#Re-Grouting

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Grout Repair San Jose, CA

If your tiles look worn due to cracked or discolored grout, Pro Grout in San Jose, CA, can help. Professional grout repair not only restores the look of your surfaces but also prolongs their durability.

Regular grout maintenance prevents mold and mildew, keeping your home healthier. For trusted grout repair in San Jose, contact Pro Grout at (800) 513-2236 or visit theprogrout.com to learn more!

[notbecauseofvictories]

alas, the horrors have found me again (went on zillow and looked at too-expensive houses that are half-falling apart, thinking I could fix them)

[groutfix]

Grout & Tile Deep Cleaning in Christchurch

In the world of home aesthetics, the often-overlooked heroes are the grout and tiles that adorn our spaces. Over time, these surfaces can lose their luster, becoming a breeding ground for stubborn stains and grime. However, there's a solution that goes beyond regular cleaning – the transformative magic of Grout & Tile Deep Cleaning in Christchurch.

Understanding the Need:

Grout, often overshadowed by its tile companions, plays a crucial role in maintaining the integrity and appearance of tiled surfaces. As time passes, grout lines can accumulate dirt, mold, and discoloration, diminishing the overall appeal of a room. A deep cleaning session is the key to reviving these surfaces and bringing back their original shine.

The Deep Cleaning Process:

Our Grout & Tile Deep Cleaning services in Christchurch employ advanced techniques to ensure a thorough and effective cleaning process. From removing deeply embedded dirt to erasing unsightly stains, each step is carefully executed to deliver exceptional results.

Assessment and Pre-Treatment:

Our experts begin by assessing the condition of the grout and tiles.

Pre-treatment involves using specialized solutions to break down tough stains and grime.

High-Pressure Cleaning:

High-pressure cleaning is employed to remove accumulated dirt, mold, and contaminants.

This step ensures a deep cleanse, reaching areas that regular cleaning might miss.

Grout Sealing:

Once cleaned, we apply a premium grout sealer to protect against future stains and water damage.

This enhances the longevity and appearance of the grout, ensuring lasting results.

Tile Polishing (Optional):

For an extra layer of brilliance, tile polishing can be included to restore the tiles to their original shine.

This optional step adds an extra touch of luxury to the overall finish.

Benefits of Grout & Tile Deep Cleaning:

Revitalized Appearance: Say goodbye to dull and stained grout lines. Deep cleaning brings out the true colors of your tiles, enhancing the overall aesthetics of the space.

Healthier Living: Removal of mold, mildew, and allergens contributes to a healthier indoor environment, especially important for those with respiratory concerns.

Extended Longevity: By investing in deep cleaning, you're not just improving the appearance; you're also extending the life of your tiles and grout.

Conclusion:

Grout & Tile Deep Cleaning in Christchurch is more than just a cleaning service; it's a transformative experience for your living spaces. Rediscover the true beauty of your tiles, and let the freshness and cleanliness permeate every corner of your home. Elevate your surroundings with the power of deep cleaning – because your space deserves the best.

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Enhancing Your Home with Colour Seal in Sydney

When it comes to revitalizing the look of your home, few options are as versatile and impactful as Colour Seal in Sydney. Whether you’re looking to rejuvenate your driveway, refresh your patio, or elevate the aesthetic appeal of indoor tiles, this innovative solution offers durability, vibrancy, and lasting charm. In a city like Sydney, where both indoor and outdoor spaces are integral to the…

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Re Grouting Services in Melbourne: A Comprehensive Guide to Tile Restoration

The re grouting services in Melbourne that keep your tiles in place may eventually start to disintegrate, break, or get discoloured. The grout lines in your kitchen, bathroom, or any other tiled area may easily get dirty and worn, giving the tiles a worn-out, dingy appearance. Without undergoing a complete makeover, re-grouting is a practical method to bring back the appearance and use of your tiled surfaces.

Extends Roof Life and Prevents Water Damage and Leaks

One of the most frequent issues that homeowners deal with is roof leaks. As an additional line of defence, roof waterproofing services prevent water from seeping through the roof and causing leaks. Over time, even minor leaks can cause substantial water damage, jeopardising your home's structural stability.

Roofs that are exposed to the weather may deteriorate more quickly, developing cracks, damage, and general wear. By avoiding water-related damage, waterproofing helps protect your roof's materials and prolongs its lifespan.

In addition to extending the lifespan of your roof and preventing future expensive repairs, roof waterproofing is a wise investment that helps shield your house from water damage. Professional waterproofing services in Melbourne can provide the protection you need to keep your home secure, dry, and energy-efficient, regardless of whether you have a flat roof, pitched roof, or commercial building.

Lowers Upkeep Expenses While Preventing Mould

Frequent waterproofing treatments can also assist in identifying minor problems before they become costly ones. Mould and mildew can grow if moisture is trapped in your roof or attic, which can harm your property and cause health problems. By minimising moisture intrusion, roof waterproofing lowers the possibility of mould growth.

By keeping out moisture and leaks, which can interfere with the home's ability to regulate its temperature, a properly waterproofed roof can increase the energy efficiency of your house. Additionally, waterproofing keeps insulation materials safe, making your house warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer.

Consider contacting a reputable waterproofing specialist if you see indications of water damage or want to make sure your roof can survive Melbourne's climate. You'll have peace of mind knowing that your roof is adequately protected for many years to come if you use the proper remedy.

Source: https://waterproofingmelb.blogspot.com/2024/12/re-grouting-services-in-melbourne.html

[endmeplease69]

He lived. He didn’t die on that mountain after all!

quick hop in the arthur morgan van

[gojossugarcandy]

A tired girl is aching to get some sleep when her karma doesn't let her.

An act of laziness and, well, cheating got her to her lowest. The act being summoning of a devil, an incubus, to cure her boredom. This girl had her summer vacations going on and her friends had abandoned her on the very first minute of it.

So she decided to poke around and found out about a spell that summoned an incubus. Not believing in this nonsense, she decided to try it out. Well, there was an upside and a downside.

Upside -> She got a boyfriend who oozed out sexual energy like hell

Downside -> This boyfriend was not one who pampered her but was to be pampered.

Lavi was a fucking bitch in heat who always clung to Y/n.

Never letting her take a breather.

And a few times he was abandoned, when Y/n was going on a night out or something (not with her friends but just visiting a bar for a drink) then he would get very pouty and thus established some rules. One of them being, you going out with him and your friends only.

One fine evening, while You sat on your bed with Lavi on your lap, your hand combing through his hair, while he was going through some weird incubus hentai manga and criticizing it to be very inaccurate and boring.

Then, a sudden notification pop caught your and his attention.

A notification from your dead friends!

Grout Chat - Drunkard - Guys, Let's go on a night out. Playboy - Man, I was waiting for you to say that Bestie - I feel like i am dying. Finally someone revived the dead chat

Then, you start chatting with them, a huge smile etched on your face. A smile Lavi didn't want to be due to others. Only he should make you smile like that. You can smile only with him. And so on, the possessive thoughts went on....

You suddenly stood up due to which his body was forced out of your lap causing his mood to instantly change.

"The heck? Why did you do that?!" His expression of irritation is ignored by you, who was too busy finding clothes.

You start changing into a different pair of clothes. Very revealing clothes.

He was dumbfounded for a second before he also got up, excited to go out with you, excited for your first date or whatever humans call it.

After changing, you turn around to take a mirror pic and showed your dress to him, when you noticed his giddy smile.

Confused, you ask "Are you so happy to see me go out of the house or something?"

He looked at you, now he was the confused one as he declared,

"Cutie, aren't we going out together?" he asked before adding in,

"Didn't we already agree that you would always go out with me only??"

"Oh! nonono, there has been a misunderstanding here. I am going out with my friends for a night out, It's a friends thing and plus i thought i agreed to going out with you also and not you only"

In the blink of an eye, the mood changed. The room suddenly felt colder, your clothes too open and his stare too suspicious.

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath, your adrenaline, released due to your flight-or-fight instinct, already reaching every cell in your body already, until your notification sound pops. No, you were far too busy staring at those eyes, too fearful to break the eye contact.

You snapped your head at the direction of the nightstand, where your phone was kept.

But he forcefully held your jaw with one hand, snapping it back to re-establish the eye contact.

His nerves were popping out, eyes angry, pupils too small and his tail swinging wildy.

You tried to push away the hand on your jaw when he held your hand.

Now, the anger wasn't limited to his eyes only. It spread all over his face. His expression was terrifying you. He then declared, in a very deep voice,

"Going Out With 'Friends' Without Me?! Since When Were You Allowed To Do That?! Ha! Don't Make Me Laugh!"

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@meo-eiru(The image up there belong to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had no motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

Well, here we go again, with copying the text and pasting it. Lavi seems like the kind of character who acts cute and nice when you agree with him but the moment you are, like, opposing or simply disagreeing with him, he would get angry and very very scary. It is kind of similar to Silas but he won't get angry. He will just laugh freakily and like correct you with his alluring voice.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!Reader

Chapter 3

Marcus tries to ruin your relationship with Nikolai

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, physical abuse, cunnilingus, violence, extremly violent chapter but not towards reader, vomiting

Masterpost

It was Tuesday and you were scared. Marcus hadn’t fucked you but he was still determined to piss of Nikolai, spending the day torturing you, making sure you were freshly bruised and battered for Nikolai. He’d dragged you into his ‘office’ and smacked you across the face, yelling about how you were a whore. 

You were angry you just laid there and took his abuse. What else could you do? He was bigger. He could kill you and get away with it. They would just send Nikolai another girl, he wouldn’t even question it. 

You had this little thing. A little piece of hope. A horrible man that was occasionally kind and regularly generous. Marcus just had to ruin it, ruin you. You’d stumbled to the door, having to re enter the code three times before getting it right and being let in.

You stood in that little locked room. A white gift box sat waiting. You knew he was watching. He could already see your hair was a mess and your makeup was only half done. You winced as you shrugged your coat off. At one point you thought Marcus was going to dislocate your arm just for the fun of it.  You chewed on your lip till it bled, what was another injury?

You held the bottom of your shirt but couldn’t bring yourself to pull it up and over your head. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you collapsed to your knees. The first time he met you he said he liked that you could follow instructions. You couldn’t do that anymore. 

You knew so little of this man. You hugged yourself, ready for his rage. He’d grab you by the hair and drag you down the hall, strip you himself and force himself inside you. The lines of grout between the tile distorted as tears clouded your eyes. 

The door opened and you let out a sob, shaking uncontrollably. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered to his shoes, too terrified to look up. You were a dog at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

“What happened, Kotenok?” He knelt down in front of you. “Did Arno hurt you?”

You flinched when he touched you. Waiting for pain was almost always worse than the actual pain, just the anticipation of what was going to happen to you made you nauseous. 

“I just want to see.” He tilted your chin up and tutted at the bruises and swelling. “Come here. I’ll clean you up.”

He wrapped an arm around your middle and hurried you upstairs to his bathroom. You whimpered out apologies the whole way. 

“Did Arno do this?” He made you look at him, his expression conveying that he wouldn’t ask again.

“No. Marcus did. He…he was my boyfriend and he’s the reason I…that I’m here.” You don’t know why you tried to hide your situation from yourself. He’s the reason you were trafficked, raped, beaten and all other horrid things that had happened to you. You could never find the ability to say those words out loud, especially not to a man who had helped facilitate it. 

“He work for Arno?”

You nodded, trying not to break into sobs again. 

“I’m going to take your clothes off. You’re going to take a bath. I will handle the rest.” He helped you take off your clothes and ran the water for a bath. The tub was large and deep so the water came up to your collarbones easily. It was hot and the bubbles smelled like lavender. He ran a hand over the top of your head,  “I’ll be back.”

You heard him yelling in the other room. You were glad Arno was getting an earful but Nikolai’s words did little to make you feel safe overall.

“Waste my fucking money!” 

“I won’t fuck her like this!”

“I’m not paying!” 

“Make it right.”

You were something he paid for, damaged goods. You could count your lucky stars that he hadn’t thrown you back out but he wouldn’t take mercy on you. You’d still end up spreading your legs for him, letting him take what he pleased. Marcus not fucking you was the only reason Nikolai still would. 

You rested your head on the edge of the tub, the ceramic was cool against your face. The bathroom door reopened and Nikolai walked in, stripping as he approached.

“He won’t touch you again. Not like this.” He said, light up a cigar.  He got into the tub behind you, water sloshing everywhere. The irritation was palpable in his voice, muttering, “I pay too much for you to show up at my door like this.”

He pulled you into his lap and blew his smoke above your head. You were afraid to relax into him. The heat radiating off him felt angry. You were a very small creature, resting between the teeth of a monster. 

“Kotenok, I need you to be honest with me.” The smell from his cigar was already making you woozy. He laid a hand at the base of your throat and pushed you back against him, “Did you tell them anything about me?”

“No, sir.”

“Kotenok…” He squeezed your neck, metal from his rings fitting between muscles and veins. 

“I promise! He…Marcus gets jealous still.” Your words came out hurried, stumbling over each other.  “Arno embarrassed him so he took it out on me. They were mad about the twenty four hour thing. Marcus wanted to ignore it. He…”

Nikolai released your neck and moved his hand to your forehead. 

“Kotenok, I believe you.” You breathed out slowly. All you could think about was how easily he could push your head under the water and hold you there. “You did good. We need to establish a rule though.”

“Okay.”

“I need to know I can trust you. I know you’re a smart girl. You know I’m not a saint.” You nodded along with his words. “But I take care of those who show me loyalty. Pussy of a man can't stand the girl he turned into a whore is now a whore so he beats her, it happens. A man’s favorite whore gets taken, beaten, raped, tortured, it can happen.” It felt like your whole body must have been vibrating with how hard your heart was beating. “Now if my favorite whore is loyal, I’ll take care of her in the end. Lick her wounds, buy her Hermes, eat her out. Whatever she wants. But if I find out she told them anything. Where I live, who I talk to on the phone, my favorite football team or even the taste of my spend. I will hurt her more than they ever could. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, sir,” You shuddered out, new tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He turned your head to force your gaze on him. “I can be good.”

“I know. You were good. So tonight I’ll take care of you.” He tapped his finger against the tip of your nose. 

He had you hold his cigar as he washed your body, gently pulling  a washcloth along your arms and over your back. Bubbles and smoke clouded your vision till you started to slip around in the water, holding onto thighs and arms for support.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Let’s get you something to eat, yes?” 

He dried you off and put you in the same plush robe as last time before laying you on the bed with a promise he would be back soon. You stared up at the mirror on the ceiling. With the robe undone you could see all the marks across your body. All the places your blood vessels were broken, all the swollen parts of you. You examined yourself, fingers pressing against each spot, testing how much it hurt. You found yourself slowly drifting off. The sheets smelled like him. Musk, oud and tobacco. They weren’t clean like the first time you came over. You grabbed his pillow and pulled it to your face, burying your nose in it. 

Last week he asked if you were afraid of him. You were afraid of all clients in the same way you were afraid of stray dogs. Fear was what you ran on. It kept you that pretty sweet thing that knew when to show her belly in submission. Nikolai was an unknown beast. You now knew there was a fine line separating you and his violence. You could still feel his hold on your neck. You stared at the ceiling and thought about watching yourself get fucked again. Would he ever call for you again? You bit your lip so he wouldn’t hear you crying. Pathetically you wanted him to hear. Offer a sliver of comfort by holding you, kissing you, dripping sweet words into your head. 

You missed comfort more than you feared him. Missed feeling cared for. Marcus never bathed you even before he betrayed you. Never carried you to bed. You wanted to scream and cry. Throw a tantrum because you didn’t deserve this. You had much better hopes for yourself at one point. Better plans and dreams. You told Marcus once about how you wanted to travel, that felt like a lifetime ago. 

“You can sleep after you’ve eaten.” He tapped your cheek gently. You’d started to doze off. 

Nikolai had a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. He propped you up on the pillows, setting the pizza out between the two of you. With an arm around your shoulders, he played with a remote till one the paintings across from the bed moved to reveal a television. He flipped through the channels till he found a movie he liked.

“Eat.” He looked at you with disapproval when you reached for the wine first. You folded your slice in half and ate quietly. The hand on your shoulder played with your hair absentmindedly. Every other bite he’d offer you the bottle of wine, no glasses this time, and tilt the bottle to your lips till you drank. 

The pizza gone and the bottle empty, he climbed on top of you, muscular calves straddling your legs. 

“Did he fuck you?” His words echoed around your head, bobbing around like waves. You shook your head weakly.

“No, no one did. I…I…for you.” Words refused to connect in your brain

“Good.” His knuckles grazed your cheek, you leaned into it like a cat. His Kotenok. “I haven’t eaten a good pussy in weeks.”

He moved down your body before hooking your legs over his shoulders. There was an unease in your stomach as his fingers split open your centre. His breath was hot on your clit. Your muscles ached too much to even try and  lift your head but you could feel his eyes on you, just staring, examining you like a specimen. He was spreading your folds open, watching you drip onto the robe. 

He mumbled something in Russian and before you could ask what, his mouth was on you, licking around your entrance. Your thighs clamped down around his head. He was laughing, forcing your legs apart again.

“Pull my hair if you want but don’t stop me,” he growled. 

He ate with a selfishness, caring more about getting as much of you into his mouth as possible rather than giving any pleasure. He kept his mouth and tongue at your entrance with his nose bumping against your clit. You pulled his hair whenever his tongue flicked your clit, a silent plea for him to continue.

“Greedy,” he chuckled. You gasped loudly as he took your clit between his lips and sucked. He had two fingers inside you with his other hand holding both of yours flush against your stomach. Anytime you squirmed too much he’d nip the skin connecting your thigh and core. It was only after cumming that the wine took hold, letting you slip into a more relaxed state. He made you cum once more on his tongue, wiping his mouth on your stomach.

He pulled your arms out of your sleeves and rolled you onto your stomach.

“Don’t tell Arno I fucked you. Want my refund.” He grabbed your hips and lifted them up before shoving a pillow between you and the bed. His cock was pressing against your entrance. 

“Mmhmm.” you agreed, wine and exhaustion pulling your eyes closed. 

“Good girl. Just take it.”

You woke up alone. Your clothes laid out on the arm chair. There was no tea, just two pills and a glass of water on the nightstand. You dressed and took your medicine. Your body was stiff and there was an ache between your legs. 

Some half-remembered feeling of his body on top of yours, the slap of his hips against your ass. 

You wobbled your way downstairs, following the smell of coffee and toast. Nikolai was sitting at the head of the dining table, staring at his laptop with a mug in his hand. He was dressed. A steel grey dress shirt, black suit coat and pants. 

“Sit, eat. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” He motioned towards the seat beside him. He’d made you your own toast, no coffee. 

You ate quickly. The rage you’d seen last night was pumping beneath his skin, flooding his veins. You could see it just from how tightly he gripped his mug. You kept one hand clamped between your thighs to hide the shaking. There was a frayed rope somewhere and you had no idea if it was the one holding you up or not. You couldn’t even begin to untangle it from the rest without risk of it snapping. What did he mean by we?

Where would he take you?

“Don’t fight.” He came up behind you and dropped a black hood over your head. You caught your scream in your throat, forcing it to soften into a pathetic whimper. He guided you out of your chair and down the hall. You walked downstairs, a car door opened and you were helped inside, a step up. 

The seats were leather. You reached forward and felt the dashboard in front of you. He buckled you in. 

“Kotenok?” His mouth was by your ear, lips almost touching the fabric. 

“Yes, sir?” Could he hear how scared you were?

“Were you honest with me about this ex boyfriend of yours?” In your lack of vision you pictured his teeth as knives, waiting to dig into you.

“Yes, sir. All of it. I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

“Good girl.” The car door slammed shut.

You couldn’t make sense of where he was taking you. You knew it wasn’t the club. He turned left instead of right at the end of the road. You were headed further into the industrial district, filled with no descript warehouses. 

He parked eventually. You listened to him get out and talk to someone outside the car in Russian. Your door opened and he helped you out.

“You just sit and look pretty, okay? Just some business and I’ll send you home.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close as he led you into the building. 

You were sat in a metal fold out chair and again reminded to stay quiet. He stood behind you, hand under the hood as he played with your hair. 

“Nikolai, what the fuck is this?” Arno yelled, a metal door slamming open. You jumped as metal chair legs dragged against the floor across from you, pained moans coming from the darkness. Nik held the back of your neck firmly. 

“Do I look like a woman, Arno?” Nik asked. 

“What?” Arno sounded drunk, he always did but he wasn’t hiding it well this time.

“Do I look like a woman?” There was a calmness in his voice that was betrayed by his rings digging into your throat. 

“No. You don’t.”

“Then why do you try to fuck me? I don’t like to be fucked.”

“I didn’t try to fuck you.”

“No, your friend did and you let him. Dima, take the hood off Arno’s friend.” Footsteps and then gagged yelling. Nik pulled the hood off your head. Marcus sat three metres across, naked, gagged, and handcuffed to a chair. His nose had been broken and there was a cut by his eyebrow. His face was bloodied and bruised, all fresh wounds. Your toes curled in your shoes while goosebumps raced up your arms and back. “Do you think I look like a woman?”

Marcus shook his head violently. The tears forming in his eyes didn’t make you feel as good as you would have thought. The air in the building smelled like piss, mildew and harsh chemicals. It made your stomach churn, toast climbing its way back up. 

“Nikolai. I…I told you I was sorry. I didn’t know he tossed her around before… if I had known.” Arno pleaded.

“You should have never sent me damaged product. Look at her. I don’t want to fuck that!” He pulled your head back till you cried out in pain. “If I wanted her weeping and bloody I would have done it myself.”

“I… I didn’t know.”

“Because you’re a shit business man. Can’t keep track of your drink, can’t keep track of your girls, can’t keep track of this pedik!” He spat at Marcus. “I pay good money to have a pretty girl sent over to suck my cock. I’ve never tried to swindle you so why do you think you can fuck me over like this?”

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t touch her. Your money is being sent back. Two days at most. I swear.”

“And what about my time? I don’t get many days off. Instead of fucking I had to listen to her cry. Is he going to suck my cock?” He motioned towards Marcus who shook his head again. 

“Next time is on the house…next two times. We appreciate your business Nik.”

“We’re not friends. You don’t call me Nik.”

“Mr. Andreev, we appreciate your business. I don’t…I don’t even fucking like him.” Marcus looked up in fear, cursing through the gag. “You can do whatever you want. Torture, fuck, kill. He’s yours. He’s a cunt.”

“Fine.” Nik’s hand left your neck. There was a click and the barrel of a handgun brushed against your cheek. Marcus started screaming. “Cover your ears, Kotenok.”

You clamped your hands over your ears. You wanted to close your eyes but the way Nik looked down at you knew he wanted you to watch. Nik took three steps and fired.

Marcus screamed as the bullet landed between his legs. There was too much blood to see where the bullet entered but it was gory viscera. You threw up your toast onto the floor between your feet. Nik tutted at you and pushed you back into the chair. You felt a deep shame in your weakness. Arno was cursing. The man you guessed was Dima, looked bored. 

Nik gave Dima a nod and he pulled Marcus’s gag off.

“You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you.” Marcus screamed. Nik laughed. 

“No, you won’t. You can’t even piss properly anymore.”

Marcus lifted his head to glare at you. You leaned back in your chair, the metal scraping the floor as you tried to inch away. 

“You fucking cunt! You stupid fucking bitch! I should have killed you years ago! You spoiled little whore” His blood was pooling around his feet and his skin grew grey yet he still had time and wherewithal to threaten you. “I hope he fucking kills you. He will! You think you’re safe snitching on me? He’ll do worse than I ever could.”

Nik moved back to stand behind you, resting his free hand on your shoulder. Arno was hissing for Marcus to shut up. Vomit still burnt your tongue. 

“I respected you once! Now you pay for pussy. I don’t pay for pussy! If I want to fuck my girlfriend, I’ll just fuck her. How much do you pay for her? Stupid cunt!”

Nik chuckled. 

“I don’t want your fucking respect, chmo.” Nik put his gun back into the holster on his hip. “Respect from pigs does little when they get hungry. You are a pig. Dima, gag him again.”

He turned towards Arno, who was still standing slack jawed at the scene in front of him.

“Arno? Does your father know you have pigs working for you? Does he know how you run his business?”

“Wh…what?”

“Does he know you’re too high to find your own fucking feet?”

“No..No… he doesn't.” Arno looked at his feet like a little boy. It disgusted you. 

“You want it to stay that way, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Kill him.” Nik nodded towards Marcus. Marcus started yelling through the gag again. 

“I…I…No. I won’t do that. You can’t-”

“I can do whatever I want. You do it or I do.” There was a roaring in your ears. Stomach bile was climbing up your throat to join your toast on the floor. Arno was arguing with Nik who was calm as ever. Nik’s hand left your shoulder and you found yourself rising out of your chair and running. Nik clicked his tongue and before you could make it to the door, Dima had his arms around your waist. He was bigger than Nik. Your fists hit against his arms as you screamed and cried. “Have to do everything myself. Hold her in her fucking seat!”

Dima dropped you back in the chair and held you still. Nik had pulled two brass knuckles out of his pockets. He was walking towards you. 

“Please Kolya! Don’t! Please!” Snot and spit mixed together on your face. 

“You were being so good.” He rubbed the metal against your cheek, smirking when you shrinked away. “Now watch me.”

Dima held your head forward as Nik stalked over to Marcus. Arno was sitting on the floor, arms resting on his knees, no light in his eyes. There was no shame in his face, no regret for getting his friend killed, just a child’s disappointment that he’d been caught. 

You gasped as Nik’s fist collided with Marcus' jaw. His gag knocked loose followed by a spray of teeth and blood. Nik used him as a punching bag. You flinched at every crack of bone and scream of pain. He punched and punched till Marcus was coughing up blood and his chin rested on his chest. 

Nik pulled him up by the hair and whispered something with a chuckle. He punched Marcus in the nose and then again and again and again and again and again. His face caved in. Nik punched till there was no face, just a bloody clump of flesh and teeth and bone. To your horror, it moved as Marcus’s last breaths came out. Nik kicked his chair over. 

“Send me a new girl. Red head. Need to fuck something now.” He looked at you and shook his head. You’d thrown up again, it was covering your front. Snot was dried down to your chin. You never looked away. 

Dima let go of you and followed Nik out of the building. 

“Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk.” Arno sighed, hands in head. “My dad is going to fucking kill me.”

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Tile contractor San Mateo CA

Are you looking for a reliable tile contractor in San Mateo, CA? Pro Grout is your go-to solution for expert tile installations and repairs. 

To learn more about our services, visit https://theprogrout.com/services/ or call 800-513-2236. Let Pro Grout transform your home with stunning tile work that will last!

[rabidpomeranians]

You can still see the grout lines under the epoxy coating in the second one. Meaning it was probably done incorrectly because you need to either remove the tiles or grind them down and skim coat them, which wouldn't leave those lines. Those beautiful tiles they disrespected are going to have their revenge as they shift over time and de-laminate from the coating, which will chip apart and look somehow worse than it already does. So not only is this remodel aesthetically ugly and uninspired, it's also questionable craftsmanship, done as cheap and fast as possible, which wont last a quarter of the time that those original tiles lasted.

I was looking up bathroom renovations and I found one that gave birth to God just so it could be an affront to Him

[the-scottish-costume-guy]

I'm so many years post depression now its a little hard to believe... I dont even really know fully when it stopped. I still have downward swings sometimes but Im better at identifying the cause (not getting out enough is a big one, though not always possible to manage with the wheelchair). My partner and I bought a house last year and we've been going through it room by room, bit by bit identifying things that need fixed or changed and doing that one step at a time. First decorating the bedroom, then getting the boiler replaced, re-grouting the bathroom ect... I think getting over depression has been a lot like that... fixing things one at a time. First was making sure I brushed my teeth every day, then was finding a purpose to work towards, getting out of an abusive household, trying to attain financial stability... Things aren't perfect, but just like the house Im constantly working towards the things that make me feel happier or more peaceful.

[groutfix]

Tile Sealing & Re-Silicone in Christchurch

Christchurch, with its rich history and stunning landscapes, is home to many homes and businesses that boast exquisite tile work. Whether it's in kitchens, bathrooms, or outdoor spaces, tiles play a crucial role in enhancing both the aesthetic appeal and functionality of a space. To ensure the longevity and beauty of your tiles, investing in tile sealing and re-siliconing in Christchurch is a wise choice.

The Importance of Tile Sealing:

Tile sealing is a protective measure that goes beyond merely enhancing the appearance of your tiles. It provides a barrier against moisture, stains, and other potential damages, ultimately prolonging the life of your tiles. In Christchurch's climate, where the weather can be unpredictable, sealing your tiles becomes even more crucial.

Benefits of Tile Sealing:

Water Resistance: Christchurch experiences its fair share of rain and humidity. Tile sealing prevents water from seeping into the grout and tile surfaces, reducing the risk of mold and mildew growth.

Stain Protection: Whether in the kitchen or bathroom, tiles are susceptible to stains from spills and daily activities. Sealing creates a protective layer that makes it easier to clean spills and prevents stubborn stains from setting in.

Enhanced Durability: Tiles in high-traffic areas are prone to wear and tear. Sealing adds an extra layer of protection, making your tiles more resistant to scratches, scuffs, and other forms of damage.

The Role of Re-Siliconing:

Silicone is a crucial element in tile installations, especially in wet areas like bathrooms and kitchens. Over time, silicone can degrade, discolor, or develop mold, compromising its effectiveness. Re-siliconing is the process of removing old, worn-out silicone and replacing it with a fresh application.

Benefits of Re-Siliconing:

Waterproofing: Well-maintained silicone seals gaps and joints, preventing water infiltration and safeguarding your home against potential water damage.

Aesthetic Improvement: Fresh silicone not only ensures functionality but also enhances the overall appearance of your tiles. It gives your space a clean and polished look.

Preventing Mold Growth: Old silicone can become a breeding ground for mold and mildew. Re-siliconing eliminates this risk, promoting a healthier indoor environment.

Choosing Professional Services:

While there are DIY options for tile sealing and re-siliconing, opting for professional services in Christchurch is often the best route. Experienced professionals have the expertise, tools, and quality materials to ensure a thorough and long-lasting job.

Conclusion:

Investing in tile sealing and re-siliconing in Christchurch is a proactive approach to preserving the beauty and integrity of your tiled spaces. Whether you're looking to protect your tiles from the elements or refresh the appearance of your home or business, these services are essential for maintaining the longevity and allure of your tiled surfaces.

[strongermonster]

went to a rental viewing with a friend today, and it was your standard 'shared kitchen/bathroom, private bedroom' deal, but the bedroom in question was done almost fully in brilliant white subway tile, top to bottom.

stark-white, hand-length, cold, polished rectangles of ceramic tile, like i had stepped into some sort of overly enthusiastic commercial kitchen concept in a sims game.

i kept turning around expecting stainless steel kitchen accoutrements to appear, like if i closed my eyes and spun around there'd be a deep fryer, and a tub sink, and a bunch of gleaming grey pots and pans (hanging from an equally grey rack mounted off the ceiling) every time i re-opened my eyes. i blink and there's a poster for slip and fall safety and an "EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS" sign.

there was only one wall (the window one¹) that wasn't done up in a tile so flawlessly glossy-white that it was almost blinding—migraine inducing in the intensity of it's utter nothingness, with not a single spot of softness for your eyes to rest on—but it, too, was painted in the landlord special: latex white with a sheen so impertinent that the room felt like it was actively hostile; like a child with the compact mirror from mommy's purse was driving the sun right into our eyes because we, in our colours, were intruding into (and tainting) some sort of sterile negative space.

¹the floor was cheap vinyl stick-on, the kind with the fake grey grouting. the ceiling blended seamlessly into the latex white² wall. the door and window trim were also slathered over in white, but there were a couple spots where the paint had flaked or been missed, and i could see that it used to be a cheap blonde wood underneath. having noticed this, i felt secondhand embarrassment for the room and immediately turned my eyes away, like when you accidentally share eye contact with a stranger on the bus.

²it probably has a stupid name like Polar Bear, or Arctic Snow, or Glacier, but i feel like the best way to capture the utter unwelcoming blankness of the room is by the hex code for pure white. or simply calling it what it is; Nothing.

the tour guide—an indian man in his mid-to-late 50's who owned the house but didn't live there—was droning on and on about utilities and parking, but i swear to you the room was eating his voice. absorbing, negating, removing.

it was a room built to have nothing but the drone of a set of fluorescent lights; the industrial kind that are long, skinny, glass tubes hidden behind those textured sheets of wobbly plastic. the kind that emit a very specific humming buzz almost ubiquitous to commercial and industrial spaces.

it felt to me both like the room was meant to have that sound, eventually, and also almost like we had caught the room by surprise? like those unfinished latex walls were actually in the middle of spawning their own shiny tiles, but the room couldn't do that while we were in there, observing. it almost felt like the room was indignant, mad at us for being there. i had the overwhelming urge to lead us back out into the hall and close the door and give all that blank whiteness its privacy back.

by the time we left, i felt almost angry on behalf of this room. like the room had been clearly communicating (to me, at least) that absolutely nothing was welcome in there. it felt like that man had show me some sort of endangered habitat, and then had the gall to tell me they'd be building a mcdonalds or some other stupid shite in there.

my friend won't be taking the room—not because he had any particular feelings on the space as a Being, (at least not that he talked to me about)—because it was a shit deal in bad part of town. but i kind of want to check up on it again in the future. make sure the room is left alone to do its thing. see if it ever finishes growing all that tile.

the other option had a carpeted bathroom, but that's a horror story that needs no expounding.

[gynarchyboi]

You are evolving to a better man.

Listen Ms Lane is speaking (700) If you have taken this challenge and you are sore and scared- you are right where you are supposed to be. You only have to remain faithful one day at a time. Quit thinking about yourself and go scrub the grout in the bathroom or spread the word online for Ms Viola. Learn to re-channel your male drives into something practical. Feel good that you are doing the right thing to hasten the matriarchy. The work will change you. You are evolving to a better man.

Date Oct 5, 2020

There are real meaning to Ms Lane's words. Bindmeplease1964

Show some love for our leaders

[waterproofingmelb]

Complete Guide to Regrouting Services Near Me: Process, Cost, and Benefits

Regrouting is the process of replacing old grout with new to restore the appearance and functionality of your tile surfaces. If you're looking for expert re grouting services near me, you've come to the right place. Let's dive into the process, cost, and benefits of regrouting.

Understanding the Regrouting Process

Regrouting might seem like a simple task, but it requires the skill and precision of professional regrouting and waterproofing contractors in Melbourne. Here's a general overview of the process:

Inspection: A professional will assess the condition of your grout, identify any underlying issues like cracked tiles, and determine the best type of grout for your tiles.

Grout Removal: The old grout is removed using specialized tools. To guarantee that the new grout adheres properly, this step is essential.

Cleaning: The tile surfaces are thoroughly cleaned to remove any debris or residue.

Grout Application: The new grout is mixed according to the manufacturer's instructions and applied to the tile joints.

Grout Removal: Excess grout is removed using a grout float or sponge.

Grout Sealing: Once the grout is dry, it's sealed to protect it from stains, mold, and mildew.

Cost of Regrouting Services

The cost of regrouting varies depending on several factors, including:

Size of the area: Larger areas will naturally cost more.

Type of grout: Premium grout options can increase the cost.

Labor costs: The complexity of the job and local labor rates will influence the price.

While it's difficult to provide an exact cost without a specific project, you can expect to pay anywhere from [Insert typical cost range for Vadodara] per square foot for regrouting services.

Benefits of Regrouting

Investing in regrouting offers numerous advantages:

Improved Aesthetics: New grout can dramatically enhance the appearance of your tiles, making them look like new.

Enhanced Hygiene: Old grout can harbor bacteria and mold, leading to health issues. Regrouting eliminates this problem.

Preventative Maintenance: Regrouting can prevent more extensive damage to your tiles, saving you money in the long run.

Increased Home Value: A well-maintained tile surface can increase the value of your property.

By following these tips and considering the factors discussed above, you can find the perfect regrouting service to restore the beauty of your tiles.

Source: https://waterproofingmelb.blogspot.com/2024/09/complete-guide-to-regrouting-services.html