around myself. I dried off and slipped on a loose-fitted shirt and cotton lounge shorts for bed. Walking to the room Alissa was in, I playfully smacked her ass, making her jump.
“Ow, what did you do that for?” Alissa winced, rubbing her stinging cheek.
“I don’t know.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.
"You’re annoying for that. Can I borrow some clothes, please?" Alissa asked me, rolling her eyes.
"Yea, look in my closet." I nodded, walking back to my room
My best friend opened my dresser and looked through my clothes until she found a basic white t-shirt and some silk shorts. She closed the drawers and walked over to me as I got comfortable in bed.
“Goodnight, my love.” Alissa smiled, hugging me. She leaned down and kissed my stomach. “And goodnight, my little nephew.”
“Goodnight, auntie.” I laughed as she turned off my light.
Grabbing my remote, I went to my Netflix profile and started watching season 5 of The Walking Dead, but it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.
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