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It should be noted, before I go further in my story, that Belle was very beautiful, and turned the heads of all the men and young boys around her , and that would become a major problem in the years to come.
At least once, Ontario Gonzales took Belle out to dinner, “just as friends.” The evening ended disastrously for him, however, the conversation being stilted and the atmosphere awkward. The next day, she told him she wanted to be friends right enough, but she just missed someone terribly. To this he replied that perhaps they’d be together soon.
Unfortunately, before the object of her affections could arrive, she was kidnapped from the School grounds. The how of it was unclear. There was even the space of a few hours in which no one even had a clue where she’d vanished to. Magic was unpredictable, locator spells weren’t working, and tensions were becoming more and more frayed.
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Reply #1121. Jun 26 12, 12:40 PM
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Meanwhile, our young captive awoke from what appeared to be some sort of drug-induced slumber to find herself bound up and blindfolded, apparently naked, and confined in something that felt suspiciously like a cage. To make matters worse, her fledgling Powers had been knocked out, so she was as helpless as a fish trapped in a net.
Eventually, by concentrating harder than he ever had in his life, Ontario was able to find where she was being held prisoner. This prompted a journey, on foot rather than by magical means, by multiple members of three or four search teams. Some of her rescuers ended up on a wild goose chase in order to divert the Dark from what the others were doing.
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Reply #1122. Jun 26 12, 12:41 PM
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At long last, Young Gonzales traced her to Africa, where she’d been relocated various times, during which she suffered various ravages to both body and mind. Throughout her ordeal, a multitude of insults were heaped upon her, some regarding her “nonexistent”figure, and many nore about her so-called friends. Among the other things done to her were the systematic breaking of her bones, including the complete demolishment of her feet, and the machine on which her body was pulled and stretched until she could take no more and blacked out. But that was nothing compared to how her captor, who went by the name of Ferguson, relentlessly and unmercilessly entered her.In fact, he garnered so much enjoyment from feeling her beneath him that he completely wore himself out.
By the time Ontario crested the hill and saw her, Ferguson was on the ground beside the cage, half asleep. In a loud, booming voice that scared the demon half wild with dread, Ontario intoned: “You lay down now and you’ll never get up.” As the coward fled into the desert, the thirteen-year-old unlocked the cage door, grabbed a still unconscious Belle and, in the interests of time and safety, used magic to transport them back to the School.
That, so far as I know, is where the story ends, for I was called away elsewhere to answer a “duty summons.”
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Reply #1123. Jun 26 12, 12:42 PM
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Jazmee27
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REVENGE OF THE FERGUSON 2
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The young woman groaned and tried to sit up, earning a roaring headache for a reward. **What *happened, she wondered vaguely as her vision (such that it was) blurred.
When she came to hours later, she again attempted to sit up—and found that her wrists and ankles had been secured to some hard, metallic surface that felt awfully likel… iron bars. **As in *cage. Like she was **a bloody *animal!
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Reply #1124. Jun 26 12, 12:43 PM
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The young woman, whose name was Belle, was outraged. That soon turned to fear as she heard the man who had captured her explain all the terrible things he intended to do to her. **How did I end up here, and *why, she thought then as panic threatened to overwhelm her.
Over a matter of days, the twelve-year-old was made to endure the agony of her muscles and bones being first stretched, then crushed to a pulp. All the while, she was reminded how beautiful her body had once been. But even all her bones shattering were nothing compared to the sense of violation and shame that washed over her as that monster who’d kidnapped her raped her again and again, until she couldn’t even think straight.
She was never sure exactly how she made it out of that place, and back to the safety of School life. Friends and teachers kept asking if there was something they could do, and while she was touched they cared about her, Belle was also aloof. How could anyone possibly do anything, unless of course they were able to undo the past? The only way she’d ever be whole again was if only Ferguson had never touched her, if only she’d never crossed paths with him at all.
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Reply #1125. Jun 26 12, 12:44 PM
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Jazmee27
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REVENGE OF THE FERGUSON 3
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When the fog lifted, I was confined in a metal cage, my arms bound so tight to the bars that it felt as if all circulation must have quit in them a long time ago already. The skin on my wrists was red and raw from constant contact from the metal. All this I knew, although I couldn’t see a thing, a blindfold wound tight around my eyes.
I also knew the sun was blazing hot and beating straight down on me, and that my skin was puffy and blistered. How long had I been here? Come to think of it, where *was here? And how had I gotten from the safety of my school to this… |
Reply #1126. Jun 26 12, 12:45 PM
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*what?
I nearly jumped as I heard a voice outside ask me something, and I withdrew into myself. I *knew that voice, perhaps from a nightmare, or another life. “Are we awake yet?” I pleaded silently for him to go away, which of course he didn’t. Instead, the latch on the cage door was lifted, and I heard a lot of scraping and thudding sounds. Then, I felt rough hands on me, followed by a pain the likes of which I hadn’t known in my twelve years of life. What was this monster doing to me? I tried to think, but whatever thoughts surfaced soon evaporated into thin air as some rough material was rubbed all over my body. At first, I managed to keep my cries inside me, but as the agony continued they were wrenched from me like air from a fan.
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Reply #1127. Jun 26 12, 12:46 PM
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He must have left me, presumably because I passed out, for the next thing I remember, he’s saying something about having returned. Then he tells me he’s going to take off my blindfoldk, and to hold very still lest he knock me out for good this time. I remember being so confused, and so scared, that I obeyed. He then demanded that I stand, so I did as best as I could with my arms and wrists still bound. Then, and I’ll never forget this, he called out to someone to “bring them to me,” and before I knew what was happening two sets of hands were raining down blows upon my back and shoulder, each owner of said hands holding a whip of uncertain material. Again and again, I flew front on to my arms, the bars, or both, feeling my blood spatter in all directions. The pain was even worse than the day before, and I was so sure I’d faint from it… but I did not.
Eventually, the lashes came with less frequency because one of the monsters brutalizing me went somewhere else, presumably to keep guard, and the other grew tired. “Done for now,” he announced, and left me—then reentered my makeshift prison, cut me free from the bars, then retied my wrists together, doing similarly to myankles.
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Reply #1128. Jun 26 12, 12:48 PM
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After he left for the second time, I tried to snatch some rest, and found it impossible. If the excruciating pain didn’t prevent me, the uncomfortable position in which I lay did. If neither of these kept me from drifting off, then the fear most assuredly did. What new horrors awaited me next? How long would it be before I ceased to exist at all? Could I even dare to hope I might be rescued?
It’s always astounded me how, when the body’s exhausted, it sleeps. I hadn’t even known I was until rough hands slapped me awake, pulling my flaming red hair back out of my face and forcing my head back in the process. I bit back a scream, then another as that fiend scraped the hair off my scalp as cruelly and as hard as he could with some kind of knife. I briefly saw a long handle before it was hacking at my locks, then cutting into the folds of skin at my hairline. Blood trickled down my face, illiciting a throaty chuckle from my captor.
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Reply #1129. Jun 26 12, 12:49 PM
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When he was finished, he dropped my head and walked away, returning quickly with a sort of portable machine. It had weird-looking cranks or wheels, though I couldn’t quite tell for my blurred vision. Before I could react, he had cut the bonds securing my feet and ankles and thrust them into these stiff straps which clicked when contact between my flesh and some internal component was made. At first, I was confused to what he intended, but then he turned on the whirring device and my brain began sending up peals of sheer agony as my toes were pushed toard the heel of my foot, and the bones in my feet simultaneously crushed. After, my hands were untied in order to endure the same treatment. After this, I was attached to an even bigger device, which stretched my muscles to the breaking point, while simultaneously grinding the surrounding bone to a thin powder. Once or twice, I wondered how I could possibly be alive, let alone conscious, but those were fleeting thoughts soon overshadowed by waves of intense agony.
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Reply #1130. Jun 26 12, 12:50 PM
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Finally, my battered and broken frame was removed from the machinery and discarded like a bag of garbage on the floor of the cage. My tormentor left me then, and didn’t resume his torture until the next day.
It was then that I learned he’d saved the best for last—and also that he’d left me alone overnight in order to heal some of the worst of my physical and internal injuries. Especially important to him was my fragile parts, as his aim was more to create lasting effect.
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Reply #1131. Jun 26 12, 12:50 PM
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By this time, my spirit was nearly broken and I was semi-comatose. I may have been born with magical abilities, but even a person like me can only take so much before oblivion beckons.
He entered me, not once or twice, but four times. Each time he tired, he lay next to me, telling me how pretty I’d once been, and what a shame it was things had turned out the way they had. I could have been his, he said, and thus escaped the painful path I was on. And then… then he said something that froze the blood still flowing in my veins: for I learned that he, Laird Sean Ferguson, had been responsible for the untimely death of my parents.
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Reply #1132. Jun 26 12, 12:51 PM
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Jazmee27
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REVENGE OF THE FERGUSON 4
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He looked into the face of his latest hostage, a girl no older than eleven or twelve, and chuckled to himself. Her face was red as if from crying. He hadn’t seen her tears, though he certainly hoped she’d shed some. It always made things more interesting when his captives were emotional like that. It gave him something to see, something to relish even BEFORE slicing her body apart.
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Reply #1133. Jun 26 12, 12:52 PM
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She attempted to slow her rapid breathing. REMAIN CALM, she commanded herself, but her body seemed to be ignoring her mind. She was trembling violently still, though thank goodness the sobs had lessened. Not that it mattered. That monster who called himself Ferguson, who’d kidnapped her from the School, had seen how truly terrified she was. I’M SO EMBARRASSED, she thought, and felt her eyes tear up again. NO, her mind screamed. KEEP IT TOGETHER. But how was she supposed to do that in her present condition, locked in this iron cage like some freak animal. Better yet, how was she supposed to calm her nerves when all she could see was the blackness of the thick blindfold he’d tied around her head? All she knew, and it wasn’t much, was she was completely naked, and her captor had transported her somewhere hot and stuffy. Not a hint of wind in this place. Just the sun, scorching her bare flesh through the bars. DON’T MAKE A SOUND. In spite of herself, she moaned as the metal beneath her grew hotter and hotter.
At some point, she must have nodded off, for the next thing she knew, a strong breeze was chilling her very bones. GREAT, she thought. BAKING IN THE SUN ALL DAY, FREEZING AT NIGHT. WHAT’S THAT TELL ME? Not much—except maybe her place of torture was a desert.
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Reply #1134. Jun 26 12, 12:53 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE ACCIDENT 1
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The young man gave a shrill cry as his knees buckled and he fell heavily to the floor of his dorm. Unbidden, tears sprang to his eyes as he struggled to draw breath. “Protector, help me,” he thought weakly as a haze of darkness settled over his vision.
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Reply #1135. Jun 26 12, 12:54 PM
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In another part of the building, the young man’s brother and girlfriend exchanged an alarmed look. “What was that” she asked in a hushed whisper. “I’m almost afraid to ask,” he muttered, eyes darting every which way.
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Reply #1136. Jun 26 12, 12:55 PM
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THE ACCIDENT 2
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The young man’s heart beat wildly in his chest, aware he’d made a grave miscalculation. “You ever experienced what it is to fall,” a brittle voice whispered in his ear. “I mean, a real fall.” Alonso Gonzales said nothing, feeling his heart rate accelerate dangerously. The presence of evil was so thick in this room he wondered how he could have missed it.
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Reply #1137. Jun 26 12, 12:56 PM
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Ontario glanced up sharply from the paper he was writing. “I know where Alonso is,” he told the girls seated across from and beside him.
“Where,” Anja asked, sounding alarmed.
Anastasia placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “Show me,” he commanded. He turned to her, his expression conflicted. “The bond between you is too great. Lead the rescue, and we’ll just end up rescuing both of you.”
The 9-year-old nodded. Of course she was right. Some people, like twins, were just too close. If Alonso was indeed in danger, he’d only be walking into the same.
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Reply #1138. Jun 26 12, 12:56 PM
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Jazmee27
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THE ACCIDENT 3
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It was one of the worst mistakes he’d ever made in his life. He’d made plenty of those, he thought wryly as he gasped for breath, but none so bad as this. His nerves were on fire, and it felt like his whole body was being squeezed together at once. “Protector, help me,” he thought weakly. FOCUS, a voice whispered. His breathing slowed as he concentrated on each individual breath. THAT’S IT. IN. OUT. IN. OUT. HELP WILL COME. UNTIL THEN, SLOW AND EASY.
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Reply #1139. Jun 26 12, 12:57 PM
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Anastasia Godunov reached over to reinforce her friend’s shields. “Where is he,” she asked quietly.
“In the auditorium,” Ontario Gonzales whispered back. Neither one asked what he’d been doing there. It was an irrelevant detail. All that mattered was getting him out alive.
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Reply #1140. Jun 26 12, 12:58 PM
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