Fredhot16 at 20:31, 19 October 2017

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-	You reach for your phone, but the man pulls it away. "Easy now." He says, looking at ~~your~~ with a dark expression. "If you want something, you need to ask for it. How about you give me something~~...~~ then i'll give you-" You aren't in the mood to be fucked with. You reach out again and get a hold of your phone. The man tries to pull away again, but you won't let go.	+	You reach for your phone, but the man pulls it away. "Easy, now," he says, looking at you with a dark expression. "If you want something, you need to ask for it. How about you give me something, then I'll give you-" You aren't in the mood to be fucked with. You reach out again and get a hold of your phone. The man tries to pull away again, but you won't let go.

	A scuffle breaks out, and you see red. Eventually you go flying back from the man, with the phone in your hands. The man lets out a high-pitched yelp and if holding his face. The whole car goes quiet and fills with tension. The man slowly removes his hand from his face and you see that you've given him a pretty serious scratch across his face. Three cuts have marked him, with one narrowly missing his eye. Specks of blood have already started to form on the wound. He slowly lowers his hands and turns his gaze to you, and he does not look happy.		A scuffle breaks out, and you see red. Eventually you go flying back from the man, with the phone in your hands. The man lets out a high-pitched yelp and if holding his face. The whole car goes quiet and fills with tension. The man slowly removes his hand from his face and you see that you've given him a pretty serious scratch across his face. Three cuts have marked him, with one narrowly missing his eye. Specks of blood have already started to form on the wound. He slowly lowers his hands and turns his gaze to you, and he does not look happy.

-	You quickly scramble to delete the pictures, but there is no escaping his wrath. He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat. "No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there."	+	You quickly scramble to delete the pictures, but there is no escaping his wrath. He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat.
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		+	"No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there."

	You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body.		You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body.

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You reach for your phone, but the man pulls it away. "Easy now." He says, looking at your with a dark expression. "If you want something, you need to ask for it. How about you give me something... then i'll give you-" You aren't in the mood to be fucked with. You reach out again and get a hold of your phone. The man tries to pull away again, but you won't let go.

A scuffle breaks out, and you see red. Eventually you go flying back from the man, with the phone in your hands. The man lets out a high-pitched yelp and if holding his face. The whole car goes quiet and fills with tension. The man slowly removes his hand from his face and you see that you've given him a pretty serious scratch across his face. Three cuts have marked him, with one narrowly missing his eye. Specks of blood have already started to form on the wound. He slowly lowers his hands and turns his gaze to you, and he does not look happy.

You quickly scramble to delete the pictures, but there is no escaping his wrath. He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat. "No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there."

You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body.

[[The nightmare begins. (2)|The nightmare begins.]]

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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

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Fredhot16 at 20:31, 19 October 2017

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