BloodGetsThin13
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"Remove your clothes" Flora ordered as I quickly fumbled with my torn dress, leaving me to shiver in nothing but my thin fabric underneath. I watched her make a twirl with her finger as I forcefully tapped my feet all the way around, stopping once I was completely faced the other way.
More instantly than expected, a snapped echoed throughout the air along with my cries, and I dropped down to my bruised knees.
Another snap! echoed throughout the room as the rough rope continued to gradually create friction with my pale skin. "Why must you always be so-" another whip clashed against my back "damn" my skin fizzled with the pain of the third hit, "stubborn" Flora said, whipping me for the forth time.
Instantly I looked up, horrified as I saw her raise the rope once more, ready to hit me. "Please" I yelped, stoping her with my sour tone. "Please stop" I sobbed.
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Book Riddle: I do the speak of compact, I do not speak by heart. This story, sings from the brittle bone of a prince, a newly wed. I see red, I see blue, I see white stripes in a stabbing duel. When the king falls, he will rise. London's head cracks open, and their necks gush out sticky dyed goo. He is evil, so he is, but nothing can escape, the toxic sensation within.