Copy Written

Copy Written

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Intermail on no names account "I've token your website tell one person and I tell police what you've done" @donotreply so do not reply lizzy -anonymous Sent from laptop "Excuse me who are you and how my name and what are you talking about you creepo " @intermail creepo what are you talking about -no name Sent from phone "Lissy I am not a creepo ok? If you tell one person that I took your United us help website I will tell the police everything you've done. And why did you reply I told you not to??" @intermail lets chat then -anonymous Sent from laptop "Who are you and why are you hacking no why are you stealing no why are you copy writing my website you monster what have you done??!! " @intermail stop please -no name Sent from computer "You've learned too much lizzy sadly I have to delete all this. Yes cry now this time if you reply I'm hacking into your intermail account and never letting you access it ever again. " @noreplyREALLY do not do it. Sent from (<]{not available ()<}]) AUTOMATIC LOG OFF FOR (<[}No name <{{[) ) PLEASE STAND BY FOR NO VIRUS GLITCHES STAND BY..........)(<~][]) WARNING LOG BACK IN TOMMOROW FOR. NO VIRUSES WARNING.
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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