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You have? Bitch, text me! I want the deets!

the rules will never apply to me.

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Check you out~

Are you going to call her? You shouuuuuld!

the rules will never apply to me.

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We can always make a return trip!

That redhead in the other chair was utterly smitten with you~

the rules will never apply to me.

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Thank you, babe!

And thanks again for being there with me. I wouldn’t have gone through with it fully if I didn’t have the support of you and Bella!

the rules will never apply to me.

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the rules will never apply to me.

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@vendonewithyou

[TEXT]: Come with me and Bella somewhere

[TEXT]: I want to get something

[TEXT]: But I can’t ask Heather because she wouldn’t understand

[TEXT]: And I miss you.

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time to make a change.

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I'm so grateful. You have no idea. I need something shiny.

Can you come pick me up? I know it's asking a lot. But I'm not allowed out unless I have visitors. Temporarily of course.

I really need some therapy.

The retail kind will do. Anyone free?

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I really need some therapy.

The retail kind will do. Anyone free?

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Sorry to all my friends for my absence. I was on bed rest for quite some time. I’m back on my feet again now :)

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Daniella was certainly no stranger to the visual intimidation of the ominous mahogany door which lead to the basement. Impossibly dark in a world full of platinum, marble and ivory - the mere implication of what such a door could hold eternally fascinated her in the worst way plausible. She was never allowed entry, the key to which lay somewhere on Derby’s person (and, of course, she absolutely refused to get within a reasonable distance with her stepbrother unless absolutely necessary), and she had witnessed several members of staff admonished cruelly for even mentioning such. But now, her wrists wrapped in scarlet and plum, being ripped through narrow hallways with her body hideously exposed to the various windows which litter their immaculate home - so much light and so little left seen - she can suddenly feel a sense of phenomenal d r e a d at being posed before that very door.

It never lasted long, of course. Not before she feels her limbs give way out from under her and all gravity snuffed underneath the motion of Derby’s intrusive palm. She tumbles effortlessly down each solid step with a thunderous shriek. The walls are caked in darkness and musk, her vision betraying her, as she scrapes her knees on stone and cracks her ribs against angled banisters. Clatter. Crash. Scream. Her flesh tears with ease and her jaw knocks temporarily out of place when she finally reaches the end of her journey.

Her cheek clatters terribly against the concrete floor. Bone shattering upon impact. And all she can do is whimper as a world slowly comes into view.

Dragging Daniella was hardly difficult–the more panicked she became, the weaker she seemed to be, and all the pathetic flailing and scratching in the world couldn’t help her fate. The empty house reverberated their footsteps down the dining room as they reached one of the doors to the stairs down. Pulling her back for ease of movement, he lifted his foot and stomped it straight forward, breaking the handle as it slammed open. 

The stairwell was narrow, winding around a curved wall that took a sharp left as it opened into the basement. There. Derby, who used this space almost exclusively, often hosted debauched get-togethers with friends and potential business partners. Sporting top-of-the-line torture equipment–if mostly for show, rather then use–Derby had many plans for it’s use with his dear sister, and today, after letting her whore out and spit in the face of his their family, he’d finally get to have a bit of fun.

Getting her down there was easy enough, though. Instead of dragging, he gripped her wrists, pulling her to the doorway. “Mind your head~,” he sang, and pushed her down the stairs.

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@jermophile ((I hope you don’t mind but I had to make something for my Daniella sims game! Derby ain’t happy))

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Certainly, Derby had made similar threats before. His words, always dripping with bile and potent poison, would resonate within a petrified mind until they materialized into something indescribably brutal. Her bones had been broken. Her flesh torn. Her very teeth ripped from their socket as he forces his way inside the parts of herself she longs to keep perfectly hidden. It was nothing new. Not anymore.

Perhaps that is why Daniella can only sob; the ferocity extracted from a waspish tongue and lacquered over by self-doubt. Surely she can only fall so far.

Her scalp burns underneath the texture of hair p o p p i n g from their roots by the fistful. Her teeth create unified crevices over the swell of a trembling lip. Sticky fingertips attempt to claw pathetically at the skin of her brother’s infallible bicep. And whether it be the cold air whipping against her core, or from trauma only barely satiated by the pleasure she had shared with Vance - oh fuck, Vance! - her cunt gives a devastating throb.

Dana sings under Derby’s palms, her fear a harmonious chord to light his blood on fire. Oh, what a tease she was; always playing so perfectly into his twisted desires, how could she expect him to act any other way? She was truly the perfect object for his worst tendencies, a doll built for his sick needs.

A work of art.

He pushed her forward, only to spin her around and slap her open-palmed. For every stumbling step backwards, he pressed forward, stalking. In the basement below them waited a carefully planned scene, but his impatience begged for just a few minutes to relish having her in his presence again, before he’d set about truly breaking her.

“What’s the matter, Daniella?” He sneered, even as a flame in his eyes danced and twirled. “Upset about your greasy rags? You never learn, do you?”

His hands were on her waist band then, yanking.

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who here has shot a gun before? asking for a friend

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There is too much motion for Daniella to accurately comprehend; an emphatic knell reverberating throughout the destruction performed by amber-tongued devils as they spit their acerbic ridicule on nerves fit ready to incinerate. Her flesh swells underneath every impact. A spiderweb of crimson tearing through obsidian bruises which have never been allowed time to settle.

Her lip splits without effort - one well-placed right hook shattering through plump flesh once coated in cherry and glucose. And yet the scent of fresh blood is entirely familiar to her; a grotesque nectar she can almost take comfort in. 

She is designed to bleed and shatter. To cripple and dissolve. To be used and abused underneath the weight of an acclaimed surname.

The motion of her shorts falling down trembling pelvis is not entirely surprising. And yet she cannot seem to stop herself from swatting at the structure of her brother’s smug little face; tearing through acid and grimace.

Dana sings under Derby’s palms, her fear a harmonious chord to light his blood on fire. Oh, what a tease she was; always playing so perfectly into his twisted desires, how could she expect him to act any other way? She was truly the perfect object for his worst tendencies, a doll built for his sick needs.

A work of art.

He pushed her forward, only to spin her around and slap her open-palmed. For every stumbling step backwards, he pressed forward, stalking. In the basement below them waited a carefully planned scene, but his impatience begged for just a few minutes to relish having her in his presence again, before he’d set about truly breaking her.

“What’s the matter, Daniella?” He sneered, even as a flame in his eyes danced and twirled. “Upset about your greasy rags? You never learn, do you?”

His hands were on her waist band then, yanking.

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[TEXT]: Ha a bit late for that

[TEXT]: But I’ll try ♥ Thank you

@trappedinamber4ever

[TEXT]: Amber, I can trust you, right?

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[TEXT]: Thank you so much.

[TEXT]: Please try to be discreet. If anyone asks..

[TEXT]: It’s just medicine, okay?

[TEXT]: You don’t know what this means to me Amber thank you

@trappedinamber4ever

[TEXT]: Amber, I can trust you, right?