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((Open RP. I'm him.)) the robotic soldiers force my arms down and I bend to their will. I hear a pair of shoes walk up to my and someone tips my head up. "What do you want?" (Be the captor. Male or female.) (credit to @Maud)

)) the robotic soldiers force my arms down and I bend to their will. I hear a pair of shoes walk up to my and someone tips my head up." (Be the captor.

Lucas is not a waterbaby

" The voicemail ended with a click. Devin dropped the phone. The entire world spun. A sob caught in his chest as he grabbed onto the wall behind him for balance. Why had he ignored that call?

"Get the hell away from me, bastard," Nick bit out, but the hands gripped his head tightly when he tried to jerk away, fingers digging into his skin. "That's not very polite, Nicky," was the hissed reply. Nick clenched his jaw, teeth grinding together painfully as he stared into the blue eyes. "You don't get to fucking call me that. Only my brother can call me that."

" Mary says, and Alex's nose starts to drip." Why is my nose bleeding?" He asked, and Mary shushed him gently.

"Cecellia? Cecelia!!" Theoden's rough hand cradles the fragile face of the warrior princess. Her own hands despreratly clawing for a hold, while her legs give way beneath her. In one swift motion she lies in his arms, eyes fluttering, than finally closing. As they both begin to be covered in an gory layer of blood Kipling realises how tragic their situation could be. How long had she been hiding her wound? How much longer could he keep her breathing?

Bishop and Katsi after her parents die (Square face, small cleft chin, thin receding hairline, small scar under left eye

The chain was too short for Charlie to get to his feet; he was forced to remain on his knees, in a position he knew pleased his abductor, if the disturbing pleasured moans at the sight of him were anything to go by.

The chain was too short for Alex to get to his feet, yanking him down with each futile attempt to stand. A groan of annoyance emitted from the male as he rapped his fingers against the floorboards, wracking his brain for an idea that just might save him.

Color Bandits

Color Bandits

The white, pristine, deadly new model of a gun hung by the man's side as another grabbed my arms, twisting them back and forcing me to my knees

Jared, Naftali
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