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The Negatives of Shooting People

Chapter 3 || MasterList || Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: The ten year anniversary soiree is here for August's Lion Lounge club. And he's awfully surprised to see you, an uninvited guest...careful now....

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Gambling, Non-Con, Piss, Manipulation, Threats, Sexual Assualt, Bondage, Murder, Violence, Strangulation, Public Execution, Kidnapping, Bondage, Slight Daddy Kink, Slight Puppy Play Kink, Petnames.

Pairing: Kingpin!August Walker X F!reader

Word Count: 8k

Author Notes: I honestly don't know how to gamble or how it works. I read a quick wiki instruction and played a game. If anyone actually knows how to play, let me know and I'll change the writing.

Inspiring Song: "Poker Face." By Lady Gaga.

07:00pm Friday 16th August 2024, Fortitude Valley, Brisbane.

When Lloyd met you in the foyer and escorted you to the car, you noticed how his neck was tight against his bow tie. His bruised face and knuckles had lightened. He had waxed his moustache and curled the tips upward.

He whistled low and gawked at you all over. Your foot rubbed the back of your calf shyly. You were decadent in pearls and metallic shimmering from your dress.

He reminded you that your role was too find August and do whatever you could to distract him from figuring out that Lloyd, a police officer undercover had infiltrated his event.

Lloyd gave you another hundred dollars and said it was for gambling and pleasure purposes only. If August could be distracted by a drink, a game of poker, a jukebox dance even a pokie machine, that should give Lloyd plenty of time to look around for an illegal weapons auction.

You both got out of the car and found yourself escorted on his arm passed the body guard checking the invites.

You clenched a small purse under your arm tighter as you entered the massive club. It left you briefly speechless.

The floor was covered in black and gold mixed marble. The club was an old building. Probably over a century or two old. It had a huge bar and multiple show rooms. On one stage was a burlesque dancer shaking her covered nipples. In another part was a casino theme of tables and machines. And to the sides were seats, tables and booths.

Lloyd got you both to sit down and he ordered a drink. He sipped his whiskey and glanced at the stairs that spiralled up to more private rooms.

“There he is, balcony, beside the blonde.”

You tried to not be obvious when you looked over your shoulder. August was smirking with a drink in his hand, shaking hands with an old bald gentleman with beady eyes and a brief case.

As that older fellow walked away Lloyd murmured, “And that’s our cue.”

He moved out of his seat and left the whiskey behind.

You waited a few minutes. You stared at the reflection of August in the whiskey glass and bit your lip. That man was a monster. He had raped you, humiliated you and made you scared…except now you had teeth and claws to flex.

You shut your eyes and prayed to get out alive. Picking up the glass you tossed your head back and finished what Lloyd had left. Your lipstick smudged the beautiful glasswork.

You abandoned the booth and deposited the glass.

You turned back and started to glide up those stairs in your small heeled feet. You felt immaculate, confident. And you were sure…he had seen you as you ran your hand up the banister.

You slowly moved around him. He hadn’t turned to look at you yet. A blonde woman was on his other side, whispering in his ear with her seductive rose lips. She was gorgeous, legs long and slender waist. Her dress was a deep burgundy red and her gloves black. She made you look like the frumpiest woman in the club.

You leant against the railing beside them at a respectful distance. You looked over the dance floor. You recognised local representative politicians mingling, kissing, all salacious actions that the average public would be shocked to witness. A Greenie with her tongue down a Nationalists throat.

From your side you could feel his eyes. You couldn't tell if August was glaring daggers, but you knew he had seen you.

Your fingers squeezed the railing tight.

You took a deep breath in and focused not to stutter, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You managed to angle your face his way. You prayed he wouldn't look at your hands, trembling on top of the metal bar.

He looked down at his glass cup. He turned away from his golden haired friend and smirked at you. The woman attached to his side flashed you a sickly fake smile. Her eyes were full of scornful judgement.

He chuckled lightly, eyes raking up and down your body in a way to made you feel like meat in the deli section.

“Well, I do own the club Miss Y/L/N or did you not read my name on the invitation?”

You curled your toes and strained a brave smile, “Oh of course, but business is always busy with men like you…”

You looked away from him briefly, trying to compose yourself. Your hands were starting to shake while your knees felt light. You swallowed hard and returned to face his predator eyes.

“Men like me?” He purred and turned his body to lean on the railing.

You nodded slowly, trying to find a way to answer him and continue the conversation.

“Men like you,” was all you could repeat back firmly. You could feel a line of sweat crawl down the back of your neck.

He chuckled and held his empty cup to his feminine companion.

“Natalie, be a dear and fetch me some Guinness and whatever you’d like.”

Natalie winked at him and gave a girlish laugh when he smacked her backside. You wanted to scoff but at the same time you pitied her. You were scared she would be his next sexual victim. She toddled down the stairs and August slid himself closer to you on the railing. His fingers fluttered and circled around your neck. It was too public a place for him to squeeze any tighter. He couldn’t kill you out here, it was too public. His fingers softly moved over the spot where your pulse sat.

“Why are you here?” He raised his brow to you as he purred, “How did you even get in, huh? I know you didn’t get the invitation…so…have you come to take some more photos? We could have a quick interview in my office if you’d like.”

His lips were amused, but his eyes were dark and annoyed. Annoyed with you.

You shuddered, you weren’t too interested in his offering, but you had to consider how much time Lloyd needed to gain incriminating information. Lloyd didn’t know you had your phone down the front of your dress. It was risky but you wanted to catch anything if the occasion arose.

Your glanced at him, your bottom lip trembled slightly, you nuzzled his hand that started to cup your cheek.

Lightly shaking your head you said calmly, “I got your photos…the envelope…so no photos tonight…”

He chuckled and leered down your chest before leaning in closer to your face moaning, “So…what have you come for?”

You were frustrated that Lloyd really thought you’d be able to do this….this improvisation was nearly impossible when you had to face a man with a mean face. It was the tension of your chest snapping, the breath you were holding broke in a breathy sigh which was close to a gasp.

“The party,” you lied, you leant closer and let your noses touch, “Just to party.”

You laid your hand on his chest and rubbed it in large low circles. The whiskey was warm in your cheeks. You felt daring. Your heart beating strong in your ears. Do it now or you might as well drown. You squeezed your eyes shut and tightened your insides as you pushed up and kissed his mouth. His moustache scratched your top lip as you forced yourself onto him. It was a hard lip pressing peck, you felt his hot breath fan your face. The smell of his malted breath mad a hot light sing in between your legs. Your heart was thundering in your chest,

His wide cold eyes bore into your soul and he chuckled, “You make such a fucking terrible liar.”

It was like he had punched you in the gut the way the air had left your body.

“August dear, I have your drink!” the ringing of Natalie’s voice had his head turned away and letting you go. You couldn’t think, you just stood there absolutely frozen.

August collected his new refreshment, taking an impressive gulp, and you watched him lean closer to the blonde, “The accounts are settled, you can piss off now Nat.”

Her false smile faltered into a malicious smirk. She winked at you before she fled back down the stairs and greeted another gentleman in a tuxedo. You felt sick.

August leant back and cupped your waist in his awfully huge hand, “Let’s take a walk.”

He smirked feeling the shiver roll down your back. His hand squeezed your fingers as he led you down the staircase. You frantically looked out to the room and dance floor. You hoped you might see Lloyd, you might call out for him to save you.

“Ever played Roulette?” he asked setting his empty Guinness on a passing waitress tray.

You shook your head and heard him chuckle, “Of course you haven’t, good girl like you hasn’t done many things at all.”

You were slightly offended by his wording no matter how much it might’ve been true deep down.

He put his hand back to your lower back and led you to the casino rooms. There were multiple tables with different games involving cards and chips. But there was a long table surrounded by at least twenty or thirty well dressed men with their arm candy super model women. At the end was a dealer with a long metal pole. He wore a golden coloured suit. He looked serious and when his eyes caught the sight of August that cold aura disappeared. A giant smile graced his cranky appearance.

“Want to join the game sir?” he asked, “We just finished a game.”

August smiled and said, “Yes, give me ten black chips, six purple and…” he sucked his teeth, “Six yellow.”

The dealer smiled and nodded, he handed his boss, your rapist, the eftpos machine before pushing some chips towards the edge of the table you both next to.

Your eyes widened. The black chips had the number of one hundred, the purple was five hundred and the pretty yellow chips were decorate with a one and three zeros. You had a wild guess that those digits were the amount of money he was putting on the table.

To August it was nothing.

The dealer was selling other chips to the players that were from the old game wanting to buy more while August groped your hip and pressed his nose to your ear, “Lets start off easy, pick, red or black.”

You looked at the table, there were numbers between zero and thirty six. Half the numbers were covered in red, the other half in black. Your mouth felt dry. You really didn’t know what you were doing.

“Bl-“ you cleared your throat as his hand cupped your backside under the table, “Black.”

He smiled, “Now pick, do you prefer even numbers or odd?”

You looked over the red squares and noticed how half looked odd and the other half was even, you weren’t sure if this would help or set you back.

“Odd numbers,” you whispered.

His breath was hot and his eyes were trapping you where you stood. You felt embarrassed to meet his looks.

“Dealer, One hundred on Black and one hundred on Odds.”

The dealer smirked, you knew that dealer knew this wasn’t really Augusts choice.

He spun the wheel that had a metal ball tapping along inside. Round and round the crimson and black. The ball landed onto black thirty five. You held your breath.

“And now,” August purred, “You’ve just won an extra two hundred dollars pup.”

The light in your chest bloomed with excitement, the butterflies rained like a storm in your belly. You were amazed at how it was to win so quickly…but then what if it was red even that won? Or just black and even? Would you have lost it all? Half? You were tickled with curiosity to learnt this grown up game. Two new black chips along with the original were pushed back to you. August thick fingers stacked them on top of each other in a bundle.

“Lets play again, now…see those top numbers, one to twelve, thirteen to twenty four, twenty five to thirty six?” he said, gesturing to the top of the red and black chart against the green fuzzy felt of the table.

“Pick one of those three groups.”

You sucked in a breath and tried to strategize….you had more numbers in the two boxes. You didn’t want to risk less numbers more chance of losing…

“One to twelve?” you said, his large hand rubbed on your ass pressing you closer to the table edge.

“Dealer, a purple chip on the one twelve,” he said cooly not even looking at the dealer this time as he said it. You wanted to know what he was thinking as he stared right down into your skull.

“Yes sir,” said the dealer pushing the five hundred chip over the dozen number group,

“Spin hockey,” August barked and clapped his hands.

And the bowl with a ball spun. it settled on number five. The table players groaned as their games were losing. Luck of the gods must’ve been over you tonight…

“And now you’ve won an extra thousand dollars,” he hummed.

The damn game made no sense except you were happy to be winning. You didn’t expect the fear you got from being in Augusts palm mixed with the joy of winning at gambling would make you aroused and wanting.

The yellow chip was pushed to you and you daringly picked it up. It was pretty, the emboss was August Lion symbol.

“Now…see those three columns that say two to one? There’s a right, middle and left. Pick one,” he plucked the chip from your curious fingers.

“Right,” you bravely exclaim. August laughed and turned to the dealer who had gotten back to your turn, “You heard the lady, yellow on right column.”

The chip was planted and the wheel spun once more…landing on black eleven…a middle column. And just like that, a thousand dollars gone…All the warmth left your body. Now you understood a gambling drop felt worse than the gambling high. His hand snuck it’s way across your lower belly. He moved you closer into his side. His hot breath fanned over you neck.

He tutted at you, “See the risk? Got all the blood rushing, didn’t it and now you’re feeling that punch of loss?”

You slowly shook your head, agreeing. Thank fuck it wasn’t your money or the money Lloyds' had given you. So far you’d at least made August a two hundred dollars profit from the original ten thousand he bought out.

August held your hips and pressed you back into his crotch. He wasn’t hard but you could feel his warm body heat and the shape of his soft cock in his pants.

His mouth purred along the shell of your ear, “Now, Puppy, choose one number.”

He was standing behind you, trapping you against the table flushed. None of the other players took notice and if they did they didn’t care. Because maybe they didn’t know what type of monster this monster could be.

“N-nineteen,” you stuttered, choosing your age might be a safer option.

“Tell the dealer,” he whispered.

You swallowed. You felt hot and a foul arousal between your thighs. You thought about the time you played Pool with August. Your first kiss...

“Nineteen please sir,” you said to the gold suited man.

“Chip type?”

August whispered like he was telling you the dirtiest secret, “Tell him you’re all in.”

You repeat the term and made it sound like a question. You had a feeling you knew what it meant after watch movies ‘Bounty Hunter’ with Jennifer ashton and Gerald Butler. The dealer glanced at August and smirked, “All in number nineteen.”

The long metal pole came out and scooped up all your chips to the nineteen box.

When the ball began to spin inside the wheel your belly twisted and your hands desperately squeezed Augusts. You remembered there was at least ten thousand two hundred dollars on the number and you were truly risking losing all his money. You damn well knew that Lloyd didn’t give you that much and there’s be no way to pay August back.

Your eyes ran round and round the wheel, you held your breath as the metal ball landed and bounced between the numbers. You felt weak in the knees. The wheel slowed and you nearly vomited from anticipation alone managing to force your arse harshly back into August you sound and desperately buried your face into his expensive cologne soaked shirt. You worried and bit your lip hard as the clattering silver ball stopped and the wheel paused.

You could imagine the dealers face peering down into the black and red bowl of fortunes and curses, debts and dreams.

“Congratulations little lady in front row, number Nineteen, you have won three million five hundred and seven thousand dollars,” said the dealer over an excited cheering crowd.

You swore you misheard, your knees wobbled as you dared to look up at Augusts grinning face. You looked over your shoulder and true to the dealers word, that silver ball sat in the groove of red painted with the number nineteen.  All the air was drained from your lips. You could’ve fainted. You couldn’t believe it. Out of all the bad luck in your life, this felt truly unbelievable. You wished your father was here to see this. You started to smile...and then the squealing crawled out of your throat. You jumped up and down on your feet, your fingers squeezed Augusts arm tightly. The buzz inside you was wild. Your adrenaline was jumping out of adrenaline was jumping out of our throat. You knew the money wasn’t yours. It was Augusts but knowing that you’d managed to win that much by chance sent the greatest wave of euphoria.

“I won! I won! I won!” tears prickles your eyes and you cupped your mouth.

 August smiled into your cheek and chuckled softly, “Yes, you did.” His moustache scratched against your cheek, he smelt like Guinness and felt like total warmth on a cold night. His thumb rubbed beneath your arm near the space of your ribs and breast.

The dealer couldn’t give you that many chips but digitally sent a code with the prize to August as owner of the card that bought the chips in the first place.

August laughed and spun you around on your feet, he tugged you away from the roulette table towards the dance floor where a slow dance was taking place to the sombrous tones of Frank Sinatra.

“Oh my god, I did that, I can’t believe I just did that,” you muttered happily in a daze, a high. You suddenly forgot entirely everything that August had done to you in the past few weeks. You forgot your entire purpose of why you were even there. His charming face was beaming in pride.

His warm lips pecked your forehead and cheek, he repeated, “Yes, you did.”

“I mean I know it’s your money but just the thrill of just- my god,” you sucked in a new breath of air and sighed, “Thankyou for letting me experience that.”

He hummed and swayed your bodies together slowly. He could’ve picked you up and carried you away and you weren’t sure if you would’ve protested.

“My money?” he chuckled, “I can right you a cheque if you’d really like. Bank it tomorrow.”

You scoffed in disbelief, you shook your head at him, “Don’t be mean August, like you’d just give me three million dollars, be fucking for real.”

He pinched your bottom making you hiss lightly as you danced in his arms and he scolded teasingly, “Language.”

You threw your head back and giggled. You were still riding the drunk high of life.

“Welcome to bloody Australia Mister Walker,” you tapped a finger on his chest, his suit felt so smooth and expensive like silk instead of basic cotton, “Where we say all kinds of things casually; Ass, cunt, fuck, bitch, bastard and so on.”

He bent you backwards and cradled your spine as his lips pressed up into your jaw and neck, “Oh fret not, I’ll discipline it out of you. I’d rather have you speaking like a true lady who cares about her appearance.”

You scoffed again and rolled your eyes. You didn’t give a flying care in the world what he thought about a true lady. He wasn’t a true gentleman. You pushed a little away from him.

The high of life became dangerous impulsive boldness, “Why? So I can teach you that true gentleman don’t drug and rape women?”

A few heads turned at your words out of the thousands dancing and gambling around you. His jolly gaze turned black and ice. His frown was deep and displeasure greatly obvious. He looked ready to kill you...

The shudder in your chest returned. It was like a bucket of icy water dunking over your head. That glare made you sober and sheepish. You pushed away gently and smoothed your dress out.

“I...I need to pee.”

You didn’t actually, yet the fear consumed you enough, blanketing over you and you needed an escape from the danger you had willingly nosed dived into. It was the only explanation for you to flee briefly and compose yourself for more of his aggression.

His hands were tight on your wrists.

“August, I’m sorry...please let me go to the loo.”

He let you go, and muttered, “It’s upstairs, be quick, we need to talk.”

You hissed when the blood pumped back into your flesh, you felt your wrists throb in rings. Stepping backwards shakily you almost fell back into a passing waiter. It felt impossible to remove your eyes from him, to make sure he wasn’t following you.

You could feel him watching you as you kept walking to those stairs. Up the grand stairs you scurried away from him for the seconds he was distracted looking away from you, grabbing a new drink.

Just find the ladies toilet and he can’t come in right?

Your head was pounding. Breathless and flushed you didn’t look at the signs on doors. You didn’t even need the bathroom, honestly, you just needed to sit down.

Relief filled you as you looked behind. You couldn’t see August and knew he still wasn’t following you. You leant against a door and turned the handle hoping out of all these doors, this would be a toilet.

When you fell inside. You noted the room was empty…but there was also no toilet…instead there was a couch to your left and to your right a massive wall with a control panel and TVs lining the wall…on the televisions were colourful pictures moving, replaying the events of the party…they were the viewpoints of cameras…security.

You were in the security room!

With widened eyes you closed the door behind you entirely and awed at the stuff you were watching…

There wasn’t just one party going on tonight.

The screen showed the rest of the club you hadn’t had the pleasure of observing. The back stages dancers change room, the full game slot casino, a smokers room where a stripper was sucking some random man off. Your stomach twisted.

There were men sniffing coke off a woman’s thigh. Other people in another room were injecting each other with heroin.

There was a room auctioning paintings and appeared to be a business meeting. Multiple men were sitting on couches and bar stools watching while a stunning woman in the middle waving at expensive items…. Katarina Vikander. She wore a stunning green gown that hugged her body, around her neck was a thick row of diamonds, she looked like an old Hollywood actress.

You stepped closer to the screen and traced the figures of people and faces you recognised. There were even famous local politicians. Your mouth felt dry. You knew it was a simple auction but the items were familiar, they were museum pieces. There were items that morally speaking belonged to the indigenous Meanjin people. It was a inexplicable scandal.

Then there was Lloyd! He was sitting beside an older man with the bald head and beady eyes. In that man’s lap was a young woman with dark flowing hair in a very short dress, definitely young enough to be his granddaughter. yuck!

It was a room of gentlemen and their own weapons to show off. Guns and blades you were confident weren’t even allowed to be sold in Australia after the Port Arthur Massacre. There were tommy guns and automatic rifles. There were trench knives and a urban skinner daggers. Things you’d only seen in movies.

You pulled out your phone and started taking photos of the screens. They would be bad quality photos, not well enough to publish to the press but it didn’t matter, evidence was still important. August was willingly allowing this in his club and on the unlikely chance he wasn’t, it was still occurring in his club, he’d be responsible.

You thought about the amount of people these guns and knives could or had already killed. You clicked some more and quickly sat in the empty chair. There was a couch behind you, you noted the strange red splatter stains over the cushions. You took another picture. You didn’t want to consider if it was blood because that lead to the question of whose blood it was...you shuddered.

No wonder he didn’t appear as excited as you when you won the three million dollars…he probably made that in a week from profits out of these illegal auctions.

You held your breath and watched the screens further.

Soon Lloyd would bust the club. He’d call back up and the floor would go wild. Now it was a matter of waiting. Any minute now, you bet.

You took photos of the men doing drugs with the strippers and the gambling and finally the bar. You wondered how much of the alcohol would’ve been watered down to save money. It even clicked to wonder if the club even had a license to sell alcohol while the casino was open.

You were checking the photos and perched yourself on the couch when the door opened. You gasped and dropped your phone on the ground with a loud clatter.

The looming shadow entered the dark room. It was him…August…he stood inside and closed the door, away from the party, silencing the booming hustle and bustle.

“No photos tonight?” his brows lifted and a smile spread while he tutted, “Oh my sweet girl, you’re breaking daddy’s heart.”

You leant down and grabbed the phone again and shoved it into your clutch purse.

“I-I wasn’t using my c-camera…” you poorly lied.

You stood up spritely and tried to find away around him. He leant against the door, blocking your escaped. His eyes rolled from the screens back to you.

He flashed a sinister fanged smile and shook his head, “Oh no, no, I think it’s about time we chat little Miss Y/N…don’t you?”

You pouted and snarled, “Get out of my way August.”

He shook his head again and sucked his teeth, “Tell me why you really came tonight, and I will.”

You gulped. You clenched your first and said louder, “Get out of my way August or I’ll fucking scream and I’ll make a damn scene.”

He stood in silence for three solid seconds before nodding.

He moved away from the door but as you tried to pass him reaching for the doorhandle, he grabbed your waist and hauled you back. You were launched back across the floor and landed hard and sharp on the carpet. The air was knocked from your lungs and your hands lost grip of your clutch.

Gaining your bearings quickly, you shrieked and cowered. You raised your hands and shuddered. You were so sure he was going to punch and kick you, instead a soft strong hand curled over your wrist and tugged you to your knees.

“Come here,” he softly murmured, while he gently made you crawl over to the couch. On the cushions he sat before he pulled you into his thick lap. Your legs were trapped between his, while you were held on his lap.

You felt so small, so weak. His hands were warm, and strong, you were growing sore as your body overcame the shock of him throwing you back into the room. It made you feel terrified at how simply he was able to manhandle you. All those weeks without his presence had somehow made you forget how deadly and scary he could be. And despite being in his club, in a public place, he still had the upperhand and power to take what he wanted.

Your body shook as his hands touched you. He was so calm…it was unsettling and struck icily in your blood. This was the August you met that afternoon two weeks ago. This is the August that duct taped you and forced you to cum in your fathers recliner chair.

“You wearing any wires baby?” He cooed as his hand stuck down your dress top and another slipped up your thighs. You didn’t fight, but your fingers pleadingly hooked into his shirt sleeve while his hand dug around and slid around your breasts, groping your soft flesh.

His hand the groped around your thighs and lingered when cupping near your underwear. A stream of sweat trailed your face, what if he felt how wet you were in your underwear?

You shook your head and pitifully whimpered, “N-no, just the ph-phone in my bag.”

His lips pressed against your shoulder and neck before finally going to your ear, “This is what’s going to happen…” he purred, “You’re going to be my good girl and do everything I tell you, or else I’m going kill your piggy friend.”

You gasped as his fingers rubbed at your underwear covered clit.

“Wh-what?!”

“Yes poppet, I know about him,” he chuckled and sucked on your earlobe loudly, “He’s not very smart, coming here…his wire, he’s wearing…it’s not going to pick up anything.”

Your eyes dared to glance at the cameras, Lloyd was still on the screen, still watching the auction.

August moved his mouth to your other ear and moved your underwear aside, his finger easily slipped inside of you, tearing a whine from your lips at how wet you were.

“Has he fucked you yet?” He mocked, “Has the piggy touched what’s mine? Stuffed that dirty cock in this pretty puppy pussy?”

You choked on a rising sob, “No, now please st-stop.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks, tears August kissed away softly. You were watching the screens, Lloyd was looking around the room from the chair he was sitting in. Someone handed him a drink. You didn’t know what he was saying as he laughed at someone. You just wanted him to call back up, before you potentially were raped again.

August paused and slipped in another thick finger, “So…you thought you’d help him? Think I’d be so blind? It breaks my heart that either of you thought I was that dumb. This whole time I’ve been telling myself you weren’t a threat, just a dumb little girl…but that’s not entirely true huh? Miss picture perfect, taking photos she fucking well shouldn’t be.”

Your whimpered and wept with salty tears that stung hard. You heard him shuffle as he propped you onto one knee. A moment later, something hard and cold touched your cheek. You were certain this was your fault. You didn’t distract him enough, instead you ran off like a cowered. You sobbed and found it difficult to breathe seeing what that hard object in the corner of your eye was. If you weren’t so scared you might’ve screamed…

“Did you wear this for me baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheek with the warm tip of the gun, “Awfully pretty, awfully expensive for someone like you.”

Your eyes fell down at the dress you’d bought earlier that day. God you regretted it all now, all the excitement you felt buying it for tonight, it was all backfiring. You bought it knowing this was something he might want, it made you feel rich and sensual. It was your shield of confidence, ironic how a shield means nothing compared to a gun pressed to your head.

“Yes,” you wailed, “Please just let us go.”

“Us?” He scoffed scornfully, “And you’re telling me, you’re not fucking him.”

His fingers curled harshly and pinched your inner walls, cupping and shaking your entire cunt in his hand roughly. 

You whined and choked, “it’s- n-not his faul- fault…I’m…I’m-”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell silent…Jesus fucking Christ. August was covered in a hot wet warmth. He grunted, slowly, he removed his two thick fingers out of your pussy and shook his hand of the wet liquid pouring out with three large wrist flicks.

Mortified, a blubbering fest left you mouth. A line of ‘’please” and “sorry” poured desperately out of you.

Your piss puddled the floor down to his shoes.

You had half expected him to throw you off or kill you in disgust. Instead, August hissed a little as the warm liquid soaked over his trousers. You flinched away. He put his gun back in his pocket.

He laughed darkly, “You are so silly huh? So goddamn innocent,” his wet head cupped your neck and clenched your jaw, “I think I’ve amused you long enough baby, I think it’s time I show you why you were put in my care.”

You fluttered your wet eyes at him, “Please just let Lloyd go,” you swallowed a gulp of air, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

You gagged at the acidic smell of your own urine on his hand burning into your nose. His tongue clicked and he wagged his other finger at you.

“You’re about to see what happens to shits who think to try and bring me and my friends down, go on sunshine, look at the TV’s.”

His hand jerked your head forward. You were forced to watch everything happening in the room where Lloyd was. Within seconds, there were two security guards dragging in a limping man over a giant square of tarp.

“This dumb piece of shit decided to double dip my profits in a club I own down in Sydney…dickhead thought to embezzle me…I don’t like when men take what’s mine…”

The struggling man had a black pillow case shoved over his head. He was pushed to his knees in front of Brandon Sullivan who held a gun he took out from the briefcase. Katarina stood away from the centre of the room and watch him with the brightest smile.

The gun from the suitcase wasn’t particularly impressive. It was a hand gun with an ivory hilt. American.

The barrel was pressed to the pillow case. Your eyes widened.

Your bottom lip fell, “Wait please no, he can’t, stop-”

It was two little light flickers from the tip of the weapon, the bag flutter backwards as the man’s brains were blown through. It wasn’t like the movies. His body just flopped and slammed down on the floor and in seconds the blue tarp was rolled up and dragged away, no time for the blood to soak into the auction room carpet.. Brandon put the gun down and clapped his hands.

Lloyd didn’t flinch…his eyes hid inside his cup.

You gagged and bent your head opening your mouth above Augusts spread knees, the floor not only covered in your urine was also granted a haul of your bile. The whiskey you finished from Lloyds cup came back up hard burning your throat.

Why wasn’t Lloyd arresting them there and then? Why didn’t he leave to call back up?

You trembled watching the detective standup and walk over to order a drink at a private bar. He was so vulnerable standing in the den. And he was wearing a wire that wasn’t even working and you couldn’t tell him. You were helpless, Lloyd was helpless.

“I could kill him right now if I wanted to…” August cooed as you sobbed with the shock of seeing a real person killed in front of your eyes on screen.

You wailed and turned your body away. Buring your face into his shoulder and begged, “Please don’t hurt him, please, dear god. I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Anything?” He sarcastically gasped.

Your whimpered, “Yes!”

He was laughing and humming while he was toying with what he’d do to you. He bounced his knee you were on forcing you to land hard on your crotch and gasping everytime your clit made contact with his thigh and knee.

When he stopped, he pinched your wet inner thigh, “Call me Daddy you piss soaked slut.”

You nodded and tried to slow your meltdown, “O-okay d-daddy, I will.”

“Are you sorry for trying to trick me, whore?” He said harshly.

Your chin shook as you choked out, “S-so sorry daddy. Please forgive me.”

He liked that with how he grunted and moaned.

“I guess I should huh? You come in here, looking for dirt, but you win me gold.”

He pushed you off his lap. You were scared and embarrassment. The feeling of the wet that ran down your legs was drying up, yet the puddle that was drying up was huge. The scent was pungent. Your legs were weak and wobbly. You stumbled and grabbed your clutch with your phone inside.

You heard him clear his throat and flinched when he stated, “We are going back to my office. I have wipes, and spare clothes.”

That would’ve sounded nice except you knew better, you knew he’d just rape you in there…and with these sketchy men in the auction room you could only imagine what else August had business in. Human trafficking on top of all these other crimes wouldn’t have entirely surprised you.

You needed to find a way to get away. Since Lloyd still hadn’t gotten the back up he promised, you knew you would need to abandon him too. Guilt filled your belly, you worried for the cop’s safety, but it came to the dilemma…would you risk this for the chance to save his life, or save yourself and pack up and run for it with the cash he had given you. The amount of money in your clutch could buy you a ticket up north all the way to Townsville. You hardly could imagine a British man like August in the sweltering heat of northern Queensland…only issue? It was a perfect place to hide a body. Sugar cane fields were burned daily up there. If you wanted to dump a body, it would be perfect and convenient…you thought about moving in the opposite direction to New South Wales. The Blue Mountains had a cult you had heard of, maybe they could hide you from him.

“Y/N,” August broke you from your thoughts, he touched your chin and matched your gaze, “Did you hear me? I’m going to clean you up, sort you out.”

You took a ragged breath in and nodded, “Y-yes da-dad-" you gulped loudly, "daddy.”

He smirked and pressed his mouth to yours, pulling back with a sigh, he murmured, “That’s a good girl.”

He placed his hand on your back and moved you forward to the entrance door.

Your fingers reached out and touched the handle. Your other hand was clenching your bag tightly. It was only a door…But the knob turned, and you were faster than him. You slammed it shut behind you when you rushed out the door. You raced and shoved people aside. You heard him rip and bang the door open. You felt his heavy feet chasing behind you.

You felt so fucked! Your heart was palpating, and your thighs were chaffing with that sour smell of your pee dress soaked. You almost slipped down the stairs but managed to get to the bottom before seeing him starting to run down from the top.

Guests were staring but who cared? The party was wild and many just giggled thinking it was a big game.

It wasn’t a game though, truly you believed now he was going to kill you and Lloyd if you didn’t get out now. You had no idea where that auction room was hidden. You could grab him and bolt. These seconds were precious, and you just needed to get out onto the street.

You got to the bar and as you ran forward, you saw the fire alarm off the side. You slammed a fist down hard and bolted for the exit. Sprinklers went off wild, the rain made the party wet and all the main lights activate blinding half of the club. The other guests became frantic hearing the chance of a fire happening. Everyone was starting to rush out of the club with you. You swore and hoped that Lloyd was going to be able to get out safely too.

There was no way you’d be able to go home tonight. You were a dead woman walking with the content of your phone and the murder you witnessed. You tried to find an uber driving past but the fear that August was behind you made you keep moving.

You kept running even as you got outside in the cold air. The sound of car horns and lights of the streets were chaotically plaguing your mind. You didn’t have a clue where you were running. You just kept going. There were roads totally dead and quiet, you ran across without pressing any walking buzzers. You needed to find safety. Your feet raced down pavement paths until they hit the soft dewy grass of the park. The parkour park was near the train lines, you could hear the rattling wheels and noisy horn of a passenger train go through, leaving it impossible to tell if someone was following you… But you heard could him, you swore you could hear his catching breath and hear those leather shoes sprinting behind you.

You squealed in the dark as your ran past an empty children’s playground. He was big and he was fast. You felt his hand in the air trying to grab you and successfully you dodged him. You rushed down a street of abandoned shops and tripped over a groove in the ground that you missed in the ground.

And that’s how this all started don’t you see? Don’t you remember?...

A rush of air sucked out from your lungs as your hands and knees collided with the gravel pavement. Your stupid kitten heel snapped and your handbag had flown a couple metres in front of you.

Your heart thudded against your ribs as you poorly attempted to catch your anxious breath.

“Dumb. Very stupid. I perceived you to be smarter than this…” his voice dripped into your burning hot ears.

He was behind you, you knew that…with his hands in his suit pockets. His expensive leather shoes crunched on the rocky path the closer he neared you.

You hissed when the chilly night air whistled against your cut up palms. Blood rose up from your skin, shining in the light of the city lamp. You flinched as his two fingers traced along your spine and pressed harshly down on the back of your neck.

With watery eyes, you watched him walk pass and collect your handbag. His lithe fingers dove inside and pulled out the phone. His lips pursed as he let it fall from his hand before crushing it under his foot.

The salty tears raced down your cheeks, gliding into your trembling mouth.

If only you could’ve screamed for help. If only there was someone in the park to see what had unfolded.

A hiccup escaped you and he softly cooed, “It’s alright now, I think it’s about time you received an education, my darling.”

You shook your head and felt the rise of bile in your throat.

“Please,” you begged with a rasp voice, “I won’t tell anyone. Let me go. I swear I won’t go to the police, just let me go!”

He tutted his tongue and wagged his finger. He crouched down, his soft hand combed into your sweat soaked hair and tugged your head up. Your eyes met his icy gaze.

Hopelessness filled you. Begging had fallen on deaf ears.

“That’s right, you won’t tell anyone…but I’m not finished with you yet.”

As a gasp lifted from your lips he chuckled, “You’re precious if you think I’m letting you go after seeing that.”

His cold palm grabbed the sides of your throat and began to choke you. As the oxygen was restricted, your little hands clawed desperately at his callous hand. Your feet flailed against the gravel. Tears raced down your face. It was impossible to scream out without any air to cry with. With every passing second, a dizzy blanket was clouding your mind and filling your eyes with black spots. His glare made your knees buckle. Exhaustion from fighting was taking over, your nails left his hands, your eyes were finding it difficult to stay open. Eventually your lashes shut, and you let your mind drown in the airless space of time....

Unknown...Unknown...August 2024, Brisbane.

You thought he had killed you. You genuinely believed as the blood pulverised your skull, he had choked you to death.

You felt cold and hungry…the smell of hot Chinese food woke you up.

You curled up in a tight ball, hugging your naked body. Your couldn’t see anything. Your face had been blind folded. Your mouth was chewing on something long, some type of rubbery gag. And around your neck you felt a tight squeeze and the bite of a chain…a collar? Your fingers tried to pull them off but they were tied around your head and you felt the cold shape of padlock..

The carpet scuffed.

Someone was in the room, getting up from a chair. You heard a masculine breath and you trembled covering your chest and cupping your last as your curled back up in a ball.

You were laying on a soft blanket and mattress.

You whined as a warm human finger raced down your arm and the hand splayed out over your skin.

“Good morning, pet…I’m glad I was here to see you wake up,” you heard August moan.

You felt his fuzzy moustache tough the corner of your gaged lips.

You flinched and rubbed your face into the pillows above you.

The chain moved and taunted you backwards until you sat up so you could breathe.

His hand touched your inner thigh, you felt the bed tilt to his weight.

“I bet you’re hungry, I could hear your tummy growl for quite some time before you woke up.”

You felt his fingers unlock the gag and pull it down your chin.

You gasped and enjoyed the ability to breathe properly again. You were still stuck in total darkness however.

You heard a fork clinking with a bowl. You could hear August blow on the hot food and were told to open up.

Your lips parted and your tongue was touched by the greasy goodness of Chinese honey chicken.

You chewed and tore off the meat from his fork.

“Another,” he said as he fed you some more.

Your hands reached out to hold the fork yourself before you heard him casual say, “Keep those paws down, I haven’t given you permission to use them.”

Your might’ve been blindfolded but you knew he was looking at your body. You lifted your knees up to your chin and tapped your arms around your legs.

A cold bottle of water was pushed to your lips and your mouth greedily suckled it down. You knew it could be laces with drugs but your mouth was dry and you knew you were dehydrated.

You gaspingly asked as the bottle was pulled away, “Are you going to kill me?”

You didn’t want to die but it wasnt your choice. You knew this process would be quicker and easier if you allowed death to come…you would rather die than have to succumb to rape.

“No puppy…not today.”

You didn’t feel relief. Actually you felt your chest shake as you tried to hold back your crying.

Your heard him out the fork down and felt him come onto the bed. He pulled you into his arms and let you sob. He rubbed your back and hushed you gently.

It took everything in you to not fight him…you sagged into his touch and let him hold and rock you until you composed your tears.

You should fight him…if he’s going to kill you…go out with a fight.

“Would you like some more food?” He asked and you meekly nodded, “Yes please.”

He tutted and softly scolded, “That’s not how we ask now is it?”

You couldn’t see him but your fist flew up and caught him in his shoulder, “If you th-think I’m going to call you ‘daddy’…you’re fucking nuts!”

And you truly readied yourself for the beating of a lifetime…rather…his fingers moved up and unlocked your blindfold, pulling it off your head.

You winced as the bright light of day pelted your eyes…

He was sitting on the bed. A long button up shirt with rolled up sleeves and dress pants still wearing his leather shoes. His fingers pinched your chin.

“Still want to be a bad girl?”

You realised he expected an answer. And bravely your jerked your chin away.

“You can rape me, cut me, kill me...I’m not calling you fucking ‘daddy’!” You slapped his hand away and crawled to the other side of the bed feebly. You shrieked as he slapped your naked ass hard and laughed.

“That’s alright… I’ll talk to you again in a few more hours.”

He pushed you down and slapped your hands. He put the blind fold and the gag back on. He took the cup and Chinese food away….he left you…vulnerable and nude on the bed. Alone with your thoughts for the next few hours.

 Unknown...Unknown...August 2024, Brisbane

He left you blind folded for hours right? Or was it just thirty minutes? You couldn’t tell…blind folded and gagged. You could move your arms and blindly crawl around the bed but the chain would grow taunt if you tried to climb off the mattress. You considered hanging yourself…would it have been easier to just let him find your corpse then wait to be raped?

You rolled around and felt around the covers. You were helpless and scared. For all you knew he could’ve been watching you quietly.

Your crying was muffled with the gag between your teeth. Drool dropped down your chin and dribbled to your chest. You kept wiping it up feeling revolted with yourself.

You tugged and pulled the chain, yet no freedom was granted in your attempts. You grew tired, the panic in your chest exhausted you.

Hesitantly you pulled the duvet back and wiggled yourself in between the massive pillows, you fell asleep…and it was daunting.

It didn’t help that you couldn’t tell when you drifted off to sleep and the first thing you saw was dad. He was coming home from work and you were in the lounge room flicking through the tv channels. When you saw him come through the door your were scared it was August, but seeing your dad made your heart burst with joy. Relief and peace clouded your mind.

“it was all a bad dream!” You said as you got off the couch and raced to hug your father. He was never much of a hugger, that was okay…

His hand pat your back and you sobbed, “It was so awful dad! I thought you had died, everyone said you were dead but I knew there was no way. Thank god it was just a bad drea-”

He was skinny …you hugged him tight …why did he feel so hard and sharp around his body?

“Dad, I missed you,” you licked your lips, “come on I’ll make you something to eat, why are you so thin?” You moved your head back and screamed. His work shirt was stained in blood and his skin and muscle were rotting off his body. His cheeks were hallow and the tip of his nose was gone. His eyes totally white. A slice settle on his face. He opened his mouth slowly to speak and a rotting tongue rolled out over his chin.

You kept screaming and saying “No!” Over and over again. You moved backwards and fell over on a bowl of porridge. His body fell forward on top of yours.

You couldn’t breathe from the fear. The dream went dark in shadows and it clicked that perhaps you’d woken up. But you weren’t entirely sure. You kicked your legs and curled up in a ball. You wailed and hiccupped. The gag in your mouth brought your mind back to where you were. Where you’d been trapped. You hit the mattress over and over in frustration and anger.

“Lmph ma gaoh!” let me go, you howled.

Your knees trembled and you felt nauseas. You shook your head, trying to fight the vomit that could be rising to your chest. You knew if you vomited it would go everywhere and some might stay inside your mouth or throat or up into your nose.

 You whimpered, “Peaff!” Please!

Your body tightened…you felt your bowels grow sore and your bladder tight.

Dread filled your mind with the harsh reality that if you don’t get off the bed you were going to be sitting in your own fluids. It cracked your mind….it broke your own heart…you started to scream knowing what your kidnapper wanted to hear..

“Daffy! Peaf half mah!” Daddy please help me, you bawled over and over while your legs crossed tightly and you tried to hold in your bowels. Your toes curled and your acrylic nails dug deep into the skin of your palm. You scolded yourself for letting at service woman Drew to convince getting your nails done.

It was agony, holding in for so long. Your hands cupped yourself in hopes to stop any form of self leaking.

But after the fifth or sixth begging sob…you felt his presence return. It was like he never left, you didn’t hear his feet walk over to you, you only felt his hands…he unlocked you from the chain and guided you to the guest toilet. He took off your gag and your mouth slackened. The drool that hit your feet and floor with a splat made your shoulders curl in humiliating embarrassment.

You were sat on the toilet seat. You knew he stood waiting. It made you feel worthless and disrespected, the lack of privacy as he watched you push your bladder and bowels.

And that wasnt even the worst of it.

Reaching for toilet paper to the side of you, your hands were slapped away. You heard the roll move and a quick tear. You held out your hand to take it but his hand touched your thick and you twisted away, choking on a sob….the sick fucker wouldn’t let you wipe your own body... As he wiped the piss, you grabbed his wrist and tried to tug him away from your intimates.

“I’m not a baby,” you croaked quietly. You heard him hum, “I can do it myself”

“I know you’re not a baby…I just want to remind you this body belongs to me,” he murmured as he flushed the toilet paper away and you heard his hands wash under the running water of the sink.

Your knees bounced with anxious impatience. What was he planning to do to you?

He got you to your feet and guided you back. When the tiles became carpet you guessed you were being put back onto the bed.

He locked the chain back to the collar and whispered into your temple, “Just a moment.” You felt him move away and heard him drag something heavy from under the bed. Your stomach dropped and thought the worst.

He’s grabbing power tools…he’s going to chop and stab and beat me up and then dice me up into tiny pieces, you but your lips and let your tears flow.

“Wh-what’ are you going to do to m-me?” You dared to ask the maniac millionaire.

You flinched at his echoing chuckle, “Just tie you up for now, but let’s see where that takes us? You were talking in your sleep, did you know you do that?”

Your shoulders shook and you curled. You moved back to the head of the bad and clenched the fabric tightly. You felt him dropping things on the bed. His torture tools….

“Please don’t do this,” you tried to beg, “I haven’t done anything wrong. I just want to go h-home please.”

You hated the weakness in your voice. A part of you was angry and demanding you to claw his eyes out and fight to the death. You just weren’t sure what was the right thing to do anymore. What was the least painful.

Warm fingers brushed along your shoulder, and you gasped a little too loudly, he laughed.

“Easy now, I’m just taking off the blindfold, or would you prefer I leave it on?”

Your eyes watered under the fabric, your voice broke out into a whimper, "Off please..."

HELPLINES:

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BUCKET LIST, including the strange, the wild, the weird, and the borderline undoable

Go to a nude beach

spread eagle naked towards the sun

use Pinterest business to do brand links and get any amount of $$ from that alone

go to a pole dancing class

try hot yoga

do a burlesque show in Melbourne

post an animation to youtube

start a webtoon

learn to sew

get an apartment by myself

get an apartment with friends

post a shitty homemade music video in a lana del rey way with the help of friends

get a perm

visit coney island

be 125 pounds

get a the dachshund tattoo

post a vlog like im famous

be a extra in a movie

act in a gay indie movie like norman reedus

go to a gorillaz concert

get a snake

get a record player

meet a sugar mommy

go to a jazz bar alone

get a dressed up like a old hollywood star and go have a night on the town

get my license

own a mustang

ride a motorcycle

go to a mosh pit

go to a rave

get black out drunk

go skinny dipping

publish a art book

own a beach house

get a red gingham bikini

take a slutty picture in a american flag bikini and post it to instagram

go diving with whale sharks

be a art director on a project

do a mural on a wall

complete a painting on an obnoxiously large canvas

make a pop song with no knowledge of music or mixing

work on a big animated film

Do a boudoir photoshoot

party in paris

do a full cosplay

pet a pigeon

get a scuba diving license

explore an abandoned building

kiss a stranger

get in a fist fight

flash my boobs at something

attend a figure drawing class

be the nude model at a figure drawing class

receive fanart of my own characters

create a reel showing school doodles

be the cinematographer for a project

take a history class

be a dive instructor

post a animation meme to a jack stauber song

go on vacation all by myself

have sex

be in a youtube video

go on the video side of omegle

visit japan

go to a film festival

jump off a pier

do a pin-up photoshoot

go to an acting interview

heh

open an online store

do artist alley at a convention

cross country roadtrip with friends

stargaze on top of a car

invest in stocks and real estate

go on a cruise to thailand and thrift there

go to the new york library

visit bora bora

learn to play guitar

draw on the sidewalk with chalk

nurture and take care of a plant

grow my own food

get chickens

join a club in uni

take a pottery class

work out in a gym

surf a barrel

buy a surfboard

meditate for 50 days in a row

travel in a van

fly first class

go on a blind date

buy and fill a photo album book

kiss in the rain

do a thirty-day photography challenge and post the whole thing

explore the woods by my house

go to a ball/masquerade party

host a dinner party

say yes to everything for a day

grow my hair past my ass

become mildly fluent in french

attend golbeins animation workshop

buy an obnoxiously large rug

smell the tomford cherry perfume

get a Brazilian wax

get henna done

go to Brisbane museum by myself

get my i.d

go wine tasting

visit Miami

Meet my online best friend

dine at the ritz

go on a gameshow

do tent camping

win a sweepstake

create a artist porfolio/website

be featured in a gallery

go to okinawa

learn to ballroom dance

ride a horse on a beach/ and or backwards

go to a country club

bake a pie

buy a tourist t-shirt

do a escape room

live in Santa Barbara

stay in cape cod

belly dancing class

get my art viral on tiktok

do a commision

buy a fancy wardrobe

have a room with a slanted roof

sleep in a pool in an inflatable pool

snuggle with nurse sharks

bayonetta mui mui glasses.

go out in a pair of high heels

do a show at a convention

stay at the madonna inn

do lesbian handkerchief flagging in public

do a 'nude' photoshoot

own every sims 4 pack

complete a sims4 generations challenge

play subnautica

swim a motel pool at night

pick a girl from a bar

get a drinks bought for me

smoke a ciggrette

try mixology

get a hickey

have a friend or myself sew vintage patterns

wear a tailored suit

buy real cowgirl boots

bathe in a heart shaped tub

take a rose petal bath

stick a polaroid of myself somewhere public

use spray paint

do a vintage glamour competition

own a house with stain glass windows

go to a cathedral

get pink lace curtains

paint a room

milk a cow

replay Detriot become human

do a live stream

do a lesbian event like a cruise or smth

go to a pride parade

participate on a float in a parade

be a scare actor

act in a play

see a broadway show

shoot a gun

drive a convertible

see lana del rey in concert

do modelling work

do a commercial

buy a sewing machine

drive the road without directions

write a screenplay

submit a film for a competition

pitch an animated show

take a opportunity that scares me

do public karaoke

buy a shitty 2000s camera

get a boat license

buy a boat

go to a random diner

sell clothes on depop

play a drinking game with mates

stay in a hotel with mates

do a draw my life

do a drawing for each section of my Pinterest board

get my fortune told/ future read

buy some mega flare jeans

post a picture of myself to Pinterest/ start a 'me' board

buy some colorful tights

get blue streaks through my blonde hair like aquamarine

drop in on a skateboard

buy a castle

party at Hearst castle

post another fanfic to ao3

dress up in a slutty Halloween costume,its a rite of passage

bake and decorate a fancy cake for someone

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Episode 11: "Intro to Biological Horniness 101" (Show Notes)

listen along here

[00:03:37] M’s 2008 Twilight special edition 

[00:04:05] Fanlore's entry on Quizilla

[00:05:42] By “H2O: Just Add Water extra [brown] guy” M allegedly means this guy in the background of 2x20 “The Gracie Code”

[00:07:05] M’s Twilight summary

Bella and Edward walk into bio. It’s movie day. The lights go off and they are consumed with lust for the rest of the hour. Bella and Mike barely survive Gym class together and then they squabble about Edward. Bella and Edward squeeze past Rosalie’s BMW and drive home, where Bella sleeps badly and dreams of Edward. The next day Charlie makes eggs for himself but not Bella and Edward drives Bella to school while cross-examining her on the witness stand and they sit in Bio consumed with lust for the rest of the hour, then Gym class sucks again. Edward drives Bella home, time to namedrop the best boy in the whole world, who shows up with his dad and he knows what Edward is!

[00:09:37] Shannon’s Midnight Sun summary

Welcome to Chapter 12, everyone! It’s got face-touching, psychic spying, and captivating performances by both Edward and Emmett. Whose line is it anyways? Not Emmett—the boy just can’t help himself, he’s an improv king, folks. Anyways the boys get Angela a date, Edward waxes poetic about the time he spent juggling in the yard and moping in the tub, and Rosalie screams at Edward in the yard. Unfortunately, he’s not arguing back though, which is like totally a bummer, you know? Either way, Emmett and Rosalie aren’t pulling their punches this chapter, and Jasper is about thirty seconds and one more revealed secret away from trying to shove Alice in a cat carrier and bolting into the wilderness. It wouldn’t work obviously because this is Alice we’re talking about; I just think that’s neat.

AND here comes Chapter 13 barreling in like a freight train, but don’t worry, it’s only pulling along the most Bella Information we’ve literally ever gotten. I like to call this chapter “Stephenie Meyer’s Biography” because the self-insert is dialed up to eleven here. Let’s learn about Bella’s boring tastes, her adventures with Renee, and Steph—I mean BELLA’S favorite books and movies. Emmett and Jasper are betting on whether Bella survives through the weekend, Carlisle is betting Billy Black will uphold their end of the treaty, and Esme is betting on Alice! It’s a pretty mom-heavy chapter with Renee and Esme stealing the spotlight here, and I still think Rosalie should fuck up Edward’s car; she deserves it…as a treat.

[00:12:22] Some visual aids to help you younguns picture the era that M is talking about:

[00:14:06] “Is this allowed”

[00:15:18] As in this meme originating from Hark, A Vagrant

[00:30:58] G mentions this well-documented social thing

[00:33:55] The Gems and Minerals hall in the Smithsonian Natural History Museum in Washington, DC

[00:38:30] The Twilight quote on the wall of the Dymocks bookstore in Brisbane above the escalators

[00:53:56] Fine Japanese linen (sometimes things that are expensive...are worse)

[01:01:29] They TOUCH??

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IN A MINUTE:

A POST_PUNK EXPRESS…

“FUGUE STATE COMPANION” is a previously unreleased cut from BEAUTY PILL’s forthcoming double vinyl anthology titled ‘Blue Period’ (1/20 Ernest Jenning Recs) & it finds the DC-based artist Chad Clark dipping back into his complete Dischord recordings (2003-2005) while unearthing this post_rocking_punk nugget.

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BILLY ZACH are here w/ “NO PROGRESSION,” the lead single from their forthcoming LP titled ‘A Momentary Bliss’ (1/27 @lapochettesurpriserecords-blog) & it finds the Hamburg-based quartet, headed by Max Zacherl, bringing a sandpapered grumble to the Birthday Party across a 3:42 clip of moody GloomRawk.

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“PARALLEL” is the official lead single from CHASMS’ forthcoming LP titled ‘Glimpse of Heaven’ (2/24 felte) & it finds the Los Angeles-based artist/producer/multi-instrumentalist Jess Labrador teaming up w/ producer/bassist/pianist Joshua Eustis to effortlessly mash up ambient electronica & skittering trip_hop under one cozy DreamPop umbrella.

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JADE HAIRPINS are here w/ a new standalone single titled “LIFE IN ENGLAND” (@mergerecords) & it finds the fucked up duo of Jonah Falco & Mike Haliechuk furthering their “pop foraging with analog acoustics & electronic landscaping” across a sprite 1:38 clip of power_poppin & pub_rocking ModRawk.

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“ALWAYS NEW” is the lead track from SAM WRANGLE’s latest EP titled ‘Norman Cres’ & it finds Brisbane-based singer/songwriter/producer living his “definitely the sound of one person” mantra while waxing upon our modern maladies across damn near 4 mins of melancholically blissed & post_punking GuitarPop.

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THESE TUNES CAN BE HEARD DOWN BELOW, STREAM EM FOO!!

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Discover the Best Commercial Cleaning Services in Australia: Elevate Your Business Environment

Maintaining a clean and hygienic workspace is crucial for businesses in Australia. Whether you run a bustling office in Sydney, a retail store in Melbourne, or a warehouse in Brisbane, a spotless environment enhances productivity, boosts employee morale, and leaves a positive impression on clients and visitors. This is where professional commercial cleaning services come into play. In this blog post, we will explore the many benefits of commercial cleaning services in Australia and why partnering with a professional cleaning company is a smart investment for your business.

Why Commercial Cleaning Services Are Essential in Australia

Create a Lasting First Impression

The cleanliness of your business premises is often the first thing clients and visitors notice. A pristine environment reflects professionalism and meticulousness, setting a positive tone for business interactions.

Enhance Employee Productivity and Well-being

A clean and organized workspace can significantly improve employee productivity and well-being. When employees work in a hygienic and clutter-free environment, they are more focused, motivated, and less likely to fall ill.

Ensure Health and Safety

Regular cleaning helps reduce the spread of germs and allergens, contributing to a healthier work environment. This means fewer sick days and a more robust workforce.

Protect Your Investment

Professional cleaning services help extend the lifespan of office furniture, carpets, and equipment. Regular maintenance prevents the need for costly replacements or repairs, saving you money in the long run.

Comprehensive Cleaning Services Offered Across Australia

Commercial cleaning services in Australia cover a wide range of tasks designed to keep your workspace in top condition:

Routine Office Cleaning

Daily cleaning tasks such as dusting, vacuuming, and waste removal to ensure a consistently clean environment.

Deep Cleaning

Periodic deep cleaning services to tackle hard-to-reach areas and eliminate stubborn dirt and grime.

Carpet and Upholstery Cleaning

Specialized cleaning techniques to remove stains, dirt, and allergens from carpets and upholstered furniture.

Window Cleaning

Professional window cleaning to enhance the appearance of your building and allow more natural light into the workspace.

Restroom Sanitation

Thorough cleaning and disinfecting of restrooms to maintain hygiene and prevent the spread of bacteria.

Floor Maintenance

Services such as stripping, waxing, and buffing to keep hard floors looking their best and extend their lifespan.

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Experience and Expertise

With years of experience in the industry, our team is equipped with the knowledge and skills to deliver top-notch cleaning services tailored to your business needs.

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Spotless Standards: Why Cleanliness is Key in Manufacturing Facilities

In manufacturing, cleanliness is crucial for safety and efficiency. Manufacturing facilities face unique challenges with heavy machinery and strict regulations. This blog explores why commercial cleaning Brisbane is vital, focusing on key areas for a cleaner, healthier workspace.

Safety Compliance:

Manufacturing facilities are subject to rigorous safety standards and regulations. Proper cleaning and maintenance play a vital role in ensuring compliance with these regulations. From keeping production areas free of debris to managing hazardous waste, commercial cleaning services in Brisbane are equipped to handle the specific cleaning needs of manufacturing environments.

Equipment Maintenance:

Heavy machinery and equipment are the backbone of manufacturing operations. Regular cleaning not only enhances the lifespan of this equipment but also reduces the risk of malfunctions and breakdowns. Professional cleaning teams are trained to use industry-appropriate methods and products that effectively remove dirt, grease, and residues without causing damage to equipment.

Contamination Control:

Manufacturing processes can generate dust, particles, and contaminants that pose risks to both products and personnel. Brisbane commercial cleaning services employ specialized techniques such as HEPA vacuuming, antimicrobial treatments, and cleanroom protocols to control contamination levels and maintain a sterile environment, particularly in industries like pharmaceuticals and food processing.

Health and Hygiene:

Employee health and well-being are paramount in any workplace. A clean and sanitized environment reduces the spread of germs, bacteria, and allergens, leading to a healthier workforce and fewer instances of illness or absenteeism. Regular cleaning of common areas, restrooms, and breakrooms contributes to a hygienic workplace environment.

Product Quality:

Cleanliness directly impacts product quality in manufacturing facilities. Dust, debris, or contaminants can compromise the integrity of products, leading to defects or rejections. Thorough cleaning of production areas, storage spaces, and packaging facilities ensures that finished products meet quality standards and customer expectations.

Environmental Responsibility:

Sustainable cleaning practices are increasingly important in today's manufacturing landscape. Commercial cleaning in Brisbane offer eco-friendly cleaning solutions, energy-efficient equipment, and waste management strategies that align with environmental regulations and corporate sustainability goals.

Specialized Cleaning Services:

Manufacturing facilities often require specialized cleaning services tailored to their unique needs. This may include high-pressure washing for machinery, cleanroom sanitation for sensitive production areas, floor stripping and waxing, and janitorial services for daily maintenance tasks. Partnering with a reputable commercial cleaning provider ensures access to these specialized services.

Final Words:

In a nutshell, Brisbane Cleaner Services plays a vital role in maintaining the cleanliness, safety, and efficiency of manufacturing facilities. From regulatory compliance and equipment maintenance to contamination control and employee well-being, the benefits of professional cleaning services are extensive. By prioritizing cleanliness and hygiene, manufacturing businesses can uphold industry standards, protect their assets, and create a conducive work environment for all stakeholders.

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Indulge Your Senses: Exploring Luxury Candles in Australia

In the realm of self-care and ambience creation, few things rival the warm glow and comforting fragrance of a luxury candle. For those seeking to elevate their living spaces or to treat themselves to a moment of relaxation, Luxury Candles Australia offer a sensory experience like no other. In Australia, a land known for its natural beauty and appreciation of the finer things in life, the market for luxury candles is thriving, with a plethora of options available to suit every taste and preference.

The Allure of Luxury Candles

Luxury candles go beyond mere illumination; they are a form of artistry, crafted with precision and care to evoke a sense of luxury and indulgence. From the moment you light the wick, you're transported to a world of opulence and sophistication, where every scent and flicker of flame is designed to delight the senses and soothe the soul.

Exquisite Fragrances Inspired by Nature

One of the hallmarks of luxury candles is their exquisite fragrances, often inspired by the natural beauty of the Australian landscape. From the crisp scent of eucalyptus and lemon myrtle to the rich aroma of sandalwood and native florals, Australian luxury candles capture the essence of the country's diverse flora and fauna, bringing the beauty of the outdoors into your home.

Artisan Craftsmanship and Quality Ingredients

Behind every luxury candle is a team of skilled artisans and craftsmen who take pride in their workmanship and attention to detail. These candles are made using only the finest quality ingredients, including premium waxes, essential oils, and botanical extracts, ensuring a clean and long-lasting burn with every use.

Sustainable and Ethical Practices

In addition to their commitment to quality and craftsmanship, many Australian luxury candle brands are also dedicated to sustainability and ethical practices. From using eco-friendly packaging to sourcing ingredients from responsibly managed forests, these brands are leading the way in creating candles that are not only luxurious but also environmentally conscious.

A Feast for the Senses

When it comes to luxury candles, the experience extends far beyond the sense of smell. Many candles feature elegant packaging and design elements that make them a feast for the eyes as well. Whether displayed on a mantelpiece, coffee table, or bedside table, luxury candles add a touch of elegance and sophistication to any room, making them the perfect accent piece for discerning homeowners and design enthusiasts alike.

The Perfect Gift for Any Occasion

With their exquisite fragrances, beautiful packaging, and luxurious feel, luxury candles make the perfect gift for any occasion. Whether celebrating a birthday, anniversary, or holiday, a beautifully crafted candle is sure to delight and impress even the most discerning recipient. Plus, with a wide range of scents and styles to choose from, you can easily find the perfect candle to suit their taste and personality.

Where to Find Luxury Candles in Australia

In Australia, luxury candles can be found at a variety of retailers, from boutique home decor stores to high-end department stores and online retailers. Some popular destinations for luxury candles include Sydney's Strand Arcade, Melbourne's Emporium Melbourne, and Brisbane's James Street precinct, where you'll find a curated selection of candles from both local and international brands.

Conclusion

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Transform Your Brisbane Kitchen: 6 Stylish Ideas for a Culinary Oasis

The kitchen serves as the heart of any home, providing not just a space for culinary endeavours but also a place for creativity and connection. Elevating your kitchen’s design goes beyond functionality; it’s about creating a stylish and inspiring environment. If you’re contemplating a kitchen renovation in Brisbane, explore these six impactful ideas that seamlessly blend aesthetics with practicality.

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Transform your Brisbane kitchen with eye-catching cabinet designs, making a statement with both lower and upper cabinets. Personalise your cabinets to reflect your unique style, whether it’s a contemporary, Mediterranean, or sleek modern look. The right cabinetry enhances not just storage but also the overall appeal of your kitchen in Brisbane.

Functional Kitchen Islands as Focal Points:

Maximise space and foster seamless interaction by strategically designing a functional kitchen island. This not only creates an additional surface for placing cooked items but also opens up your kitchen to the dining and living areas, enhancing the overall flow of your space.

Innovative Shelving and Clever Storage:

Bid farewell to dull storage spaces by incorporating innovative shelving solutions. Whether it’s suitable cabinetry, storage-facilitated kitchen islands, or hanging storage options, professional kitchen renovation in Brisbane can breathe new life into your kitchen while improving functionality and accessibility.

Stylish Protection with Tile Backsplash:

Safeguard your kitchen surfaces in style by adding a tile backsplash. Beyond protecting against cooking splatters and mess, strategically placed backsplash tiles can contribute to the aesthetics of your kitchen. Consider removable options for easy maintenance and explore wax or lamination for added shine.

Modernise with Stainless Steel Appliances:

Upgrade your kitchen with durable and stylish stainless steel appliances. Beyond their sleek appearance, stainless steel appliances offer hygienic properties, tensile strength, and the ability to withstand extreme temperatures. Modernise your kitchen with these reliable and easy-to-maintain additions.

Elegance in Metallic Hardware:

Infuse a touch of style into your kitchen with metallic hardware. Regardless of your kitchen’s theme — be it contemporary, modern, or rustic — metallic accents can seamlessly blend in. From stainless steel sinks to faucets, these subtle additions enhance the overall aesthetics of your newly renovated Brisbane kitchen.

Your kitchen is not just a place to prepare meals; it’s a canvas for expression and connection. A professional kitchen renovation service in Brisbane can turn this essential space into a valuable asset. For a transformation that truly makes a difference, consider the expertise of Ascona Interiors Pty Ltd. Let your kitchen be a reflection of your style and a source of inspiration for more than just culinary creations. Contact us for the finest in kitchen renovation Brisbane and elevate your kitchen to new heights!

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Discover the Ultimate Grooming Experience for Men in Brisbane

In the bustling city of Brisbane, men have been turning to grooming professionals to enhance their style and self-confidence. Look no further if you're searching for the finest men's hairdresser in Brisbane and top-notchMale Waxing Brisbane. They offer a comprehensive grooming experience that's second to none at HQ Male Grooming.

The Modern Man's Choice:  

In the ever-evolving world of fashion and self-care, modern men are no strangers to the importance of personal grooming. Whether for a special occasion or part of their routine, men in Brisbane have recognized the significance of looking and feeling their best. This trend has increased demand for reputable men's hairdressers in Brisbane.

Expert Men's Hairdressing:  

Our expert stylists at HQ Male Grooming understand that a great haircut can make all the difference. With years of experience in men's hairdressing, they are well-equipped to create hairstyles that suit your personality and lifestyle. From classic cuts to contemporary styles, their stylists have got you covered.

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They understand that every client and their grooming needs are unique. That's why they offer tailored services to cater to your individual preferences. Whether you need a quick trim or a complete makeover, their team is dedicated to delivering results that exceed your expectations.

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Our commitment to excellence extends beyond just hairdressing and waxing. They are dedicated to delivering a grooming experience that leaves you feeling refreshed and confident. They take the time to listen to your specific requirements and offer personalized recommendations.

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Conclusion:  

When finding the best men's hairdresser in Brisbane and exceptional male waxing services, HQ Male Grooming is the name you can trust. Their skilled professionals are here to provide you with the ultimate grooming experience. Say goodbye to the ordinary and hello to a new level of confidence and style. Visit their website at hqmalegrooming.com.au to book your appointment today and experience grooming like never before.

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Unmatched Protection for Your Vehicle: Paint Protection Film in Brisbane by Car Ceramic Protection

Introduction: Preserving the pristine appearance of your vehicle is a priority for every car enthusiast. Car Ceramic Protection introduces the ultimate solution with our Paint Protection Film in Brisbane, offering unparalleled defense against road hazards and environmental elements.

Advanced Paint Protection Technology: Our Paint Protection Film is engineered with cutting-edge technology to act as an invisible shield, safeguarding your vehicle's paintwork. It provides a durable barrier against stone chips, bug splatters, bird droppings, tree sap, and other debris, ensuring your car's surface remains unscathed.

Self-Healing Properties: What sets our Paint Protection Film apart is its self-healing capabilities. Minor scratches and swirl marks disappear over time, maintaining the film's flawless appearance. This ensures that your vehicle continues to showcase a showroom-like finish, reducing the need for frequent polishing or waxing.

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Long-Term Resilience: Investing in our Paint Protection Film is an investment in the long-term resilience of your vehicle's exterior. The film not only guards against immediate threats but also maintains its effectiveness over time, preserving the value and appearance of your car for years to come.

Simplified Maintenance: Say goodbye to the hassles of extensive car maintenance. With our Paint Protection Film, cleaning becomes a breeze. The hydrophobic properties of the film repel water and contaminants, making it easier to maintain a clean and polished look with minimal effort.

Conclusion: For automotive enthusiasts in Brisbane seeking the pinnacle of paint protection, Car Ceramic Protection's Paint Protection Film stands as the ultimate choice. Elevate your driving experience by shielding your vehicle with the advanced technology and expertise of Car Ceramic Protection. Contact us today to fortify your car's paint against the rigors of the road and maintain its brilliance for the long haul.

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Buy Marijuana Concentrates Australia for an unparalleled cannabis experience! Explore our premium selection of THC and CBD concentrates in Sydney and Brisbane. Elevate your senses with our high-quality weed concentrates, including Live Rosin, Wax, Shatter, Budder, Live Resin, Rosin, Kief, THCa Diamonds, and Vape Oil Cartridges available for wholesale. Indulge in the pure essence of THC Distillates for sale in AU. Order now and discover the epitome of cannabis refinement!

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Australia, Victoria, and New Zealand are now witnessing a culinary revolution with the availability of a diverse range of cannabis-infused edibles. The legal landscape has paved the way for enthusiasts to indulge in a delightful assortment of treats. From cookies and gummies to brownies and chocolates, there’s a plethora of options to explore at the best AU 420 Weed Dispensary.

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Top 5 Tips to Maximise Your Car's Selling Value

Selling your car can be both an exciting and nerve-wracking experience. Whether you're upgrading to a new model or simply parting ways with your trusty vehicle, getting the best value for your car is undoubtedly a top priority.

In this blog post, we'll explore five tips that can help you maximise the selling value of your car. Let's dive in!

First Impressions Matter: Give Your Car a Makeover

When it comes to Selling Car Brisbane, first impressions can make or break a deal. Imagine a potential buyer approaching a gleaming, well-maintained vehicle versus a dusty and cluttered one. Which scenario do you think is more likely to result in a successful sale?

Invest some time and effort into giving your car a makeover. Clean the exterior thoroughly, wax if necessary, and address any visible scratches or dents. Don't forget the interior – vacuum the carpets, wipe down surfaces, and consider a professional detailing service if your budget allows. The idea is to present your car in the best possible light, making it more appealing to potential buyers.

Keep a Detailed Maintenance Record

One of the key factors that can influence the resale value of your car is its maintenance history. Selling your car becomes much easier if you can provide a comprehensive record of all maintenance and repairs. This not only instills confidence in potential buyers but also demonstrates that you've taken good care of your vehicle.

Include information such as regular oil changes, tire rotations, and any major repairs or replacements. A well-documented maintenance history can be a powerful selling point, helping you negotiate a better price for your car.

Set the Right Asking Price: Research and Negotiate

Determining the right asking price is crucial when selling your car. Conduct thorough research on similar makes and models in your local market to get an idea of the going rates. Online platforms, dealership listings, and classified ads can provide valuable insights into the current market value.

Remember that setting a slightly higher asking price than your ideal selling price allows room for negotiation. Potential buyers often expect a bit of back-and-forth, so be prepared to negotiate while keeping your target price in mind.

Curb Appeal: Optimize Your Online Listing

In today's digital age, the majority of car selling transactions start online. Make sure your online listing stands out by providing high-quality photos that showcase your car from various angles. Highlight key features and any recent upgrades or enhancements.

Use a compelling and honest description that emphasises the benefits of your car. Mention fuel efficiency, safety features, and any unique selling points that could set your vehicle apart from the competition. The more information you provide, the more confident and interested potential buyers will be.

Timing is Everything: Choose the Right Time to Sell

The timing of your car sale can significantly impact its selling value. Consider factors such as the season, economic conditions, and even the release of new models from the same manufacturer. Selling your car during peak seasons or when demand is high can result in a better price.

Additionally, be mindful of any personal financial or lifestyle changes that might prompt you to sell. Avoid rushing the process; instead, plan ahead and choose a time that aligns with market trends and your individual circumstances.

Conclusion

By following these five tips, you can greatly increase your chances of maximising the selling value of your car.

Remember, presenting your car in the best possible condition, maintaining a detailed record, setting a competitive asking price, optimising your online listing, and choosing the right time can make the Selling Car Brisbane process smoother and more rewarding.