L'homme aux phobies

L'homme aux phobies

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Jeanne et Maloë vivent depuis dix ans une belle histoire d'amour. L'année de leur dixième anniversaire de vie commune, elles vont vivre une série d'agression physique et psychique. Enfermées dans une prison, elles vont subir des picothérapies, des insomnizes, des séquestrations hypnotiques de la part de psychiatres, de psychologues et de scientifiques qui travaillent pour le gouvernement MARÉCHALE. Les violences ne font que révéler l'amour profond qui existe entre les deux femmes. Cette injustice, fait naître une évidence, la liberté d'être soi, tel un combat pour vivre son bonheur dans une société qui veut changer tout ce qui est en dehors des normes religieuses.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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