Dancing With The Enemy

Dancing With The Enemy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Aug 12, 2014
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She was dangerous, one look at her and I knew, I would spend my life obsessing, studying and watching her, always from a distance of course. She's cold like winter, dark and dangerous like my favourite novels, impossible to figure out. She's like a good maths equation, she's never easy and even when she gives you an answer, it's not always right. She's fascinating to watch, like a double agent! The way she plots, the way she slips under the radar, going unnoticed, and never by accident, but by choice. She works insanely hard to appear invisible. She's smart, smarter than you'd ever think, one look from her and she's got you figured out. ---A bit of everything in this story, Lesbian moments, strong language, violence. Don't like it? Don't read it-- Note: Slow updates to be expected as I don't really know where I'm going with this story, it's just an idea I got and I haven't thought it through fully, but I will be updating and I will continue the story, so please be patient! Thank you xo
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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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