Old mums naked

2020.10.24 00:46 The_ChainedOne The enslaved god

Diary of the High King
Translated by Slinger – English to Primordial Strata Script
Year – 252 after Nexus
Old Calendar: approx. 2273
Approximate date of events: 1 BN (before Nexus)
So as following my usual habits I record my days event and reflect on things but seeing as these events are quite dense and rich in detail I thought I will make a second recording with much more detail. So without further delay. Here goes.
We stay in a suburb part of a bigger city. Let’s call this place The Hills. Somewhere along the southern African Coast. Now we stay in a pretty old house with crazy rumors of it being haunted. Things break, sounds from the walls and so forth. All pretty standard supernatural stuff. The professionals have all chipped in and can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong.
Or so they say. Truth is the house is just old. A combination of benign factors making it a mystery. For example the blue prints for it don’t appear to be accurate. There’s parts which don’t really show up on the blue prints. None seem to impose any risks or health hazards. However safety officials once upon a time passed it as safe and that’s that.
We moved in about 7 years ago and nothing remotely supernatural happens. Sure we heard the noises and things breaking. But even my superstitious and religious mum is quite adamant nothing is wrong. And so life is good as it gets in this neck of the woods, crime and socio economic issues aside.
Which is why quite a number of residents carry firearms. I count as one of them. Life can be quite dangerous in these parts. We regularly hear gunshots and sure as the sun sets, there’s an abundance of videos circulating about residents and the criminal elements engaging in shoot outs.
However our house does have one little secret that it guards quite closely. A solid basement hatch, made of steel that almost looks…alien. There is no handle. No lock. Just a weird symbol on it. The surface looks quite neat and clean and at a glance passes for being a new addition. However upon closer inspection you realize it really is super old. In fact after a few months of moving here we all agreed that it almost seems that everything was built around it. It was hidden but not too hidden to the denizens. It’s almost as if you had to know what you were looking for. However it still remained extremely accessible. Which is exactly the reason me and my older brother once embarked on a week long escapade to open the hatch no matter what.
We spent two hours alternating blows with hammers, drilling till we broke the drill bits. Blow torches left no impression of the hell like temperatures thrust upon the metal. It was impenetrable. We got numerous of our friends to try and crack it and even promising them a reward if they got it open. We even fired a shotgun at it. However the bullets upon impact did something truly miraculous. It didn’t ricochet. It didn’t penetrate it. It simply did nothing. Bullets left whole as if placed on top of the hatch.
We put a rug on it. Forgot about it.
I just got back from work last Friday. Mum left for India. Brother was out of the area for work as usual, I was not expecting him back for another week. I had the entire house to myself.
I get in about 3 30 pm. I do my usual routine for when I return home. Pet the dogs, top their water up. Set my bag down. Play some music in the background and begin to unwind. I pat my pocket checking for the familiar bulge of my mobile device.
I whip it out and check there’s a text message from my friend:
6 pm your house? I got beers
Sure. Steak?
I’ll bring some of mums sauce.
I jam my phone back into my pocket and move on. I take out the meat and ponder what else to serve with it. I noted I have an extra piece and began to cut this one for my two Rottweilers, Rocky and Arya.
The next, in a moment of almost deafening silence. A sound broke the supernatural silence
CLICK
After a few seconds of listening intently for any further sounds, I realized the sound came from the lounge. I walk in, scan the room and see nothing out of the ordinary. I deflate on the couch and just allow my senses to relax and straighten myself out a bit. I rub my temples to ease the tension and after I feel mildly better I crack open my eyes in a lazy regard worthy of no sight.
Like a firework dispersing in a pitch black sky the bulge in the carpet popped up in my field of vision and I once again found my senses surge and my curiosity peak. I regained my composure and made a move to move the carpet back to closer examine what it might be. It was with a certain degree of apprehension I undertook this action due to the fact that in that exact spot is the location of the Hatch.
I flipped the carpet and realized then and there that the bulge was because the symbol etched into the hatch for whatever godforsaken reason was now standing up straight very clearly making a handle.
For good reason I now felt a certain of dread. I knew. I just fuckin knew if I pull that handle it will open smooth as hot knife through butter. I needed to go in prepared.
I felt in the back of my waist for the comforting bulge of my gun. I checked ammo and grabbed an extra mag. I got a small switch blade that I keep in my persons for mundane cutting. I took a baseball bat in hand and grabbed a flashlight from the Kitchen counter.
I took a deep breath and regarded the handle. I mentally pictured myself grab the handle and open it with ease and make a bold descent. I opened my eyes and as confidently as possible pulled the handle
Fuck
Of course it’s not going to open easily. It took a fair amount of effort and felt close to breaking a sweat, when I finally got it open.
I peeked down and processed what I saw. It wasn’t much. I could see three steps down and then just darkness. For some odd reason the darkness didn’t seem threatening at all. In fact it was only a split second that fear of looking at darkness and the unknown that seems to accompany it, was present, my mind simply blanked over. It was almost like a nudge.
I clicked my flashlight on and made the descent.
One step, two, three
Pure dread
It just hit me like a tidal wave. The air stank of it. It felt primordial. Like sacred ground. However this time a very distinct pull of my conscious nudged me forward and I continued. The power seemed to engulf everything.
At the bottom of the 25 or so steps with solid steel in a tunnel like structure all around us I hit the bottom. I paused for a second at the bottom and I noted my own apprehension and fear. This is not normal I slowly began to realize. Everything about this so far is screaming run.
It opened into a storage room/ office like space. There was a checkpoint like what you might see at an airport. There seems to have once been life here quite recently or so my senses indicated. However there was a black stain like a hole on the wall as if scorched. What the bloody hell can scorch that metal I pondered. It was at this point I though it wise to take pictures and maybe record some audio at the very least. I took out my mobile device to take a snap.
Dead. The screen is just black.
I was quite sure that I had charge and tried to turn it on. Nothing. Fuck. It’s broken. I pocketed it and continued my journey passing the airport gates so to say to a room. A tiny room. About 5 meters by 4. There was a single door at the end of the room.
I proceeded to approach the door
The closer I got to the door the thicker the air got. My hairs stood on edge. I felt close to choking.
I regarded the door knob for a few seconds. It seemed old. Antique. Something that screamed old money. It was quite frankly, a classy door all things considered. I pulled on the handle and mentally prepared myself to enter the room.
I stepped through the day and allowed myself to process what I saw. The room seemed to light up and come to life the moment I stepped in.
I didn’t see much else around the room because my attention was dominated by what I saw in the middle of the room.
A man
Except it wasn’t really a man. He looked alien, sick at first glance. His hands were shackled at the wrist and the chains pulled firm to make his arms extend slightly higher than his shoulders. He wore tatted green robes that hang loosely over his frame which extended to a hood over his head. His head more or less eye level with me despite the fact I could see that he was not standing or seated but bent on his knees, making him somewhere close to 2 meters tall possibly over. The position looked forced and regarding the man I realized I could not quite figure out what was wrong with him.
I jumped back as the man let out a series of racking coughs that sounded weak and pathetic. I began to now pity the man as I realized he’s here, not by his will, rather that he is a captive in this basement. I pondered my next move carefully as the situation that I was now thrust in, dawned upon me.
I decided that the first two important things I needed to get done was make two phone calls. The man in chains was clearly not going anywhere so he posed no threat to me. I made up my mind to go back upstairs and get help when I felt a jolt that whipped my attention back to the man.
I immediately locked eyes with the man and found myself overwhelmed. His eyes I realized were almost reptilian in nature. His pupils were large and his irises being a bright brilliant green flecked with gold that seemed to shift and change ever so slightly. They hinted at a sharp brain not one confined to chains, his gaze made me feel bare, my mind naked as if he knew everything about me. After 3 seconds I realized with horror that what stared back at me was in no possible way human, that look he gave had power. I sensed the violence behind it yet simply felt subservient under it, as if the power commanded and bent me to its will. Behave and you shall live was the unspoken message. It now held me in place.
Then with a slight head tilt up in recognition and with a smirk almost unnoticeable, a voice cracked the silence. A single word, almost lazy.
“Mortal”
The bat I realized was slipping out of my hands, my knees buckled and my vision grew hazy.
The last thing I remember is that smirk turning to a slight frown.
I blacked out.
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2020.10.23 19:50 The_ChainedOne Old mums naked

Hi guys. My first ever post and first piece i am ever publishing.
I welcome all and any criticism. Be that by line, paragraph, concepts, grammar and basically any information that will be of assistance is very much appreciated!
Please bare in mind for those hailing from certain regions i may use the alternate spelling for words so some individuals may tag these as spelling errors.

Diary of the High King
Translated by Slinger – English to Primordial Strata Script
Year – 252 after Nexus
Old Calendar: approx. 2273
Approximate date of events: 1 BN (before Nexus)

So as following my usual habits I record my days event and reflect on things but seeing as these events are quite dense and rich in detail I thought I will make a second recording with much more detail. So without further delay. Here goes.
We stay in a suburb part of a bigger city. Let’s call this place The Hills. Somewhere along the southern African Coast. Now we stay in a pretty old house with crazy rumors of it being haunted. Things break, sounds from the walls and so forth. All pretty standard supernatural stuff. The professionals have all chipped in and can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong.
Or so they say. Truth is the house is just old. A combination of benign factors making it a mystery. For example the blue prints for it don’t appear to be accurate. There’s parts which don’t really show up on the blue prints. None seem to impose any risks or health hazards. However safety officials once upon a time passed it as safe and that’s that.
We moved in about 7 years ago and nothing remotely supernatural happens. Sure we heard the noises and things breaking. But even my superstitious and religious mum is quite adamant nothing is wrong. And so life is good as it gets in this neck of the woods, Crime and socio economic issues aside.
Which is why quite a number of residents carry firearms. I count as one of them. Life can be quite dangerous in these parts. We regularly hear gunshots and sure as the sun sets, there’s an abundance of videos circulating about residents and the criminal elements engaging in shoot outs.
However our house does have one little secret that it guards quite closely. A solid basement hatch, made of steel that almost looks…alien. There is no handle. No lock. Just a weird symbol on it. The surface looks quite neat and clean and at a glance passes for being a new addition. However upon closer inspection you realize it really is super old. In fact after a few months of moving here we all agreed that it almost seems that everything was built around it. It was hidden but not too hidden to the denizens. It’s almost as if you had to know what you were looking for. However it still remained extremely accessible. Which is exactly the reason me and my older brother once embarked on a week long escapade to open the hatch no matter what.
We spent two hours alternating blows with hammers, drilling till we broke the drill bits. Blow torches left no impression of the hell like temperatures thrust upon the metal. It was impenetrable. We got numerous of our friends to try and crack it and even promising them a reward if they got it open. We even fired a shotgun at it. However the bullets upon impact did something truly miraculous. It didn’t ricochet. It didn’t penetrate it. It simply did nothing. Bullets left whole as if placed on top of the hatch.
We put a rug on it. Forgot about it.
I just got back from work last Friday. Mum left for India. Brother was out of the area for work as usual, I was not expecting him back for another week. I had the entire house to myself.
I get in about 3 30 pm. I do my usual routine for when I return home. Pet the dogs, top their water up. Set my bag down. Play some music in the background and begin to unwind. I pat my pocket checking for the familiar bulge of my mobile device.
I whip it out and check there’s a text message from my friend:
6pm your house? I got beers
Sure. Steak?
I’ll bring some of mums sauce.
I shot back an emoticon and jam my phone back into my pocket. I take out the meat and ponder what else to serve with it. I noted I have an extra piece and began to cut this one for my two Rottweilers, Rocky and Arya.
The next, in a moment of almost deafening silence. A sound broke the supernatural silence
CLICK
After a few seconds of listening intently for any further sounds, I realized the sound came from the lounge. I walk in, scan the room and see nothing out of the ordinary. I deflate on the couch and just allow my senses to relax and straighten myself out a bit. I rub my temples to ease the tension and after I feel mildly better I crack open my eyes in a lazy regard worthy of no sight.
Like a firework dispersing in a pitch black sky the bulge in the carpet popped up in my field of vision and I once again found my senses surge and my curiosity peak. I regained my composure and made a move to move the carpet back to closer examine what it might be. It was with a certain degree of apprehension I undertook this action due to the fact that in that exact spot is the location of the Hatch.
I flipped the carpet and realized then and there that the bulge was because the symbol etched into the hatch for whatever godforsaken reason was now standing up straight very clearly making a handle.
For good reason I now felt a certain of dread. I knew. I just fuckin knew if I pull that handle it will open smooth as hot knife through butter. I needed to go in prepared.
I felt in the back of my waist for the comforting bulge of my gun. I checked ammo and grabbed an extra mag. I got a small switch blade that I keep in my persons for mundane cutting. I took a baseball bat in hand and grabbed a flashlight from the Kitchen counter.
I took a deep breath and regarded the handle. I mentally pictured myself grab the handle and open it with ease and make a bold descent. I opened my eyes and as confidently as possible pulled the handle
Fuck
Of course it’s not going to open easily. It took a fair amount of effort and felt close to breaking a sweat, when I finally got it open.
I peeked down and processed what I saw. It wasn’t much. I could see three steps down and then just darkness. For some odd reason the darkness didn’t seem threatening at all. In fact it was only a split second that fear of looking at darkness and the unknown that seems to accompany it, was present, my mind simply blanked over. It was almost like a nudge.
I clicked my flashlight on and made the descent.
One step, two, three
Pure dread
It just hit me like a tidal wave. The air stank of it. It felt primordial. Like sacred ground. However this time a very distinct pull of my conscious nudged me forward and I continued. The power seemed to engulf everything.
At the bottom of the 25 or so steps with solid steel in a tunnel like structure all around us I hit the bottom. I Paused for a second at the bottom and I noted my own apprehension and fear. This is not normal I slowly began to realize. Everything about this so far is screaming run.
It opened into a storage room/ office like space. There was a checkpoint like what you might see at an airport. There seems to have once been life here quite recently or so my senses indicated. However there was a black stain like a hole on the wall as if scorched. What the bloody hell can scorch that metal I pondered. It was at this point I though it wise to take pictures and maybe record some audio at the very least. I took out my mobile device to take a snap.
Dead. The screen is just black.
I was quite sure that I had charge and tried to turn it on. Nothing. Fuck. It’s broken. I pocketed it and continued my journey passing the airport gates so to say to a room. A tiny room. About 5 meters by 4. There was a single door at the end of the room.
I proceeded to approach the door
The closer I got to the door the thicker the air got. My hairs stood on edge. I felt close to choking.
I regarded the door knob for a few seconds. It seemed old. Antique. Something that screamed old money. It was quite frankly, a classy door all things considered. I pulled on the handle and mentally prepared myself to enter the room.
I stepped through the day and allowed myself to process what I saw. The room seemed to light up and come to life the moment I stepped in.
I didn’t see much else around the room because my attention was dominated by what I saw in the middle of the room.
A man
Except it wasn’t really a man. He looked alien, sick at first glance. His hands were shackled at the wrist and the chains pulled firm to make his arms extend slightly higher than his shoulders. He wore tatted green robes that hang loosely over his frame which extended to a hood over his head. His head more or less eye level with me despite the fact I could see that he was not standing or seated but bent on his knees, making him somewhere close to 2 meters tall possibly over. The position looked forced and regarding the man I realized I could not quite figure out what was wrong with him.
I jumped back as the man let out a series of racking coughs that sounded weak and pathetic. I began to now pity the man as I realized he’s here, not by his will, rather that he is a captive in this basement. I pondered my next move carefully as the situation that I was now thrust in, dawned upon me.
I decided that the first two important things I needed to get done was make two phone calls. The man in chains was clearly not going anywhere so he posed no threat to me. I made up my mind to go back upstairs and get help when I felt a jolt that whipped my attention back to the man.
I immediately locked eyes with the man and found myself overwhelmed. His eyes I realized were almost reptilian in nature. His pupils were large and his irises being a bright brilliant green flecked with gold that seemed to shift and change ever so slightly. They hinted at a sharp brain not one confined to chains, his gaze made me feel bare, my mind naked as if he knew everything about me. After 3 seconds I realized with horror that what stared back at me was in no possible way human, that look he gave had power. I sensed the violence behind it yet simply felt subservient under it, as if the power commanded and bent me to its will. Behave and you shall live was the unspoken message. It now held me in place.
Then with a slight head tilt up in recognition and with a smirk almost unnoticeable, a voice cracked the silence. A single word, almost lazy.
“Mortal”
The bat I realized was slipping out of my hands, my knees buckled and my vision grew hazy.
The last thing I remember is that smirk turning to a slight frown.
I blacked out.
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2020.10.19 02:22 F0L20 I slapped my dad for sleeping/F*cK with my mum while they were half drunk (they are divorced)

This happened the day after my birthday. My mum is not a good drinker when she reaches her limit she gets a kind of psychotic attack and starts breaking things specifically my dad's glass bottles (the most expensive or cheapest ones) .this is because ten years ago my dad was unfaithful to my mum with our neighbour (which he denies but all the neighbours knew and my older sister knew) and my mum in revenge threw away all my dad's wine collection (2000 dollars in the trash) from there it has been the same always.
Despite the fact that they were drinking that night, the next morning they continued to do so and my mum hadn't detoxified enough so the drink accumulated with yesterday's in her system and she went crazy trying to hit my dad and break what she could. In that my dad tells me (his daughter) to control her or else he could beat her (he is a violent man, he beat my mum in front of us when I was 5 years old, all his marriage was like hell for me and I will always say that the happiest day of my life was when they got divorced and lived in different houses). I try my best to contain my mother but it is impossible in that state she does not listen to me. I spent about 2 hours trying to get her to sleep and when I finally did, my idiot father turns on the speakers and plays music at full volume.
I was tired up to that point and wanted to go to sleep for a couple of hours in my room. I woke up at 17:00 pm and the first thing I did was to see if my mother was trying to kill my father or something, but when I went upstairs there was no sign of the pair. I was really scared, where had that couple of drunk and violent people gone? I had a little feeling inside me but it couldn't be.... right?
I go downstairs and I go to my dad's room (I went to live with my dad a couple of months ago so it's just the two of us in that house) ... and I hear moaning and I say my God this can't be happening! In the morning my dad wanted to hit my mum and now he's fucking her in his room ?????? I hysterically knock on the door, 5 minutes go by until my dad opens the fucking door and he is like nothing is happening !!!!! I saw my mum naked in her bed and immediately shouted at her to get out of there , my mum could barely stand up formato how drunk she was and when we were at the door
I slapped my dad several times between tears and I didn't scream, I got a knot in my throat and I said "how could you" hitting him until he fell on his bed telling me "but what did I do?" It was the worst thing.
Deep down I always thought that the day my parents came back would be the end for me.
And now I'm in my room with my mum locked up while I cry in silence wondering if I reacted in a bad way..
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2020.10.16 21:30 KrangeBanana Naked mums old

So this just happened and i had the great idea that i should really get help but id like to hear from reddit whats wrong with me, any suggestions would be great.
I dont know much about this subreddit so if i do anything wrong in this please point it out in the comments.
So im a 15 year old female living in the uk and im not sure what really happened but since its still fresh in my mind i thought i might aswell try to sort it out in words.
My boyfriend came over to my house about 2 hours ago and all was great, we had a lot of fun and we opened up about some personal things and its all good, once he leaves of course im sad but nothing bad, me and him were texting and he was tired he went to sleep, the usual thing we do and for some reason i started to get more and more sad.
Once we said goodnight to eachother i started thinking to myself about how i kind of wish hed ask more about me and stuff like that, then all of the sudden my mind went straight into suicide, i sometimes think of it but not seriously but this time it was serious like i remember thinking "i want to go into the woods or something ans just dissappear" then it got worse by thinking"i should make a suicide note and tell the people that i love that i love them but life is just too much and im so sorry" then i started crying a bit cuz yknow its sad.
Then the crying got worse, i just looked dead at the ceiling and cried hysterically whilst my body was stiff, i breathed irregularly and at a quick then slow and sharp i remember thinking of my mum (oh yea my mum took pictures of me naked when i was 6 and we had a 'play fight' whilst we were both naked, ik fucked up, pretty sure she was drunk and doesnt remember) and how she ruined everything, ik typical teen stuff lmao.
Then i got better, my legs were super stiff though and it was hard for me to go to the bathroom to blow my nose, and when i got back to my room i just went stiff again, legs and hands were the stiffest, my head was jerking forwards and backwards every few seconds and it took a lot of effort to move again, i don't even remember what i thought about my mind was just blank and i just stared at my wall, my head was very slowly turning to the right and i remember i looked myself in the mirror and honestly i looked really creepy, like even i was scared of myself.
Then i started to cry again because of what ive become (a mess) i thought i was just becoming someone really broken and i just wanted to be fine.
My legs started to move again but they were still stiff, and i had a massive headache.
Now this is the really concerning part:
I have a small dog whos a bit annoying sometimes, so i was laying in bed when she started to scratch the door trying to come in, i thought if i leave it shell go, but she kept scratching and scratching and harder than thr last one, i got really pissed so i walked to my door and when i saw her come in, i dont know what or why i did this it feels like this didnt even happen but i just snapped, i just got so angry i slapped my own dog to, the slap was so hard i heard her whimper.
And when i heard her whimper i realised what i did and i just broke down crying on the floor, i was so ashamed of myself i just wanted to die, i was repeating "im sorry im so sorry fuck im so fucking sorry i didnt mean to, i really didn't" i just felt genuinly terrible, i dont know what got into me, i cried for at least 10 minutes and stopped. Everything was fine again made the dog happier by stroking it and giving her kisses.
This was really long jesus if you read through all of that thank you so much, i made sure i treated her this afternoon a lot better, i never hurt my dog intentionally in any way before and i still dont know what came over me.
Tl:dr-i cried hysterically a lot multiple times, my body stiffened up for majority of it and a sudden urge to hurt something came iver me and i hurt my own dog and felt fucking awful (ive made sure shes better now)
Please, any suggestions what this might be ask any questions of any history of my mental health beforehand, thank you so much for reading
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2020.10.15 06:58 BellePhoenix1996 Naked mums old

TL;DR Father is emotionally abusive, cheats and then decides not to come to the final appointment
Hi all.
I found out I was pregnant 3 weeks ago. The father and I were living together but weren’t dating because of mental health issues (although we acted like a couple and were exclusive, that’s important) - to be exact he moved in with me and has been living in my studio rent free since the start of covid, without a job.
When we found out, he initially pressured me for an abortion, left the house to “go for a walk”, told me he couldn’t make a decision right now and needed space, and then spent the entire day on his PS4 ignoring me and laughing and joking with friends.
He’d been invited to a school reunion and an old female friend, C, was arranging it. I woke up in the early hours the next morning bc morning sickness...he was arranging to share a hotel room with her and C was saying that she’d just gotten out of a long relationship so she was single and she could do what she wanted, she said that she was going to sleep naked and cuddle up to him and tease him, and he was into it.
I confronted him about leaving me hanging and waiting for an answer, and the convo with C and he said he had panicked because he can’t do the whole family thing and was scared of failure. He revealed that he’d been secretly looking for a job for weeks so that he could save money away, and then when he had enough he was going to go his separate way and rent a flat on his own because he needed his own space, citing his mental health. He said he’d come round to the idea of being a father and needed to be comfortable and stable enough to provide for the child, so he definitely needed his own flat.
I lost it and told him that he should get out if that’s how he felt, and I said he’d have to take his mum up on her offer of staying with her. He said that since she lived across the country, if I kicked him out then and there he wouldn’t come back and implied that he would have nothing to do with the child. He wanted me to allow him to stay in my house, get a job, save up money and then rent a flat nearby so that we could coparent. I asked him to go take a walk, had a giant cry and then decided that I would let him stay.
Things were okay but a bit awkward for a few days, and then I received a disgusting message from a friend of his claiming that I was manipulative, that he couldn’t stand me, only saw me as an incubator, etc. I started retching so I only skim read the rest but the end of the message was “everyone, [father] included, hopes you miscarry so that he’ll finally be free of you”.
I woke him up, asked what he’d been saying about me to his friends, and all he could focus on was the fact that I didn’t know who sent the message. I said I’d had several requests after posting in a support group and I remembered the name Alex, but that had been a different message, and that I’d since deleted it because it made me feel ill. He accused me of stirring the pot - a friend of his had betrayed him and he needed to know who it was, and he said that I obviously knew who sent the message and just wouldn’t tell him the name to be petty.
I told him that we needed some space so he went to stay with his mum for a week.
During the week I started having some light cramping and bleeding. I phoned the 111 line for non-emergencies, got an out of hours GP to phone me, arranged to have an early scan, and then decided to let the father know what was going on. It was a very brief call and he basically just seemed annoyed that I’d wasted his time. “Okay, so why are you telling me if it’s nothing to worry about?”.
I went for the first scan while he was away and got dated at 4-5 weeks and was told that there was nothing to be seen so early on, so I’d need to have a few blood tests to monitor my HcG levels and then come back in around 10 days for a second scan.
The father came home the day of my second blood test and things were okay, we were intimate and he was acting super sweet. We agreed to sit down and talk once we’d gotten the blood test results.
I was told my HcG levels had only risen by 10% which was concerning, and that I’d need another blood test and they wanted to scan me in 4 days’ time. I went for another blood test on the Monday, and got phoned on the Tuesday with the news - my levels had only increased by 12% this time, so they booked me in for a second scan on the Thursday as they said the levels indicated an impending miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy.
The father found me sobbing in the kitchen, and when I told him the test results he gave me like one sentence of comfort, about how there was still hope and that we shouldn’t freak out until the scan when we knew for certain what was going on...then he disappeared for 3 hours after claiming he was nipping to the shops.
The 2 days were torture and along the way I discovered more texts between him and C, namely implying that they’d had phone sex while he was away and that the day I got my blood test results, he had gone to the pub during his 3 hour disappearance and was talking to C about how their phone call would have to tide him over until the reunion. I decided not to confront him until after the scan.
The scan confirmed that there had been no development, so I was advised that I would naturally miscarry at home. They arranged another scan for 2 weeks time, at which point if I hadn’t or had only partly miscarried, they would look at pills to “help things along”.
They then brought the scan forward by a week so that I wasn’t left for an extended period of time wondering what was going to happen to me.
During that time I discovered that the father had been telling his friends things like we lived in a house share situation with separate rooms and that he was trying to keep his head down and live quietly. Obviously they knew nothing about it being my studio, him not paying bills and us sharing a bed. One of them, we’d had sex and just a few hours after, a friend checked in and asked how things with “the flatmate” are going, and he said “terrible, we haven’t spoken in days”. He had also told his mum I’d threatened to hurt myself and that he thought it was all talk but he didn’t want to risk it, implying that he was trapped here - I discovered this after we’d slept together and he’s been sleeping on an armchair since.
It was the final straw and I told him to leave by the weekend. My final scan is today (15th Oct) and I informed him yesterday that my mum would be coming in with me for the “pill” part of the consultation. He completely freaked and accused me of robbing him of the chance to say goodbye, and was also angry that I’d deemed his support not good enough. (He was somewhat fine about being kicked out, he’d actually started packing in front of me to try and get a reaction).
I’ve told him that he can come to the scan part of the appointment, and he initially agreed and said he wanted to be there, but then said “oh forget it then” when he realised he would have to get in a car with my mum and stepdad, despite me assuring him that everyone would be civil.
I’m currently sat getting dressed, debating on whether to wake him up or just leaving him to it.
Much love beauts 💕
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2020.10.13 23:37 karien- Old mums naked

Obligational mobile phone disclaimer. I also apologise for the length - I feel context is key.
So, I am very much in love with my current bf of just over one year - we will call him dh. He moved in with me just before the start of lockdown after having difficulties regarding housing with his ex and thereafter flatmate throwing him out.
I will make note that there are some obvious red flags to come up in the following text, I just want advice for the current issue.
He was living with his ex when we got together (I’d just ended a relationship myself so I wasn’t judging). When we began to get serious he invited me to his for a night (he lived in the city and we had a weekend of activities planned). His ex had currently gotten with someone else (a much younger boy that she’d cheated on my current partner with and he was ok with this). I was invited over under the circumstances that she was supposed to be going to stay with her current bf. This was not the case.
She came home and during my time there she fawned over my bf, while wandering around half naked. Her bf came round, eventually, (lovely boy) and she ignored us for the rest of the night, not even looking in mine or my bf’s direction.
I did make issue of how she acted and explained how I was uncomfortable with all of this (they had been together 10 years). I’ll also add that in my text messages about her I was less than polite. I have a professional career and have 3 degrees, my bf has a PhD (just completed this) and she barely passes high school and is a little idiot whose daddy pays for everything. Side note - they had a dog together.
She hacked his iPad, read the texts and made him homeless. I let him stay with me for a bit, but I have a child and he couldn’t move in. He moved in with another flatmate but that fell through and he was made homeless again.
Now the issue. He actually works with his ex in a menial labor job and has seen her on the reg for a while. He lied to me several times about their interactions, how often he went over to get his stuff and a whole manner of things regarding this silly little girl. His old flatmate told me some, random pics on his phone alluded to others and he just occasionally fucked up the rest of the time. He eventually agreed to have nothing to do with her. She’s a dick to and about me plus keeps doing odd things that I feel undermine our relationship. For example: making a big deal of how long they’ve been together, making issues over the dog. Shit like that.
So, to the crux. About two month ago, as he was finishing his PhD, I was isolating due to health and he was taking time off to protect me, turns out he’d been messaging her in a constant chat. He’s promised me he blocked her on everything, but apparently forgot about WhatsApp. He set her so she wouldn’t have notifications and just went on to talk to her whenever. At this point, I was doing all the cooking, cleaning and helping him with his thesis. He was very absent. Then I found out, he tried to hide shit and I blew up.
Now, we have had yet another issue. His mum is still friends with her on fb (annoying but I’ve accepted it) and the ex posted a congrats on his mum’s post about him completing his PhD. I found this weird and had a little kick up.
However, I agreed it was not his fault and decided I should block her - that way I don’t see it and there’s no issue (he’d been asking me to block her for a while). I felt bad that I kept getting angry and my temper would eventually lead me to say something (he knows this and I don’t want him living with that dread). So, I went on her fb to block her, but decided to have a cheeky wee nosey. What do I see? He liked one of the pics of their dog from 10 days ago.
He then tells me the most ridiculous lies about all of this. Tells me he has her blocked then sneaky blocks her. Reduces everything I said during the argument to, ‘I just liked a pic of a dog and you’re upset about it.’ Tells me he does everything around the house and pull all that kind of shit.
My question, Reddit, is - can I ever trust him? Am I blowing things out of proportion or am I being fucked over? The way I see it is that he keeps lying to me about her and can’t seem to get her out of his life.
Tldr: bf(27m) keeps lying about contact with ex.
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2020.10.12 10:55 asquith_griffith TIFU when my ex-girlfriend walked in to find me in the shower with my mum.

In keeping with the TIFU tradition this didn’t happen today but around 20 years ago (when I was 19 years old) but it’s still a classic.
So, I was out one night drinking and generally having a good time when I bumped into my ex at a bar.
After quite a few beers I convinced her to come back to my folk’s place where I was living at the time. Needless to say we had a fun night fucking like exes.
Next morning I wake up with a massive hangover, a huge dose of regret and my ex asleep on my pillow. I felt horrible and couldn’t think of anything worse than cuddling and dredging up memories of a relationship I definitely didn’t want to be in.
I needed to escape so I told her was going to take a shower. So off I went. I get to the bathroom to find my mum was in there taking a bath.
Hmmm...what to do?
I really didn’t want to head back to bed and hangout with my ex. So given the shower is separate from the bath (like 1 metre away!) I make the fateful decision to interrupt my mum and ask if she’s okay with me taking a shower.
We’re a pretty cool, liberal family. It’s not like we take baths together but we’re pretty relaxed.
So I jump in the shower and decide to sit down and nurse my hangover in relative privacy. That is, once seated on the floor I can’t even see my mum. She may as well not even be there.
Next thing I know I see the bathroom door open and my ex saunters in completely naked to surprise me. Since she can hear the shower running she’s really not expecting to find my mum splayed out naked in the bath.
Mum shrieks. Ex shrieks and then storms out and slams the door.
Still makes me laugh to this day :)
TL;DR
Brought my ex home one night from a bar. Decided to have a shower the next morning despite the fact my mum was taking a bath in the same room. Ex walks in naked to everyone’s surprise.
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2020.10.09 08:24 Secret_Pudding1818 Old mums naked

I’ve read the masterdoc and some videos and articles and I’m pretty sure I’m a lesbian :D This post is just for me to get it off of my chest bc I can’t tell my mum (bc homophobia and she didn’t react quite well when I told her I was bisexual a few years ago). (English is not my first language so sorry) And I think I have some stories. I’ve always had feelings for women and I always felt totally different towards men.
The feelings I had/have for women were always instinctive. There was no thought or force. It just happened.
There was a girl in my class in 6th grade. I didn’t like her or that’s what I wanted to believe. She was beautiful and she had a beautiful name. But we didn’t get along. Her body looked quite adult-like for a 13 year old but I liked it. I often caught myself staring at her (and her boobs xD). She dated a guy in our class and it really bugged me.
My best friend is another reason. I love her, deeply. I don’t think that I have the capacity to feel this way for a man. We know each other since 7th grade and we had our 7th year anniversary recently. We talk about everything. We have a strong emotional bond and even thinking about it makes me happy. I don’t know if my feelings are romantic. I believe it’s alterous.
I live in Germany and gay marriage was legalized in 2017. I cried when I read the news. I was soo incredibly happy. “YAS! I can legally marry a woman if I want to!” Even though marriage isn’t something I want.
When I thought about having feelings for a guy, it was because I liked him. He was cool and cute. That’s all. And I interpreted it as attraction. My aesthetic attraction is pretty strong so maybe that’s why. But I feel like I forced myself to feel more than I did. I’ve always seen the guys I dated as friends. I mean while I was dating them. I didn’t like having sex or being naked around them if there was a sexual atmosphere. I like the penetration but I don’t find the male that does it sexually attractive.
I’ve identified as gray-ace and gray-aro and that makes being sure a bit harder. So I think I can only trust my feelings.
Thank you for reading :) Have a nice day or should I say: I wish you a gay day 🌈🌈✨
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2020.10.08 20:11 gowons_fairy (tw/ sexual assault )i think my uncle is a p*rv*rt

i'm 15 (female) but most of what i'm about to say has happened when i was 14. my uncle is 26
earlier this year around January my uncle started coming over to visit our home around twice a week or more. he would usually only come over around once a month, so this was a change. there was no reason for him to come over but my mum never minded since they're super close with each other.
when my uncle was over he liked to play 'games' with me, or at least he forced me to. i would be watching tv when he would suddenly try to pick me up, and i would have to struggle out of his arms. i would tell him to let go of me but he wouldn't stop until i struggled and forced myself out of his arms or if my mum would come in the room.
another one of his games were pinning me to the wall, holding my wrists really tightly and i would have to struggle and wrestle out of his grip. again i would just be walking and he would suddenly grab me without warning.
what i found weird was that he would never play these 'games' with my brothers, who were around 13, 12 at the time. in fact he would just completely ignore them and not bother to have any conversation with them.
a few weeks after i adapted by staying in my room on my top bunk whenever my uncle was around. he couldn't try picking me up or pinning me. however that didn't stop him from being weird.
he would come into my room every now and then whenever he was around. at first he would try having a conversation with me but i always cut them off because they were very strange. my pajama bottoms had bunched over my knee and i felt incredibly uncomfortable when he just my leg and commented on how hairy it was.
i recall my uncle coming into my room and showing me two of his boxers and he asked me which he should, i just ignored him, and after asking a couple more times he just left. i think you can understand how uncomfortable i felt. another time he came into my room after having a shower wearing only a towel around his waist. i nearly freaked out. he asked where the hairbrush was and he tried holding yet another conversation half naked until my mum came in and gave him a hairbrush and he left.
i considered telling my mum about all this but i had a very strong feeling she would defend my uncle and say that i was overreacting. so i only opened up about all of this to my close friend who had also experienced similar incidents when she was younger. and now of course anyone reading this
my uncle hasn't done or said anything major since but small comments like 'you've grown so much since i last saw you' or 'you look like a grown woman now' trigger me and make me extremely uncomfortable. literally all the men in my family are extremely trashy and he just adds to the list
over quarantine he got married to a 19 year old and when i found out i was honestly was just disgusted
have you experienced anything similar or had weird relatives similar to my uncle. to be honest i wanted to share all of this because I've never had really any advice. the only advice I've gotten from my friend was tell your mum and report him to the police but i think that would only worsen my trauma. instead i would appreciate advice on how to move on because a lot of this is still on my mind and has worsened my mental health
EDIT: hello. thank you everyone so much for all the amazing advice, im crying reading these. its my first time sharing this online and im so thankful for everyone who replied. tysm truly:)
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2020.10.05 11:37 discoskyline Mums old naked

[Music] [Applause] [Music] [Music] enjoy not content whatever they think consist of being the pedo and all that crap because I'm not [Laughter] [Music] [Music] [Music] you hey my name is out looking for a while I thought of how I'd resent and make this video without coming off it's disrespectful or insincere give this video is going to go to some very very dark places like suicide mental illness pedophilia it's just to be an overall very very very dark video so I didn't want to like make fun of it or make light of any of the subject matter so I made sure to write the script for this video as genuine and as fashionable as possible what stop [ __ ] I was impression I've actually never listened to a song actively I didn't even know this was his son so how did I stumble up in a pedophile fart fetish ring that is a question I will forever dodge one nice evening I was walking around on the newest tab on YouTube I would look for hours upon hours to find something of value that I can stuff my goal at full of Cheez Whiz to [Music] and then I found them his name mudbud Jones boy stur [ __ ] outlet static ah who's made such classics as releasing the Anaconda tacos make my penis happy the beer squirts nasty beer fart and my personal favorite take a grocery store followed up by a Sutekh at the grocery store oh and if that's all it was just a weird channel I would probably just laugh and you know some the video to a friend without context and nothing else would come of it but then I realized hey there's some some weird people who really like this [ __ ] like I need to really like it and then I found another channel that's similar to my but Jones room stinks and here's some more titles had the beans dah dah dah lah our beef won't stop [ __ ] I sit on my butt hole smelly pants and clean bottom of my mum of mum Keith changed my pilling happy oh now I think I have to preface this with don't bully these people especially since I think room stinks is actually autistic they aren't doing anything wrong they're just really really [ __ ] weird but it got me interested here's a really really really weird fetish community that I've never heard of before so I fell deeper into the rabbit holes and here's the point where we go from weird people to borderline just awful people [Music] you now here's the moral high standing bit there are children who are making videos of themselves farting and adults are encouraging this in grooming them to make more and I'm conflicted to even show this stuff because I made videos when I was a kid and if I had finally said Freddy's Let's Plays videos to use to expose a pedophile fart fetish ring I would kind of be embarrassed I want to apologize to everyone who wanted one another five nights at Freddy's let's play video which I never delivered on it's been four years but it still haunts me in the first two in the morning thinking about like the five people so here's what I will do I will show comes on these videos of children so that you can see what I mean without actually showing the videos and I've personally reported every channel I've come across and if you want to actively search for this stuff you should do the same because this [ __ ] is just downright awful people are splitting children for sexual game and these kids see these videos do well and get positive reception from these absolute sleaze balls so they centered their content around it it's honestly [ __ ] twisted that opening fart was amazing yeah I feel free be ridic and I just wanted to draw attention to the side of YouTube because it does exist but I personally don't believe I'd be the best of tackling this so I'm gonna leave it in much better hands who aren't [ __ ] [ __ ] do your research if you want either way it's upsetting stuff like this exists and look I know this is probably a lot coming from someone who's wearing a Tupac to Supreme Las Vegas t-shirt um and yeah look I know it's kind of ridiculous but sometimes the the real gangsters need to get involved with this this stuff [ __ ] me [ __ ] my life actually it's actually I didn't plan for this but this actually I think works out better if when I have this [ __ ] shower face Ling does know me Applegate gangster thing going on this is such a [ __ ] bad idea that's just how it be some time law things Scarface I appreciate it I appreciate it to the fullest extent coming from you a gangster of all people it's so crazy yeah like I agree with what you just said we are gangsters and we we we we don't deal with this [ __ ] there was no [ __ ] point to that I I have [ __ ] behind there that is not actually one of these channels I did stumble across Louise farts with me your run-of-the-mill fart fetish channel as I say that casually you know creepy people left and right in the comments I really wasn't blown away by any of the stuff to say the least it's not anything interesting well I mean it is not interesting as you can get with something as weird as this but one chain of comments stuck out and they're already really really really weird questionable comments section a deranged series of incomprehensible words a run-on sentence this comment has now since been deleted and only one remains now but I remember it was a very very very very odd couple of comments talking about how he how he loved this this this person how he loved the fart channel person it was it was [ __ ] weird but I think you get the gist of what I'm trying to say here it was insane man rambling just so piqued my curiosity of course the likely out of his channel having any videos a lot of lone interesting ones that be worth my time to look into would pretty be much none but actually he did have a video and while it was kind of weird I didn't really see it as all that interesting so I watched a couple more and a couple more you know started having discord chats where we sit down for like an hour or so and then watch these videos you know start hanging out with friends with the intent to have a Friday night nappy night made image at its in and a playlist dedicated to my favorite highlights of the channel you know growing over 60 [ __ ] videos two weeks later many nights of me [ __ ] the Rideau in hand sitting at 2:00 a.m. watching a grown-man [ __ ] I get inspired and so here we are and now it is time for me to present to you my Golden Goose please take a look underneath the toenail I shall just have to find nights at freddys videos you [Music] so who is this man this is David nappy YouTube's nappy and yes even his name is schizophrenic John Smith you YouTube Smith he's a 43 year old fart fetish connoisseur and a real kid at heart he lives alone in the beginning house from Resident Evil 7 well kind of because this actual nightmare is not where he sleeps this this [ __ ] is where he sleeps in the gross hoarder shack in the backyard I don't think I can express in the human words how well nappy ish this place is the closest words that come to mind are nightmarish unearthly ghastly [ __ ] spilling leaf right now random ass pineapple cans with cigarette butts in them litter the desolate wasteland that is David's home random lifesaver that's hung up the image of what cat hell is a word that I used to describe like random ass holes in the roof of the house that leads to literally any area in any game or there's a big ass spider enemy random [ __ ] on the stairs the light switches look like diseased house of clothing in the shack and makes it all the more claustrophobic and nappy ish he leaves like a 16 year old boy but he has the heart of a 16 year old girl why were you coming off with all this stuff how did you know I felt sexual toward dogs and I was a kid well you I mean I'll admit Anthony yeah there was not I didn't have any well how do you know me so well is that a sign that one day we will be together how do you know me I'm gonna miss you cute darling dimples I'm gonna miss you Anthony I feel bad that I put you on the spot like that baby I'm sorry I wasn't thinking but now I can lose it and go on as a massacre you could've farted on my penis it would have been so sexy you coulda loved each other we could've God please as a gift I would have been good for you I'd certainly be so blunt Anthony but I can tell you the truth now I'm sorry gonna smell your butt I wish I could sleep with you I wish you with me wholly retire kiss me I love you even though you could be kind of a jerk sometimes I love you made a big mistake baby yeah that was real life this is real to understand David you have to understand his relationship with boys David is gay David likes farts David likes to dress up as a young man and wear the 2001 naked Brothers Band wig I was actually I was wrong the first episode of in The Naked Brothers Band actually aired in 2007 making it impossible for him to obtain a wig in 2001 based off and then they could brothers band this joke was not very thought through David likes Anthony a lot he really really really likes Anthony also known as sports with me my friend Anthony I don't know if I'll ever see him again his channel don't be put off it he has a funny channel it's a you know some of these guys do these weird things it's called farts with me but don't take that personally that's not why I know him I am me I know him because I streamed one time to see what he was about but he stayed in touch took a liking to me in the darling soul had the heart to get a hold of me on Facebook the only reason why I ended it it's because his sister wanted to talk to me guys like 16 oh he's actually 16 huh well they start talking and eventually David ends up buying shitty underwear from Anthony and yes I mean that very literally yes I mean that literally when I say shitty underwear I don't mean bad quality fabric I mean literal [ __ ] and then if he proceeds to unbox said shitty underwear and pants with his [ __ ] mom not a lot of red flags just shut up for you then yes you are a normal human um I don't sure what pants these are oh yeah oh is that one of the shirts I know what that is I son personal you must really love me I think I know it's onesies are I'm not sure what you mean look at that yeah they're gonna I'm not sure that is a shirt or something I'm not sure David grows an obsession with this young man and proceeds to fall in love now the David hole goes deeper David makes friends with a 13 year old kid they talk naturally then David asked this literal child for clothes David gets called out on this for being creepy the 9 to 9 and I argue that it's normal to ask a thirteen-year-old for two their clothes I'm not a predator why would say that here with my mom says I'm not a predator because I wanted stuff because I asked first stuff in his and he automatically thinks I'm a predator dumbass and ends up making a video where he states that he'd never asked this kid for clothes and you know saying that he's straight which is a [ __ ] lie that someone on Facebook was accusing me of wanting clothes from kids and that's not true the heck is wrong with you people out there that's not my life I'm not into that crap not into kids I'm into women hot-looking women you know there are there when they want to be I mean you know when it's necessary I want to get married and I want any kids if she does I'll just file for divorce I'm telling you I'm straight I'm not gay and all this other crap you've heard was just all an act and now I'm not putting people down that are that way there are gay that's their thing fine to each his own but I am straight as an arrow it could've fired on my penis it would have been so sexy you could loved each other oh good for you straight straight is it like how do I notice well I'm not by reaching out to the kid in question which which I did by the way but my cross-referencing this with another video where he in which to ask you his 13 year old boy for his [ __ ] clothes I really sad Macy and to think how cool we were and that my worst fear in the beginning it's all lose them in here [ __ ] good you don't even want to lose me what the hell's going on what is going on with these people what is this spontaneous crap why do they change what makes them change crunky HD hates me I can't take it no more why just because I asked for some of his clothes who's got a instant instantly think I'm a child predator how stupid is that that's not even my intention nothing like that I just like to have things that people that I was cool with adding more fuel to this already pretty bad fire in his playlist he has videos of literal children farting and has left such amazing comments such as how did you have that much gas I love that video he's pretty cool now this is some pretty southern criminais ting stuff but I don't think it's really known the coffin you're a pedophile yes you know even though no sane human being would not do would do this I always said would do this so here's my pinkie promise to you I at the end of this video I will he will both come to an understanding if the guy who asked the 13 year old kid for clothing is actually a pedophile I promise you we'll find out there's a correlation between winning kids pants and fart fetish is there anything there probably [ __ ] not [ __ ] at all I'm sure it's just a coincidence you do your cat's bite before Anthony you know his mind sees you [Music] for as much of erection as I want to give I really just can't like if I already see someone wanting the skull-fuck a puppy I probably wouldn't care because in my mind they would not be used the only thing that matters right now and until I get this stupid [ __ ] video out I won't be able to sleep at night and I won't be able to think about literally anything else except you I'm [ __ ] speaking of skull [ __ ] puppies yes I wrote that down and thought it was a good idea to include in this video observing Navi fans would have noticed the part where he talks about liking dogs I put a lot on you bull why were you coming off with all this stuff how did you know I felt sexual toward dogs when I was a kid well yeah I mean I'll admit Anthony yeah there's no I didn't have a how do you know me so well because yes as a kid he used to smell bugs asses and be into them you know there's a little cat of when I was a kid this calico cat and that's knowing the calico cats but if the cat was laying on the bed and the cat's name was Scarlett and I thought Oh Scarlett Harris but smells no offense Scarlett O'Hara for that famous Scarlett O'Hara she probably offended but Scarlett a Harris butt smells least have this fetish about animals and dogs and what time I got horny for this dog because a friend had a dog that looked a lot like this movie star dog called Mike the dog from back in the 80s and I wanted to smell that dog's butt so bad so his desperate sorry this family friend had this dog with blue eyes that was very similar to Mike the dog furry and bushy fur um I rode all the way over to North Long Beach where I live in oh and I [ __ ] it went to an elementary school and hitting the bushes to smell the dogs but there's a lot of things like this that are just the most unhinged odd things I've ever bared witness to david has fetish for eyes or something I'll get to that later here's this weird habit of making batshit insane videos where he'll threaten to kill people and then he'll apologize in advance for swearing teeth 2 on YouTube look this is one of the weapons that I've had since way back in my day since I was about 13 when I was going through a bunch of [ __ ] [ __ ] when all this goddamn rejection [ __ ] started this could be made real nice resharpen and repainted and made into a new weapon now I [ __ ] you [ __ ] nut excuse my language YouTube so you're probably asking yourself Alec does it get any [ __ ] weird yes it does okay guys let's do a fun quiz here what is the average amount of videos and normal YouTube account has where the main point of the video is just showcasing a random [ __ ] animal partner I'll give you a second I'll give you a second here at Dicker's it's popping up right here see what is take your guest in the comments because David has [ __ ] sick actually it's seven now it used to be six but what boy that was when the time I was actually writing this stupid [ __ ] script um yeah now it's seven yeah only on the Napster's channel could you see a dead duck a squirrel - possum videos in for dead cat videos dope I've always wanted to see a video of a random [ __ ] cat corpse where he he fiddles this process [ __ ] skeleton with the only separation between the disgusting diseased cat and his goddamn hand being the plastic [ __ ] bag David has this weird dead animal thing if you couldn't tell he'll talk about how sorry Phil's for this dead animal but in the next one he'll laugh and ask you to subscribe darling animal looks like it didn't make it I just thought y'all want to see that I feel really bad wonder who he belonged to I don't like seeing anything this past I don't like seeing a carcass the now get out of lick bag when the viewers is here everybody dead Tcat been dead for a while that's nasty wonder what was thinking on the back porch anyway if you like please subscribe this is very inconsistent and I'm pretty sure it's fake sympathy and let's be honest here he can't feel that [ __ ] bad if he's not even willing to throw out the same [ __ ] dead cat from the other video instead picking it up and moving into the back yard for some [ __ ] reason and letting it bask on top of this [ __ ] cage and tells already stomach-churning mummified corpse rots into a gray color nice [ __ ] cool I'm so glad I'm doing this David is an uncaring and borderline abusive [ __ ] insulting random people drowning beetles you all want to see me [Music] [Music] drown the Beatles get off there you can't fight the water can't fight the water look at me drown the Beatle look at me drown the Beatle torture the Beatle is it for events in threatening to commit suicide when his kid friends think he's creepy he's kind of a dick especially in videos like where is the cat where he intensely walks around the house looking for this cat before you know getting distracted by a wrench or some [ __ ] get out you notice I was mom jumps to him wanting to hurt the cat I don't personally think that's normal and this theory only gets strengthened by videos such as I did not kill the cat where I [ __ ] you not he talks about how he didn't kill a cat in that he was just joking to some friends before proceeding to laugh what happened was because I was frustrated because the dog went after the cat that a family friend brought over but didn't hurt the cat but knocked my camera over you know cuz it's on a tripod the cameras alright so I was frustrated within a stroke of a moment I just thought I'd do something stupid it was childish of me but I didn't harm no cat I don't know man it seems like you know I messed up one time I say something stupid now I gotta fix that I didn't honk at passion I didn't please trust me and believe me I know why I'm smiling at this point I knew I was gonna do a video on David but it wasn't very strong he's insane definitely and the videos are even more so but there is really nothing there except hey look at this this crazy [ __ ] isn't that weird so I probably did the most [ __ ] thing I've ever done in my entire life I reached out to David nappy perhaps he wasn't a pedophile actually maybe I was wrong and he's just lonely and mentally ill and not predatory manipulative worried about the watch here is the spiral from professional interview to pure unadulterated insanity welcome to they even have for either of you I'm Alec I'm doing this is a way to make myself a less nervous talking to a literal probably psychopath first thing I noticed was how apprehensive when talking he was he asked if my dad was a cop and if it was a sting just one second now I think this goes without saying but people who believe they are innocent don't have to worry about [ __ ] being a sting operation Wow oh yeah Anthony looks like it's not gonna work out and the one I'm actually interested in that Anthony thing um so is it so that's part of a policeman or you know something like that no I'm not man I I wish I my father was a cop that no no you know he's done so um it's a sorry sting no it's it's not a steamed David one of my first icebreakers were to ask if the fart thing was in fact a fetish she had it is it is David it's a very weird place yeah there's a loose intoxication you know how I almost I stumbled across you when I was finding them these these interesting like like fart videos what can you explain what about that cuz I because I know said it's kind of a thing is that like a fetish or something or what's up of that I'm just questioning um because I've noticed that like um a lot of people you talk to you and I'm just curious really I'm okay with all walks of life you know yeah it's it's all good and ya know yeah it's I'm not saying you are I'm just asking you know what the whole deal with that is cuz I found it interesting no yeah there's just um well I've just noticed that that you make a lot of like flatulence based videos and I was just interested if that's like a thing or something cuz I notice that a lot of people like specially like Anthony yeah yeah okay I got you I was just curious cuz I just see a lot of that yeah yeah yeah this of course is alive just talking some some more I found out that he jerked off to a 15 year old boy farting without the kid know it like hard on Garrett it's a way you touch yourself like oh no so you just like as like as he farted you know you just rub one out real fast and you know you good okay and I'm not and I'm not um doing anything with it but how old was do you think oh okay no yeah no I died no yeah no I I don't get the idea no I don't I don't David okay understand I guess one time she texted me on my phone I never heard what she said I solved the text I said hi this is the mom of the boy that you've been messaging I was looking through my child's phone and saw some things that were disturbing like you know I was asking him about to do the fart thing that's a do not excuse my language YouTube but like that she seems like an unreasonable I'm just doing your John YouTube random but she seems like a nut excuse my language but she seems like a I'm the reason well [ __ ] if you see if you asked me at least you know just you did nothing wrong David you just had a fetish for farts and he just happened to be around it wasn't that he was 15 that made it weird it was just that he was the person around am I right or what you don't need yes you heard that right he self-admitted touching himself to this 15-year old boy who he tell to fart on video chat Sean about the span of like 30 minutes we went from III do I do the first thing just for views - yeah I jerked off once - to - to a 15 year old farting I did that once and all the while he's asking me this person he's talked to for all of 30 minutes if I'm going to get him in trouble I even told them that I was making a video on him I'm not analyzing it well I am analyzing it but it's it's pretty much for my own personal benefit I'm not sending it to police or anything like that I'm just no no I don't think you are dangerous actually well hmm well I don't make you're dangerous but you have made videos like with machetes and stuff and weird like well I'm gonna be I'm gonna be honest with you here David I I am I found your channel and I the first thing that popped in my mind is I I wanted to share you with with the other people the other people on the Internet so I I i what they'll deep down on your videos and and as I was writing I was like I need to get in contact with this guy because the assumptions that I were making I couldn't say they were 100 cent guaranteed if that that is your strike well I'm not gonna when I first saw this it I I wasn't quite sure and that's why I came for you is for just to get an answer because I don't know you seem like a very hard to get ahold of person but I was genuinely surprised and you reached out to me so I'm definitely not here to ostracize you and call you a bad person I don't do that but that's consider me have you ever seen raywilliamjohnson consider me raywilliamjohnson do you know what that is oh sorry he's this funny funny funny internet guy he goes he gives shoutouts to people who are who are cool and I found your channel very interesting I clean this if I make a video I would never share that information with like any bad that I think that's that's a little bit personal the next thing I want to ask him was that asking the thirteen-year-old what for clothes was part of the fetish and was for his own sexual game why is so about on the clothes is that part of the fart fetish thing I know I know what you mean Dave so like the whole like clothes stuff is also kind of like part of that because I'm just I'm just asking questions now I'm just kind of curious David I I wouldn't do that to you Wow Alec Wow Alec it looks like you were right all along he actually is a [ __ ] pedophile but when he answered this my phone was dying and honestly I felt content I felt like I I basically got the answer that I wanted I'm all kind of knowing that it couldn't get more answers from him and I can I ask him more questions it was kind of a down time for me to really think to myself what have I actually done I've talked through this creepy [ __ ] and it did yeah now that's seen my face and then guess what happened guess we're having boys and girls guess and then guess what happened now my interest is [ __ ] Pete its Pete [ __ ] [ __ ] okay no I'm living in a fantasy we only we met once I met you once I do your YouTube thing I tell you I do the YouTube thing you tell me you jack off two people learning oh my god oh my god oh my [ __ ] god this is not our real I feel like I'm being baited like a guy is gonna come up behind Dave dude okay it's actually me sargon of akkad I'm just sorry gonna [ __ ] I just are gonna tated you I caught you [ __ ] how do I answer it about [ __ ] do I answer something like that real being real here he [ __ ] is happening [Music] sure I can't even [ __ ] type he's a Dilip at this point I wasn't gonna give this guy really any respect I went in trying to get answers for the truth and now I just want to catfish this crazy person however I did kill two birds with one stone yeah I wish I had the first man to I uh yeah um so I I have something to confess to you David and it's something I've been lying about my ages entire time I've been lying about my age it turns out I'm actually I'm actually 14 I'm gonna be honest here David I feel like I have a connection here with you I want things to still work out with us what do you mean now I am I I you know he really very very hard I I am no why dude what no I'm actually 14 but I hope that doesn't get okay I'm gonna meet I'm actually 13 now why is it going down what what do you mean no no with David no come on Jesus I'm not like that ok ok here give me one second I'll make a bean burrito trust me yeah look I I have like a bean burrito and like a microwave thing it'll only take like a minute I'm mint it'll do the trick my friend trust me I need to make my bean burrito but the short answer yes yes we are still cool David we are still cooler still Gucci but I hope it's it's still ok because I really I I saw that you were like talking about age and stuff and it really worried me and I'm I'm so glad we can continue this on even though I'm I'm like I'm really young you do have what no what's up oh sorry you keep cutting out when you said you said what the new stages in the newspaper oh don't don't worry about that don't worry about that David oh wow look would you look at that I guess everyone calling me a pedophile is wrong and are just misinformed right guys wow that's weird that's really [ __ ] weird that's really weird this is odd and I'm something you keep in mind is that this happened in the span of like under 24 hours like I started talking to him that morning and then I stopped talking to him that night so none of this [ __ ] just built up four days it just happened and and it happened fast I'm reluctant to even call this an interview because I get 2/3 of that interview is just him asking for me to fart and then me holding back mine laughter as I continue to make fart noises with my mouth but remembering cannot break eye contact because he wants me to look him in the eyes okay so what I what so what why is that what you said yet I think or like is that does have something to do with this or like is David okay cool sorry it's our I need to look you in the eyes while do it sorry after you getting this creepy [ __ ] to him that several times that it's okay that I said I was 13 I finally got sick of it said [ __ ] the interview I'm done David I have to I have to admit something what David it turns out that I I've been doing this just to expose you as a pedophile and you fell right into it you are a sick person David you you are a sick person [Music] did he hang up Ali yeah [Music] David is a sick person he'll exploit anyone who shows him any kindness especially thirteen-year-olds and then thread to commit suicide when they don't want to be friends with him anymore but there's been a single person that I've been leaving out for the majority of this video on purpose just to show you how awful David can be to other people this is David's adopted mother she's in her 80s and she can't walk put her in the care of someone like David who doesn't clean in fact she cleans doesn't work and does literally nothing and you now have a recipe for disaster PETA live stream his mom in pain he'd record her [ __ ] as he slowly follows her around dressed in her clothes he'd fight with her he'd be an overall awful person to her boy feels good anyway subscribe me to buy it shut up what what the [ __ ] what a piece of [ __ ] out of you what you [ __ ] do god damn it don't get up anymore but even still his mom would still defend him this is my mom right here you take him her I'm not a pedophile mom no he is not and I would know positively and I would be honest if he has a DA a pedophile where are they getting this idea it's all about Anthony meaning hemorrhage is crying on getting tired of it doesn't scare me one bit well they better start that [ __ ] again or they're dead no I'm not that's not my channel 4 ok they're not gonna [ __ ] you I will not let them touch me and Anthony that's not their business no it isn't any of their business you better watch it I don't play around like that I will go off and kill for the first time well they can't do that [ __ ] I'm not gonna have either mad for years being controlled never had a chance of nothing no it's gonna [ __ ] it up now I'm not putting up with it you know I don't care I don't believe in laws anyways that's why I'm not afraid it's all fake though what is that yeah but just to let you know and form you out there just drop this whole thing and back off and leave me alone ok I'm not gonna play like that no more of that crap don't start you leaving me and Anthony alone David is a [ __ ] leech absolute pimple throw the were the most despicable traits of another human being and think Jesus his mom isn't in his care anymore because living in this absolute trash heap probably took like ten years off her life to summarize David nappy is a forty three-year-old predatory manipulative pedophile who lives off with disability in a scary shack now alone who spends his time starving himself in recording dead cats [Music]
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2020.10.02 14:41 AnguisSib Old naked mums

Hello everyone, I'm new in this SubReddit, and I'm new in writing, I'm currently writing my first book, in english, I'm no english mother tongue, I'm doing it to challenge myself and improve my english, so I would be glad if someone could correct me if i use past tense and continuous past tense wrong. This are the first pages (which are not untouchable) and I would like have some kind of feedback.
The moon was climbing the ocean, vainly mirroring her shiny beauty in the water.
Kalha admired that stunning picture through the window, swinging her black wooden chair, an excellent piece of craftsmanship with carved roses and snakes crawling from the legs to the backrest, drinking cheap tempranillo wine, accompanied by a full ashtray.
The young woman heard her father turning on his noisy old car to go to work.
Must have not noticed that I was awake.
She thought, and sipped another warm drop that led her vision to blur.
Completely mesmerized, for a moment she felt like the moon, became a paint stain in a clear black sky, spoke to her, a language that she could not decipher, but that recall, that sweet chant hitted her like a train of welfare, loosed her body like a rag doll, throwing her mind in another dimension at the speed of light in clutter consciousness.
Fast and heavy steps rumbled down the stairs breaking her trance, Melanie, a brilliant little lady with not many friends, passed her free time immersed in adventure books and helping in the housework.
«Bad dream?» Mel looked at her and nodded, running to her sister’s arms.
«It’s ok, everything is ok now...» Kalha said. «What did you dream of?»
«Mum, it was her, I’m sure, I was sinking in quicksand, calling her, begging her to help me, but she ignored me, she laughed and walked away until she disappeared in the mist and I didn’t had any voice left» Mel explained sobbing, with tears sliding on her face, she tightened the grip more and more to her doll, already consumed by Kalha when in younger age felt alone.
«It was just a bad dream Mel» Kahla felt guilty for not knowing what to say more.
«But it felt so real»
Kalha clutched her little sister between her arms, kissing her head.
«Within the warm embrace of a beloved one, fear and time cease to exist, leaving you in your purest form». Whispering with her most solace voice as if it were witchcraft.
The now worn candle, killed by a weak gust of wind, left the room impregnated with wax perfume, in dense obscurity, pierced by the moonlight, which helped Kahla to bring her sister by now in Morpheus' arms to bed. Once she reached the creaking stairs a sensation that someone was looking at her assaulted her, that inexplicable paranoia got bigger every step taken, she turned and looked at the shadows in the corridor come alive in her mind.
A shiver going down the spine made her hasten the pace and quickly close the door behind her, share the bed with her sister and join the dream God with her.
At first light, Kalha, already awake, showered the house with the smell of excellent coffee and freshly baked croissant, that Melanie devoured in a blink of an eye with a large fresh orange juice glass and warm milk.
«Time to go Mel»
The little girl hastily took her tiny backpack with her cloth doll, Maika, popping out of the zipper, kissed her sister and proceeded to the daily adventure path to school.
Cristalia is a touristic port city, loud talks of the market filling the streets, chaos, sweat dripped from every forehead brave enough to not be hidden in the shadows, smelly fishermans, and of course, old ladies seated on fruit crates knowing life, death and miracles of every single fellow citizen. Particularly Rodrigo, prepared to finally go home after his night shift at the port. Tall and skinny as a needle, dancing inside his work suit, with an arched big nose leaning out under his brown hat. "Poor Rodrigo", is what the old ladies said at his sight, left alone with two daughters after his wife mysteriously disappeared when the second child was in the cradle, destroyed by it, Rodrigo barely speaks to anyone about his lost love. He grudgingly knew that many rumors spread around the city about her disappearance, who say that she ran with another man, that she left because she wasn't happy, or even that she didn't want to be a mother. Bored people who like to make up mean stories for entertainment. He muttered to shake off the gossip burdening his back for years.
Rodrigo looked at the new sun, shining in the ocean from the window, with a big glass of red wine, surrounded by the smoke of his pipe.
«It's eight in the morning dad, you should drink tea, not wine»
«I work at night, the morning rule doesn't apply to me» the father justified himself and winked at his daughter.
"While everyone is enjoying their warm bed in the dark of the night I work my arse off, now, everybody is working and I drink my wine. Would you deprive an old man from his liquid imagination?"
Kahla was silent.
«How's Melanie, I barely see her in school days
I miss my little girl»
«She had a nightmare about mom just after you left for work, I'm worried about her»
«Mmm…» He exhaled like a dagger penetrated his heart.
«I should spend more time with her, I will… Today… today we will go to the zoo, have fun, have a little walk, and see those exotic animals and what the heck! One of those expensive "Mint and pistachio gelato", I'm drooling at the thought of having that thing in front of me» The father said and jumped off the chair after he gulped the remaining wine.
«Good morning!» He announced his going to bed with a silly grimace.
«Good morning…» Kahla chuckled.
The lavender candles filled the bathroom with their scent, the steam of the bathtub water condensed on the mirror, tearing drops through her naked reflection. Kahla massaged her milky white skin with moisturising cream, soaked her long black hair, reaching her bony hips, with eggs and coconut. Relaxed after a bath, Kahla started her daily meditation, to escape her mind for the necessary little time to stay sane.
She layed in bed, took deep breaths and revisited the memories of when she was a happy little kid, playing outside in the vast flower fields, almost able to smell those fantastic colorful tulips, spreading to the fields until the eye can't see. Kahla imagined herself on a swing attached to the clouds, swinging over the camps, feeling the wind caressing her cheeks and hair.
Her body shaked, little electric shocks travelled through her spine and chest, arms of fear immobilized her as she uselessly tried to lift her numb body.
The worry delayed her awareness of getting closer to the roof, she saw a thin silver string that connected her to her body, floating, she admired her unconscious shell resting on the bed, if only she could not see her face in that moment, she would have thought to have turned pale.
Did I just fall asleep? What kind of dream am I dreaming?
Her hand passed through the knob of the door and so did her, she walked to the kitchen and saw the glass with wine stains, the moka on the cooker, everything was as she left it. She paid a visit to her dad's room and saw him sleep peacefully.
This is no dream, it's too real, it can't be.
The questions suppressed fear and she flew through the roof like a bird, leading her to the majestic view of the city from above, the streets revealed their square shapes, all leading to the central market just outside the port, followed by the immense carpet of water, little white stars shined in the ocean, mirroring the rays of the sun. The moon was on the other side of the empty sky, barely visible, in silence. Kahla, euphoric, flew through the streets, looked at the people walking, probably going to work or doing some daily commissions.
The bakery shop was full of clients, as usual,
fishermans filling the crates with ice to expose the proudly fished merch in the early morning, capturing the eyes of the vacationers, probably returning home with a bad deal.
And Jacob, the watchmaker, just opened the shop. Weird, she thought. Jacob works in the afternoons. She noticed the watchmaker impatiently look at a silver handmade clock, revealing the hour from the shell of a turtle just before opening the door.
The world was still going without her, and she was seeing it from a different perspective.
With incredible speed she directed towards the horizon, looking through the crystal clear water. She had the naive sensation of being amazed by discovering and living new things in life, the sensation that only a child has the privilege to feel, unfortunately lost, once grown. She turned over, floated over the water surface and enjoyed the sight of the first clouds of the day slowly taking possession over the sun. The rain preferred to ignore her body and join the ocean underneath her instead, when a distant charming voice immediately took her attention, a voice recalling her name. Her heart jumped to her throat and the silver cord violently pushed her back to her body that bounced in bed before she could do anything.
«A coin for a poor soul, miss?» One of the beggars uselessly tried to achieve Kahla's attention, determined towards her invisible goal.
I don't even know why I came out here, looking for something, for answers, but I don't even know the questions, don't know where to go, maybe i should...
«Mussels! Fresh mussels, do you want to make your husband happy for dinner, miss?"
Kahla absently looked back at the merchant and walked away.
They look the same as the ones I was flying upon before. Or maybe my mind is just tricking me.
She thought, peering at the persons consuming breakfast in the bakery terrace, maintaining her pace under the rain while she was holding her jacket closed.
She bursted inside the clock store. The interns were made of brown wood, such a collection of clocks in such a small place, every kind of clock known was there in any material. In the middle of the shop there was a case upon a pedestal, containing a golden pocket clock with embedded sapphires and lapislázuli, the clock numbers were made of silver and in the center a shiny diamond that took away any doubt about the price of that masterpiece. The giant working clock was coming in sight through the transparent case, the roman numbers were carved inside the wall, reached by the watch hands, tall like a man, made of ebony, giving the idea of being inside a massive cuckoo clock.
«Kahla! What an unexpected visit, how can I help you love? The watch I gave you doesn't work anymore?» Jacob's heart melted, as much as everytime he looked in her eyes.
«No, the watch is perfect, I'm actually here for you»
«For me? You made my day happy, can i ask how you knew I was going to be here in the morning»
«I didn't, or at least I think so, I just came here» Kahla said, carefully choosing her words.
«Mmm ok, I…»
«At what time did you open today?»
«Eight o'clock, regular as clockwork»
«Show me your pocket clock, is it a turtle?»
«Here, is actually a tortoise, Kahla I don't understand, why these questions? Why the clock? What's going on?»
Kahla looked at the clock and gently placed it on the counter.
«I'm not sure, I got to go»
II
«Which one was your favourite?»
«The hippos! They are so big and they look so soft! I saw one eat a whole watermelon, twice as big as my head, in seconds! Which one was your favourite?»
«The ostrich, pretty bizarre looking animal got to say that, but that malformed chicken is the closest thing to a dinosaur that I've ever seen alive, it fascinates me»
Mel exploded in a loud laughter and his father followed her.
A moment of silence sitted with them at the bench. Rodrigo kept eating his waited Ice cream and looked at the sun going down in the horizon. It reminded him of when young and thoughtless, he was admiring the sunset, hand in hand with his future wife, making love and laughing until sunrise, he could have listened to her laughter for hours, it was something that never satiated him.
I loved you so much. He thought, directing his eyes to the sky.
The true reason why Rodrigo wasn't spending much time with his daughter was because she reminded him of her, every moment spent with the only two persons that he has left in the world, reminded him of her.
«Do you like your ice cream?»
«I don't really like the mint, it taste like frozen toothpaste»
«It taste like toothpaste to you because you grew up in a city, I grew up in a farm, the smell of those little plants, the ice cold tea with lemon and mint that your grandmother used to make… and you're too small for a nice mojito, dancing to caraibic rythms on a beach with a flower necklace. That's what it tastes like to me»
«What's a mojito?»
«You'll know one day, you'll know»
Mel looked at the sun merging in the red ocean, mother heart blushed by the awareness of her own beauty.
«The sun fled, sky blushed red, and love has spread.» the little girl recited.
«You used to say it to me before bed»
«I did, I recall when I knew that your mother was the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my days.
It was sunset and we were talking about life, fell for each other and happy to be, when suddenly she looked at me with tender humid eyes and said, "I'm sorry" and just runned away.
I fell in love with your mother the first time she fled from me, and I let her, it took her three weeks to show up again, good heavens!
She had some little demons that she had to fight with, every now and then, she had to do it alone, and I respected that»
«Was she pretty?»
«Oh, my little girl, she was indeed, like a wild rose on top of a mountain, that will sting you hard if you try to pick it up»
«Do you think she's still out there? I mean… somewhere»
Rodrigo looked at the daughter he raised, changed diapers and fed not so long ago, and realized what she just asked.
«I do…»
«Kahla? You ok?» Rodrigo knocked.
No answer came in return from the room.
«Dinner is ready we are downstairs if you're hungry»
Melanie with a tall chef hat, stirred the tomato sauce with basil, helped by a stool to reach the cooker.
«The spaghetti are almost ready… i think»
«Yes, chef!» the father shouted while setting the table ready «We could watch a movie»
«Perfect! Of mice and men, such a masterpiece! Did you see this one already Mel?» Rodrigo said coming out from the closet that hid his vast collection of dusty vhs movies.
«I only red the book, I love it, let's watch it»
Just after a little while the film jumped and confusingly redirected the camera in a green field full of elegantly dressed people, drinking and laughing, a kiosk took the attention of the cameraman, followed by a man and his wife.
«Maybe I should take it out, we recorded over the…»
«No don't»
Melanie barely recognised her father, younger, happier, healthier. That was the first time Melanie saw her mother's face. Her father did not lie about her beauty, in the midst of all those people, she was radiant in her wedding dress, bright white as a light bulb, she was holding a bouquet of tulips, green eyes that mirrored her soul, long black hair entangled in the dress lace, laughing. Mel ran through a highway of contrasting emotions without realising that she was smiling back at her mother's laugh.
They looked at that video in silence, their minds spoked to loud to articulate a sentence. A silence that soon broke by Kahla, returning home soaked by the rain. Her face became even more exhausted when she looked at what her family was watching.
Rodrigo looked at her silently, she staggered a couple of steps and kissed the ground with her body producing a dull sound.
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