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Elsewhere University

Because @charminglyantiquated is the coolest person ever, there is now a super-awesome fandom for her comic, Elsewhere University, and because she is even cooler and lets us write stuff for it, I thought I’d take her up on her offer. 

You press the iron necklace into your skin, and you bite your lip until you taste blood, and you walk into the doorway that you’ve never seen before and pray for a miracle. 

You don’t really think that it will work, but you do it anyway. 

They took her about a week ago, while she was walking home from sleeping over-with you. You stupid, idiotic moron. You should have said, “it’s too early.” You should have said, “skip your 8 AM, it doesn’t matter, you’ll pass anyway.” You should have said, “you have a salt packet, right?” But you didn’t. When she didn’t text you all day, when you called her 2, then 5, then 20 times, when you ran home praying that she was lying in bed watching Netflix or working on her english project, when you burst in through the door and the room was dark and cold and empty, then you knew. And you cried and cried all night, begging whatever was listening that they wouldn’t hurt her, toy with her, change her. Praying that they’d give her back. People come back, they do it all the time. Maybe it wasn’t…permanent. You try not to think of how many English majors have vanished this year alone. 

And as the days passed, and there was no sign of her, or even something that looked like her, you slowly come to accept what you must do. 

You went to Shell (has three turtles, that’s how he chose the name) and you buy an iron necklace, for you do not have one of your own. 

“Dude-” Shell starts as you drop the Twizzlers on the table (he picked up the habit of trade over there. he was there for a while. not all of the reptiles in his cage may be turtles.) “-don’t do this.”

“Just give me the necklace.” You don’t want time to doubt this, to second guess, to think of your dad and your aunt patty and your cousin blake who you really wanted to see grow up-

“Look, I’m as sorry about Ash as you are, but…this…what you’re planning?…it won’t work, Willow. It just won’t.” 

They had both chosen tree names, to be called by. They’d met as a mixer, and she’d used it as a dumb conversation starter. She had been so beautiful that night, her skin absorbing the light and glowing with a brown radiance that reminded her of the sun. 

“Just give me. The necklace.” she spat, hands clenched and tears dripping off her eyelashes. 

He sighed, but reached under the counter and dropped it on the pockmarked wooden surface (screwed in with iron screws. he took no chances, not anymore.) he stared at her, eyes hard but burning with regret.

“I know them, Willow. I wasn’t there for…” he drifted off, his eyes fuzzing a bit. time is different there. he was gone for about a month when one of the RA’s finally did something-he was a TA, and he was the resident “merchant” on campus, and he was needed. he said it was longer over there. that was all he ever said, except for the midnight sleep-screaming, and occasional chanting. he shook his head and resumed. 

“…but I know them, ok? you won’t get her back, not if they want her, and definitely not if you demand her. and if you do manage to get her? there’s a price. there’s always a price. and it’s always too high to pay. always.”

she grasps the iron necklace, shaped like a circle, like eternity, in her clammy palm, and says, “she is beyond price.” 

You went to one of the “thin places” (think liminal/the copse of trees next to the sorority that has some girls with skin that is far too pale and eyes that are much too bright ) and you stand there, and say, “i am coming to reclaim what is mine.”

silence, but one that is filled with words.

“she is mine, and i am hers, and i intend to have her back.”

a thin wind rises, and it like the hissing laugh of cruel ancient things. 

you straighten your shoulders, and you resist the urge to grasp the iron circle, and you say “let us begin.” (bring it seemed too high school, and there is a way of going about these things that even she must follow)

and then the door was clear and defined in the trees, and you taste your blood and your fear and you enter. 


she is so beautiful here, but in a way that screams wrong. her thick black hair, her glowing brown eyes, her deep brown skin, it is ethereal here in the wrong way, not the ethereal it is supposed to be, has always been to her. and her eyes are vacant and empty, not full of wit and love and grace. she is wrong, and you intend to fix her. if you can. 

the thing on the throne, the roots twisted like muscle, stares at you from the other side of eternity, and finds you wanting. 

“she is ours.” the thing said, its voice like wind through the leaves, or a knife up a spine. “you have no right to claim her.” 

“i love her. i have every right.” the thing laughs, and that is the worst kind of sound you have ever heard. it is a laugh that has nothing in it to make it a laugh. 

“love means nothing. you say you are each other’s? this means nothing.” it leans forward, on its root throne, and for a moment you step back. “no one you love is special. death will come for you all. that is all that matters, for you. it is all that will every matter.” it leans back, and smiles with too many teeth. “we give her trinkets, and long life, and the pleasure of being chosen. what can you offer, but death?”

you want to have some speech prepared, some grand statement of freedom and love and the power of humanity, but the words are like dead leaves in your mouth. they will mean nothing to it. they barely mean anything to you. 

“i want her back. you do not need a reason to take. i do not need a reason to take back.”

at this, the thing actually nods. “very well. what do you offer? what will i gain, for losing a treasure?” 

she knows she is a dead woman, perhaps not literally, but in all the ways that matter. so long as Ash is safe, alive and well and writing stupid papers until 2 in the morning, she will be content. 

“take what you want.”

it grins so wide she thinks its face will split. 


a life for a life.

you hate yourself. but the thought of ash, asleep in bed at home and safe and with eyes that are hers and are filled with life, you can get through it. 

he comes, as you knew her would. the phone call, panicked, “i’ve got her! i’ve got her! but i think she’s drugged or something you just know so much about this, can you help please please please?” he runs down the path, approaching the copse of trees you stand next to, in the dark, so dark he can’t see you’re alone. 

“hey! I’m here!” Shell gasps, skittering to a halt with a pack bouncing off his leg. “i’ve got some stuff i think might help, where is she?”

you look him in the eye (you owe him that at least) and you say, “I’m sorry.” you say “it was the only way.” 

he doesn’t scream, as you half-expected him to. he’s too smart for that. he turns and run, sprints, gallops away, flinging ramen packets as he goes. its not enough.

the trees grow close, and he suddenly falls into them, like a cartoon character. his eyes catch yours before he vanishes into the blackness between the boughs. there is not even room for hatred in all the brokenness.

he is gone, and then wind is cold and filled with the laughter of cruel things.

a life for a life.

the price is always too high, because they take something and the taking rips the life from you.


disclaimer: i am very white so pleasepleaseplease tell me if my writing of a black character was racist or demeaning in any way! i just wanna help and make more positive representation, but PLEASE tell me if I’m being racist or stepping over a line! thanks! 

Yale historian, professor, and Holocaust expert Timothy Snyder shared the following powerful thoughts:

Americans are no wiser than the Europeans who saw democracy yield to fascism, Nazism, or communism. Our one advantage is that we might learn from their experience. Now is a good time to do so. Here are twenty lessons from the twentieth century, adapted to the circumstances of today.

1. Do not obey in advance. Much of the power of authoritarianism is freely given. In times like these, individuals think ahead about what a more repressive government will want, and then start to do it without being asked. You’ve already done this, haven’t you? Stop. Anticipatory obedience teaches authorities what is possible and accelerates unfreedom.

2. Defend an institution. Follow the courts or the media, or a court or a newspaper. Do not speak of “our institutions” unless you are making them yours by acting on their behalf. Institutions don’t protect themselves. They go down like dominoes unless each is defended from the beginning.

3. Recall professional ethics. When the leaders of state set a negative example, professional commitments to just practice become much more important. It is hard to break a rule-of-law state without lawyers, and it is hard to have show trials without judges.

4. When listening to politicians, distinguish certain words. Look out for the expansive use of “terrorism” and “extremism.” Be alive to the fatal notions of “exception” and “emergency.” Be angry about the treacherous use of patriotic vocabulary.

5. Be calm when the unthinkable arrives. When the terrorist attack comes, remember that all authoritarians at all times either await or plan such events in order to consolidate power. Think of the Reichstag fire. The sudden disaster that requires the end of the balance of power, the end of opposition parties, and so on, is the oldest trick in the Hitlerian book. Don’t fall for it.

6. Be kind to our language. Avoid pronouncing the phrases everyone else does. Think up your own way of speaking, even if only to convey that thing you think everyone is saying. (Don’t use the internet before bed. Charge your gadgets away from your bedroom, and read.) What to read? Perhaps “The Power of the Powerless” by Václav Havel, 1984 by George Orwell, The Captive Mind by Czesław Milosz, The Rebel by Albert Camus, The Origins of Totalitarianism by Hannah Arendt, or Nothing is True and Everything is Possible by Peter Pomerantsev.

7. Stand out. Someone has to. It is easy, in words and deeds, to follow along. It can feel strange to do or say something different. But without that unease, there is no freedom. And the moment you set an example, the spell of the status quo is broken, and others will follow.

8. Believe in truth. To abandon facts is to abandon freedom. If nothing is true, then no one can criticize power, because there is no basis upon which to do so. If nothing is true, then all is spectacle. The biggest wallet pays for the most blinding lights.

9. Investigate. Figure things out for yourself. Spend more time with long articles. Subsidize investigative journalism by subscribing to print media. Realize that some of what is on your screen is there to harm you. Bookmark PropOrNot or other sites that investigate foreign propaganda pushes.

10. Practice corporeal politics. Power wants your body softening in your chair and your emotions dissipating on the screen. Get outside. Put your body in unfamiliar places with unfamiliar people. Make new friends and march with them.

11. Make eye contact and small talk. This is not just polite. It is a way to stay in touch with your surroundings, break down unnecessary social barriers, and come to understand whom you should and should not trust. If we enter a culture of denunciation, you will want to know the psychological landscape of your daily life.

12. Take responsibility for the face of the world. Notice the swastikas and the other signs of hate. Do not look away and do not get used to them. Remove them yourself and set an example for others to do so.

13. Hinder the one-party state. The parties that took over states were once something else. They exploited a historical moment to make political life impossible for their rivals. Vote in local and state elections while you can.

14. Give regularly to good causes, if you can. Pick a charity and set up autopay. Then you will know that you have made a free choice that is supporting civil society helping others doing something good.

15. Establish a private life. Nastier rulers will use what they know about you to push you around. Scrub your computer of malware. Remember that email is skywriting. Consider using alternative forms of the internet, or simply using it less. Have personal exchanges in person. For the same reason, resolve any legal trouble. Authoritarianism works as a blackmail state, looking for the hook on which to hang you. Try not to have too many hooks.

16. Learn from others in other countries. Keep up your friendships abroad, or make new friends abroad. The present difficulties here are an element of a general trend. And no country is going to find a solution by itself. Make sure you and your family have passports.

17. Watch out for the paramilitaries. When the men with guns who have always claimed to be against the system start wearing uniforms and marching around with torches and pictures of a Leader, the end is nigh. When the pro-Leader paramilitary and the official police and military intermingle, the game is over.

18. Be reflective if you must be armed. If you carry a weapon in public service, God bless you and keep you. But know that evils of the past involved policemen and soldiers finding themselves, one day, doing irregular things. Be ready to say no. (If you do not know what this means, contact the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum and ask about training in professional ethics.)

19. Be as courageous as you can. If none of us is prepared to die for freedom, then all of us will die in unfreedom.

20. Be a patriot. The [new] president is not. Set a good example of what America means for the generations to come. They will need it.

Americans are no wiser than the Europeans who saw democracy yield to fascism, Nazism, or communism. Our one advantage is that we might learn from their experience. Now is a good time to do so. Here are twenty lessons from the twentieth century, adapted to the circumstances of today.
1. Do not obey in advance. Much of the power of authoritarianism is freely given. In times like these, individuals think ahead about what a more repressive government will want, and then start to do it without being asked. You’ve already done this, haven’t you? Stop. Anticipatory obedience teaches authorities what is possible and accelerates unfreedom.
2. Defend an institution. Follow the courts or the media, or a court or a newspaper. Do not speak of “our institutions” unless you are making them yours by acting on their behalf. Institutions don’t protect themselves. They go down like dominoes unless each is defended from the beginning.
3. Recall professional ethics. When the leaders of state set a negative example, professional commitments to just practice become much more important. It is hard to break a rule-of-law state without lawyers, and it is hard to have show trials without judges.
4. When listening to politicians, distinguish certain words. Look out for the expansive use of “terrorism” and “extremism.” Be alive to the fatal notions of “exception” and “emergency.” Be angry about the treacherous use of patriotic vocabulary.
5. Be calm when the unthinkable arrives. When the terrorist attack comes, remember that all authoritarians at all times either await or plan such events in order to consolidate power. Think of the Reichstag fire. The sudden disaster that requires the end of the balance of power, the end of opposition parties, and so on, is the oldest trick in the Hitlerian book. Don’t fall for it.
6. Be kind to our language. Avoid pronouncing the phrases everyone else does. Think up your own way of speaking, even if only to convey that thing you think everyone is saying. (Don’t use the internet before bed. Charge your gadgets away from your bedroom, and read.) What to read? Perhaps “The Power of the Powerless” by Václav Havel, 1984 by George Orwell, The Captive Mind by Czesław Milosz, The Rebel by Albert Camus, The Origins of Totalitarianism by Hannah Arendt, or Nothing is True and Everything is Possible by Peter Pomerantsev.
7. Stand out. Someone has to. It is easy, in words and deeds, to follow along. It can feel strange to do or say something different. But without that unease, there is no freedom. And the moment you set an example, the spell of the status quo is broken, and others will follow.
8. Believe in truth. To abandon facts is to abandon freedom. If nothing is true, then no one can criticize power, because there is no basis upon which to do so. If nothing is true, then all is spectacle. The biggest wallet pays for the most blinding lights.
9. Investigate. Figure things out for yourself. Spend more time with long articles. Subsidize investigative journalism by subscribing to print media. Realize that some of what is on your screen is there to harm you. Learn about sites that investigate foreign propaganda pushes.
10. Practice corporeal politics. Power wants your body softening in your chair and your emotions dissipating on the screen. Get outside. Put your body in unfamiliar places with unfamiliar people. Make new friends and march with them.
11. Make eye contact and small talk. This is not just polite. It is a way to stay in touch with your surroundings, break down unnecessary social barriers, and come to understand whom you should and should not trust. If we enter a culture of denunciation, you will want to know the psychological landscape of your daily life.
12. Take responsibility for the face of the world. Notice the swastikas and the other signs of hate. Do not look away and do not get used to them. Remove them yourself and set an example for others to do so.
13. Hinder the one-party state. The parties that took over states were once something else. They exploited a historical moment to make political life impossible for their rivals. Vote in local and state elections while you can.
14. Give regularly to good causes, if you can. Pick a charity and set up autopay. Then you will know that you have made a free choice that is supporting civil society helping others doing something good.
15. Establish a private life. Nastier rulers will use what they know about you to push you around. Scrub your computer of malware. Remember that email is skywriting. Consider using alternative forms of the internet, or simply using it less. Have personal exchanges in person. For the same reason, resolve any legal trouble. Authoritarianism works as a blackmail state, looking for the hook on which to hang you. Try not to have too many hooks.
16. Learn from others in other countries. Keep up your friendships abroad, or make new friends abroad. The present difficulties here are an element of a general trend. And no country is going to find a solution by itself. Make sure you and your family have passports.
17. Watch out for the paramilitaries. When the men with guns who have always claimed to be against the system start wearing uniforms and marching around with torches and pictures of a Leader, the end is nigh. When the pro-Leader paramilitary and the official police and military intermingle, the game is over.
18. Be reflective if you must be armed. If you carry a weapon in public service, God bless you and keep you. But know that evils of the past involved policemen and soldiers finding themselves, one day, doing irregular things. Be ready to say no. (If you do not know what this means, contact the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum and ask about training in professional ethics.)
19. Be as courageous as you can. If none of us is prepared to die for freedom, then all of us will die in unfreedom.
20. Be a patriot. The incoming president is not. Set a good example of what America means for the generations to come. They will need it.
— 

Timothy Snyder, Housum Professor of History, Yale University, 15 November 2016.

This blog is no longer attempting to be an apolitical entity. Silence is complicity. Knowledge is power. And now is the time for historians to take a stand and speak out against dangerous precedents, official erasure, presidential untruths (or “alternative facts”), and the histories of authoritarian movements and oppression as they relate to our national and global realities.

The Haitian Revolution was one of the largest slave rebellions in history. Although it was not the first slave revolt to take place in what was then known as Saint Dominigue, it had one of the greatest impacts on society. The fighting began in August of 1791, but the desire for independence began long before. Fueled by the cruel and inhumane treatment by white slave owners, Slaves would call for a voodoo ceremony to prepare to TAKE their Freedom. During the ceremony, the slaves would call upon the voodoo warrior Spirit, Ogun, and leaders would be selected to lead the revolt. Now contrary to popular belief, Toussaint l’Overture would not be among the first leaders of the rebellion; he would come later. It would be a man named Boukman.

After the ceremony, over 10,000 slaves marched to battle and began killing their white oppressors. In a few short days, thousands of whites had been killed and the morale of the Black army was sky high. This battle would serve as the catalyst for the Haitian revolution and eventually over 500,000 slaves and Free Blacks would join the battle for Independence. For years this Black Army, now lead by Toussaint l’Overture and Jean-Jacques Dessalines, would fight and defend their land. They would defeat the French armies several times along with the English and Spanish. In 1803, Toussaint would eventually be captured and die in prison but the revolution would not end there. Dessalines would lead the blacks and defeat the French once again forcing them to leave the land for good.

On January 1, 1804, Jean-Jacques Dessalines declared the nation Independent and renamed it Haiti. Haiti would become the first black republic in the world and one of few nations to win its independence from a European power. Slavery was abolished and a constitution would be provided that granted rights to all Haitian people. Most of all, the Haitian Revolution provided the inspiration for nations, not just black, but all over the world to begin to fight for Freedom. Had it not been for this Black Allegiance, lands such as Dominican Republic would never have gained their Independence.
“The Only Thing Necessary for Evil to Prevail Is for Good Men to do Nothing.”
Written By @KingKwajo

1997

Part One

Reader x Jeon Jeongguk (ft. Kim Taehyung)

Words: 8,786

Genre: Dystopia (M)

Warnings: Angst, Murders, Poor finances, a lot of death mention.

The flats of your shoes scraped uncomfortably against the uneven ground that paved the route towards your shabby apartment. It was a cold March day with little to no people around at this time. The winds were starting to pick up with a chill that made the heat rush to the surface of your cheeks in attempt to warm you up. 

Posters flapped in the wind, making a sound that curled your stomach in disgust as you passed by the same picture plastered on every fence, every wall and every corner. 

You carried your body with an astounding amount of heaviness, for each day you continued to live; you were not living at all. You’ve never known a difference; it had been this way since before you were born, since before your mother was born and before your mother’s mother. 

Some days you wished to never have been born, it would have been better than being stuck here. Your hands shoved themselves awkwardly within the confinements of pockets as you glanced around the perimeter of your surroundings. 

They were watching, they were always watching. Whether it be through telescreens, through your own thoughts, through the posters, the street lamps or the spies. Your life and much like others shared the same fate as everyone in the past. You were to die, you were all to die. 

Though this fact did not frighten you or matter much, since you were already dead and have been since you were born.

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when the worst is over, it’s time to chill

anonymous asked:

How about dating headcanons for Isabelle Lightwood? :)

!!!! Izzy owns my heart

  • Admiring her self confidence! She absolutely owns who she is, and you love her for it!
  • Trying to share clothes with her, before ultimately realizing it’s not really your style. 
  • Her doing your makeup and hair!!!!
  • Constantly complimenting each other and having an incredibly supportive relationship. 
  • Trying to hide the fact that you’re dating, but everyone at the Institute already knows. It’s just a fact at this point. You think you’re really sneaky about sleeping in each other’s rooms, but you’re really not. 
  • It’s actually Jace who guesses that you’re both in a relationship first.
  • Going on doubles date with Magnus and Alec. 
  • Becoming best friends with Magnus! You see each other pretty often, and you both have the shared experience of dating a Lightwood, and you become fast friends. You buy him a piece of arrow jewelry jokingly, and het starts to buy you snake themed jewelry. It becomes an inside joke of sorts. 
  • Standing by her throughout the trial, and preparing to fight for Izzy’s freedom. 
  • Threatening to exile yourself as well, as long as it means you can be with her. 
  • Feeling so much joy when she’s deemed unguilty, and kissing her in front of everyone. That’s how it is officially known that you are dating. 
  • Trying to get on her mother’s good side, pretty much in vain. 
  • Max treating you like an older sister. He reminds you a lot of when you were a kid, and you always try to help him with his runes. 
  • Going dancing together! Izzy loves to dance, and she’s incredibly good at it too. You guys are always the queens of the dance floor. 
  • Being incredibly unapologetic for who you are, which is just the influence she seems to have on people. 
  • Always helping her pick out outfits for missions and laughing as she tries on ridiculous wigs. 
  • Loving to be out in Brooklyn and New York City together, especially exploring at night. You always keep each other safe, and you love the dark in combination with the city lights. 
  • “You know Izzy, it’s no coincidence you have angel blood in you, because you are my angel.”
  • “You’re a Shadowhunter too you know.” 
  • Trying to learn Spanish with her! And loving when she speaks in Spanish. 
  • Being supportive and amazing girlfriends!!!

//ask me monday! (last one!)

After his first conviction for the aggravated kidnapping of Carol DaRonch, Ted Bundy was hooked on the idea of escaping from prison. He asked more experienced inmates on how he would go about escaping, and they suggested that hiding in a prison cargo truck might be a good idea. The trucks were rarely searched and other inmates had been successful in this escape method. Confident, Bundy began to prepare for his shot of freedom. He stashed food in his overalls and made his way toward a truck on the day when it was his turn to work in the bay area. However, a prisoner had snitched on him and he was sent to a maximum security cell.

Bundy decided that he would have a much better chance of escape in Colorado. He knew his move to a jailhouse in Aspen was imminent, so he began memorizing maps of the surrounding areas, so he’d have somewhere to go when he was free. After becoming more familiar with his new home in Colorado, he noted that the second floor library window was always left open in the heat of the summer. It was quite a fall, so he spent a week jumping from the top bunk of his bed to “Strengthen his ankles” to prepare for the fall. (Funnily enough, he still sprained his ankles)

When the guard stepped out into the hallway for a cigarette, Bundy leapt out the window successfully and ran off into the distance. The killer had made his first successful escape. Two or three minutes later, a passerby walked into the jailhouse with a mystified look upon her face. She approached the dozing deputy and asked: “Did you know… that a man has just jumped from your upstairs window and ran off?” The deputy’s panic was matched by a loud ruckus coming down the wooden stairs. He looked up at the guard’s ashen face who simply blurted out: “He’s gone.”

What is Right?

Pairing: Slight!Peter Parker x Reader, Dad!Tony

A/N: Well, thank you @nicolejones412 for this heart-wrenching suggestion! I hope I did it justice.


“I just want to do what’s right! Tony can see that, why can’t you?” her boyfriend said.

“Peter! My father is letting his fear control him. This ‘registration act’ isn’t right!” (Y/N) argued. “You should know better than anyone! You’re a vigilante, for crying out loud!”

“I was a vigilante. It’s different now…”

“Yeah, because the government is controlling who you can and can’t save now.”

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jay345sal28  asked:

Time travel AU. Starting from a little after the movie with Bog realizing he and Marianne are together. He starts to worry what kind of future they can have with each having their own kingdoms and responsibilities and aren't even the same kind of fae. Hoping to calm his concerns Griselda mentions a spell that lets the user glimpse 5min in the future on the blue moon. But Bog has no patience in waiting and casts the spell wrong. He wakes up in the past a week before Marianne's wedding to Roland.

He wakes up in his bed.

His bed that is supposed to still be lost to the ruin of his Castle.

Some part of him desperately clings to the idea that he didn’t make a mistake, that this whole spell wasn’t another magical folly, that this bed is merely the bed he will have in the future, their bed, the one that he and Marianne will share…

But everything is…

Everything is just how he remembers it, only…different. The walls of his fortress aren’t as cracked and brittle…

He feels younger, and…the scars she has given him are missing, the small testaments to their sparring, the first of his scars Bog had ever felt any fondness for-  

He rushes to the Throne Room, just to make sure, and gods damn it all, the skylight is gone, his old Castle still stands, it’s the same as it was so long ago – 

Bog curses violently and vividly. This is what you get for bloody messing around with magic.

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Scandal Fanfic: Smells of Home

Chapter 5 of Soul’s Release Series.

Tag for trininadz

It was so cold. She could feel the grimy steel under her clammy palms. Her palms began to sting with numbness as she increased her forcefulness, pounding against the door. She could feel the stinging in her throat as she prepared to yell for her freedom. She had to get out.

Olivia let her anger and frustration strengthen her as she continued her task, determined to force her way through three inches of steel. In an instant, the hard, cold metal was replaced by the firm, warm grip of hands around her wrists.

“No!” she screamed as she struggled to be free. The grip didn’t slacken and she began to buck and kick trying to be release. Her eyes were tightly shut but she could see the face clearly. Strong brows merged with soft eyes. A flow from pale to olive skin. Brunette hair changed shades as though the man was walking through sunlight and shadows. The faces of her captors shifting and merging into one.

Then suddenly it was dark. The face and her surroundings disappeared and all she could do was feel. The stinging of her hands were soothed by the coolness of soft kisses. Her eyes remained shut but the tension in her face and body began to relax. Her breathing transitioned from quick, hyperventilating breaths to deeper hiccups mixed with shallower ones.

As she calmed, Olivia could feel more thoroughly. The lips had stopped kissing and were just pressed against her palms. She could now feel deep vibrations running from her hands, down her arms, and through her chest. He was humming a soothing and familiar tone while gently cupping her hands to his face. She could feel his rough stubble and closed eyes as he continued with the calming gestures. She traced his brows with her fingertips with a feather touch before she felt herself drift back into the peaceful solitude of a dreamless sleep.


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