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The last part of the Shartered ass experience, this was really fun to write and also get some friends to do profiles for

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back for more I have no commentary there is no thought when I make these its just collection of nonsense. but i did get a friend to guest write the bios from now it, it's very fun!

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Winterzauber auf der Spree mit der BWSG

Winterzauber auf der Spree mit der BWSG Weihnachstfeiern auf Dahme und Spree Winterzauber auf der Spree – mit der BWSG! Eine maritime Variante, um das Jahr einmal anders ausklingen zu lassen. Denn das winterliche Berlin vom Wasser aus zu erleben, kann sehr reizvoll sein. Zwar ist das...

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Before we say goodnight || Brittana

When Santana left her yesterday morning, the escort walked back to her bedroom with a slow sort of serenity, knowing that soon... it would all be over. For the briefest second, there was a fear that the only real thing she'd experienced in her sad life had been fake, too. But no... Santana wasn't fake. She was a savior. A hero. Brittany's hero. Even in her bedroom, the teenager didn't do much more than sit on her bed, legs crossed, and stare down at her fingers in wonder. Long, pale fingers that had fallen in love with Santana's body. How they loved to tangle in that raven hair of her. How they loved dance across caramel skin and light the woman's flesh on fire. How they loved to bury themselves inside her and just...be. Brittany stayed like that for quite some time, until one the Madame's staff members came to tell her she'd been purchased for the evening. Since being with Santana, sex had been transformed from a mindless, meaningless act into something beautiful. Something special. The girl didn't want to share that with anyone else anymore, but she knew she had to. Until Santana made a move, there were still appearances to keep up. It was absolutely imperative that Brittany continued on as she normally would. Nothing could change. Scarlet had to be kept in the dark...

The easiest way to get through the nights now were to just turn off her brain for a while, and that's what Brittany had done last night. Just... shut herself down, didn't allow herself to think or feel while she was ravaged by another nameless, faceless customer. It was nearing sundown now, and as far as Brittany knew, she hadn't been purchased. Warmth was settling in her chest, a certain comfort that came with a night off. She sat in front of her vanity, blue eyes on her reflection as she brushed absentmindedly through golden curls. When her bedroom door suddenly burst open, the teenager squeaked and jumped up, startled not only by the intrusion, but also by the Madame. She stood there, fury in her eyes, absolutely intimidating. Brittany was tall and strong, but Scarlet Sylvester was not a woman to be fucked with. Her heart was in her throat and her stomach at her feet, her brush clutched nervously between her fingers as the taller woman approached.

Something was wrong, Brittany thought. She knows... Oh my God, she knows...

Tears were already shimmering in the girl's frightened eyes as she watched Scarlet loom over her. "M-madame?" Not a second after her throat close around the sound, Scarlet's hand was in her hair, tugging sharply and Brittany released a pained yelp, dropping the brush so her own hands could claw at the Madame's wrist. She was shouting angrily, words that terrified the blonde, words that she couldn't quite comprehend in the frenzy but that were spoken harshly enough that Brittany knew they were bad. Scarlet was strong... Even strong than Brittany and before she could ask what was happening, the woman was pulling her out of the bedroom. No, not again... Brittany's thoughts were everywhere and nowhere. On the punishment she knew was coming, because the Madame always took her to her office for such things. On the fact that Scarlet had never handled her so harshly before. On Santana, sending off silent pleas and prayers that she wouldn't be too late. Come now, San, please... I need you...

The blonde whimpered loudly as she was shoved into Scarlet's office, stumbling over her own feet and falling haphazardly to the floor. Then the Madame was yelling, the rage evident in her voice, her face. Brittany was all but cowering before her, shaking her head, trying to deny the accusations that were completely true. That she'd revealed the inner workings of the Underground to a client. As if wishing to horrify Brittany even further, the Madame turned and grabbed the remote to her TV. Wide, watery blue eyes shifted to the screen, terror striking even deeper into her heart when she saw herself there, curled on a bed in the private room she'd shared with Santana just two nights ago. There was no sound, but the video was incriminating enough. Brittany's lungs seemed to have stopped working, as she was all but panting, her hand covering her mouth as the Santana in the television stood and retrieved a tape recorder from her jacket pocket.

"Jane came in and analyzed the tape, Brittany. She read your fucking lips and you told this client everything!"

The blonde clutched her knees to her chest, shaking her head as she just watched tape play on. Scarlet wasn't paying attention to it anymore. Just continued yelling as the Brittany and Santana in the video began to kiss, whispering sweetly to one another. She couldn't say anything. Could do absolutely nothing to defend herself now because Scarlet knew. Not about Santana, but about Brittany. The hidden camera in the room had been positioned so that throughout the entirety of the conversation about the Latina's undercover job, Santana's back had been to the lens. Brittany never said the word cop, or FBI. At least... At least this wouldn't blow San's cover, the blonde thought with the slightest bit of optimism. Scarlet would hurt her, maybe even kill her... But Santana would still be able to bring her down and save the others.

When Brittany failed to respond to any of the Madame's words, the beatings came. On the floor as she was, the girl was vulnerable. Defenseless. A hand fell across her cheek, open and sharp and the blonde gasped, her own hand instantly lifting to cover the fire that had erupted across her face. Then a foot to her stomach, the toe of Scarlet's shoe connecting squarely with her gut. Once, twice, a third time until Brittany was doubled over, groaning in pain. So many names... So many derogatory names thrown at her by the woman who made her this way.Whore. Slut. Bitch.Brittany just cried, barely able to put up a fight as Scarlet reached down and once again took her hair, forcing the teenager to her feet only to be punched in the side of the face and fall back to her knees.

She wasn't sorry. She wasn't remorseful for the things she'd told Santana, so Brittany didn't apologize. She never would. This woman had stolen everything from her. Her life, her family. Her innocence. Scarlet Sylvester deserved to rot behind bars, and so the girl just took it. Took everything the woman dished out, knowing that soon, it would all be okay. It would be okay...