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Kazemon Tickle Art TradeKazemon flew with outstanding grace and elegance through the tunnels stretching through the huge mountain, she had found the day to be most boring and needed a good thrill so traversing the narrow, isolated tunnels of this mysterious mountain seemed the perfect fit. The gentle summer breeze flooded in from outside sending a heavenly cooling sensation through, with each mild gust bringing a smile to Kazemon's face. As she delved deeper into the mysterious mountain she began to notice strange fleshy pods lining the roofs of the winding caves and spider webbing lining the walls, shimmering in the sunlight which penetrated the darkness through deep cracks in the surrounding rock. Kazemon turned in a circle to look behind her trying to remember the path she had taken to end up so deep into the mountain when suddenly she hit something, a large sticky web that engulfed the entirety of the tunnel now held her in its embrace. She instantly attempted to struggle and free herself serving only to
Kidnapped Bellydancer Part 2The next afternoon, as the other employees were getting ready for the evening's opening, the manager walked out of his office with a worried look on his face. Jennifer was two hours late and this sent up a red flag because she was NEVER late.
"Has anyone seen Jennifer?" He asked his workers.
When everyone in the main room shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders, his anxiety increased.
"I tried calling her cell and her house phone but I didn't get any answer." One waitress piped up. "What's worse is I've been trying all day."
If the manager wasn't on pins and needles before, he was now, especially after hearing that Jen wasn't able to be reached all day.
"Now, I AM worried." He said as he grabbed his coat. "I'm going to her house right now. Something's wrong."
A more prophetic sataement was never spoken. Something was indeed wrong and he was about to find out how right he was. The s
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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