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Jun 18
Two weeks ago: Betty Bruiser sat. That was all she could ever do anymore as she awaited her death sentence to be carried out. Her shoulders, spanning the width of the carriage, and arms stretching to the floor had been bolted to the wall: a precaution in case the collar she’d been fitted with or [...]
Jun 11
“I don’t believe it,” someone groaned. “Asleep for her own party. Can you believe that?” “Portal Man or whatever his name is must’ve really given her a work out,” another responded. Neither voice belonged to people I knew. I pried my eyes open, momentarily forgetting that I was being held upright within a wheel of [...]
Jun 04