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She fiddled with a dial as he wriggled against the wires and cuffs which held him in place. “Don’t worry” she smiled.” I’ll make sure the charge is…graduated.”
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She fiddled with a dial as he wriggled against the wires and cuffs which held him in place. “Don’t worry” she smiled.” I’ll make sure the charge is…graduated.”
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“You…you can’t do this.” Peter’s voice shook.
“I think you’ll find I already have.”
“You bastard,” Peter spat, “you total bastard!”
“Well,” smiled Stephen, “quite.”
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He turned and watched as she pulled the door closed behind her. It felt like an ending but he knew this wasn’t over. Not quite.
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The Wall’s rough stone loomed as she held up the merchant’s head in one hand, her bloodied sword in the other. “Now THAT’s what I call a trade barrier,” she grinned.
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They said it was the loneliest number and, after a lot of thought, she found she agreed. Though only if you didn’t count all the others.
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He hovered, nose nudging the satin smoothness of her flesh. He raised his eyes, soft gaze travelling up her body. “With your permission?” he breathed.
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His mum always told him “Say what you mean, mean what you say.” So he did.
Oh well, that’s that career down the toilet.
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He stopped feeling lonely and felt confused. With the head in one hand and a leg in the other, he read again the side of the box: “Limited Assembly Required”