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[xdaughter-of-bloodyfacex]

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The piercing wail of the alarm clock forced Elizabeth back to consciousness. She let out an annoyed groan, reaching out from her covers to find the source of the noise. When she locates the clock she grasps it in her hand and tosses it at the door making a loud crash. Slowly she get up and stretches her arms. Effie was in no mood to deal with school right now. It didn't help that she didn't sneak into the house at four in the morning, giving her a total of three and a half hours of sleep. One would think that her crazed over protective father would have caught her at least once in the two years she had been doing it, but Effie was very good at getting in and out of her window without making a sound. Shuffling her feet, she headed out the door but not before glancing at herself in the mirror. The heavy eyeliner and eye shadow she had put on the night before had smudged terribly, giving her horrible raccoon eyes. Knowing she had to get it off before she got to the kitchen table she left her room and attempting to get into the bathroom. Of course it was locked, because Johnny was trying to be a jack ass and get her caught. Elizabeth pounded on the door. "Come on Johnny, hurry the fuck up! I got to take a piss..." She lied. "Watch your language Elizabeth..." She heard her father call from down the hall. Effie rolled her eyes and muttered a mocking reply 'watch your language Elizabeth...whatever...' "What was that?" He called, making Effie jump. "Nothing, something got caught in my throat..." She replied and turned back to the bathroom. "Johnny! Come on! Quit jerking off and hurry the hell along." She was surprised that her father didn't come from the kitchen to reprimand her for that one, especially when she started kicking the door with the heel of her foot. She was getting slightly panicked being out in the hall in such a disheveled state, she knew that her father would fly off the handle if he took one look at her.

[youfindsomething]

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Seeing and feeling the man, she screams, kicking at him and crawling off the bed quickly, grabbing her phone and a knife "Someone, help!"

[bitterxdisappointment]

"You need to sleep sometime."

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Fiona chuckled at the man. "I don't need to do anything," she replied. 

[youfindsomething]

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[text] I don't know who you are

[text]But come near me again and you will die

[mswinterslana]

Ms. Winters/ "Bloody Face" Junior Roleplay

With the subtle commotion of traffic seeping through her hinged window, Lana sipped on her wine anxiously, the red liquid easing her anxiety. She glanced apprehensively at the door shielding her lover, Marion, from the current horror transpiring in their usually tranquil living room. After years of relishing in all her dreams transforming into tangible realities, she chastised herself for foolishly allowing herself to believe she was finally liberated from her menacing past. Despite the hopes she had harbored, she always knew, in the core of her soul, that this time would arrive. The time when he would emerge. She hadn’t seen him for decades. Not since the incident on the playground. During his youth, his eyes had portrayed the most genuine form of kindness and innocence. After he had sauntered away from her presence, she had convinced herself that violating that chastity would be an abhorrent crime. However, she knew the valid reason for her rejection stemmed from those small glasses she had cradled in her gloved hands. His father, the most ominous individual she ever encountered, had worn similar spectacles. The similarities had refused to cease from there. The dark hair. The perfect look of vulnerability that only seemed to plead for affection. Shivering at the unpleasant recollections, she grasped the box in her hand. In handwriting that barely verged on legible, the words “Ms. Winters” had been haphazardly scribbled into the cardboard. After enjoying a final sip of wine, she cut through the thick tape surrounding the box, the action mirroring the palpability of tension in the air. Her eyes narrowed in confusion at the contents in the box. She wondered what she had expected. A severed limb perhaps? She shook the ridiculous notion from her mind and slowly lowered her hand to procure the peculiar object located inside. An audible gasp exited her lips once her eyes registered the item lodged in her palm. A coat hanger, malformed so that it was identical to the one that had penetrated her all those years ago. As her body convulsed with shivers, she read the note tied to the offending object. I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. I’m coming for you, Ms. Winters. Acceptance consumed her as she scanned over those red words. Her punishment had finally arrived.