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Run down your idle threats, child. They will get you nowhere. Your existence is blood....... tears..... Childish fancies. You are nothing! How dare you forget. Yield to me, for otherwise, you will continue to suffer. You know it will happen. Why, it is inevitable! You'll become a simple whore. They will, however, recognize that you are full of magick. You will become more than a simple whore, but one yet. Some may call you a Bohemian, a Gamin, and the intelligent ones may call you a deviant........... Deviant from the average whore, the average child, or the average woman..................

Submitted on 2005-01-28 09:34:47     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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