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Miss-Wynter

Miss Wynter
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  • Deviant for 17 years
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Favourite genre of music: METAL

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you remeber me? I'm 6Dark6Elf6! xD

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Yes omg i just recovered my account after 5 years!
Someone was breathing in my room.

Somewhere, in the darkness, someone
was watching me. I felt my own breath halt in my throat as I
tried to filter the background from that one, simple sound I’d heard,
waiting for it to happen again. If it was regular, I knew, it was
alive, real.

There. Again. A faint exhale of air over a lips.

Now I could sense a presence. It filled the room, surrounded me in a
rising wave of fear. I still hadn’t taken a breath and now I felt
myself gag with terror as I tried to open my mouth to let more air in,
but couldn’t. Something tight and adhesive was across my mouth,
gagging me, a sickly taste of glue across my tongue. A red a hot rush of adrenaline hit every extremity at the same time as I exploded in a frenzy, writhing against the straps that
bound my legs and arms to the bed. Dear god, what was this horror that wrapped me to the bed, my back, sticky with sweat. Tight broad straps of inflexible bounds held me fast to my prone position, as if I’d woken fro ma nightmare, into a nightmare. They bit into my skin as the
realisation came upon me, that I was trapped.

The room glowed suddenly, and I froze. There, to my right, sitting on
the floor with his back against the wall, I briefly caught sight
of a mans figure in the red ember of the cigarette, burned into my retina. He sat,
still, pulsating in my minds eye.It was O’leary. I was sure. Terrified, and sure. The acrid-sweet pungent fug of his Sweet Aftons filled my heaving senses.
wow.... i haven't logged on in a long long time, this was a nice surprise...
Wow that was I long time ago when I was still smoking Aftons. Do you still have that welding helmut in the closet.

When do you want to have an interaction?
fanx 4 the face *hugs for an uncomfortably long time*
at least we know your beauty isn't just skin deep.

In her action..... sad is fraction
the lowest numer is the numb her one

ouch! ( secream it )