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The Story of Rose Douglas Chapter 5The Story of Rose Douglas
Months have passed. There was no evidence of the man’s whereabouts. Rose felt stuck, but with Wolf by her side, she knew that she could do it. It was another day at Sargasso, and Rose was fixing up her ship. However, she felt something hit her head hard, and then she passed out.
Meanwhile, Wolf was looking for work that the team can do. He then realized that Rose would normally be up here around this time.
“Strange...” Wolf said to himself. He selected the job and left the communications room to look for Rose.
Rose woke up to notice that her wrists were locked to a wall. She felt a headache brew up.
‘Haven’t had a headache like this since I was a child.’ she thought to herself. She also noticed that she had a blindfold on. Somehow, to her, all of this seems vaguely familiar. The blindfolding, the chaining, just everything seems to be a trigger to a memory she doesn’t want to remember.
“Long time no s
The Story Of Rose Douglas Chapter 6The Story Of Rose Douglas
Rose was locked in her chains again in her cell. Warren watched as they hooked her back up.
“You are making a big mistake you know,” Rose said to Warren,”He is stronger that you imagine. If you hurt me, he will seriously kill you.” Rose continued. Warren just laughed.
“Since when did you two care so much about each other? Really? He just wants to find us so he can kill me. I doubt that he really does care about you.” That made anger boil even hotter within Rose.
“You god damn son of a bitch! You’re wrong! Wolf does care about me! You better say your fucking prayers while you can so god may have mercy on yo--” That was when Warren took a staff and made it‘s electrical end touch the metal cuffs to send an electrical surge throughout her body. He just kept the surge going with Rose’s scream getting louder. She never had felt such agony in a long time, in all her life.
In space, Wo
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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