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Post by Madge Baker on Jun 24, 2016 2:00:12 GMT
Isabelle began waking up in John's arms. Still disorientated, but definitively awake. It was what Madge had been waiting for, and finally she could begin the game. The screen's text suddenly changed to a very clear command. The first in a line of 5 to follow. How far would they go to keep each other alive? JOHN USE THE RAZOR TO SHAVE YOUR HEAD
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jun 24, 2016 8:52:17 GMT
John was so glad to see Isabelle finally wake up. At least now she was alive, and not dead like the other guy in the gardens. He carefully helped her up on her feet. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze to make her braver, but also to gain some bravery for himself. Now that everyone was awake he began to look around the room and the people of what would happen next. Seeing a text appear on the screen. At first he just stared at it for a few seconds, not quite understanding what it said or maybe not connecting his name. Being part of the game had driven him into a weird state of stress. Especially since he didn't know if he was going to live or die as the end result. And now he also feared for the safety of his sister. Finally the command clicked in his brain. Glancing around at the faces of other people. As if to see what they were thinking. It didn't bother John that much to lose his hair. It would only grow back, but somehow it made him uneasy to think what other people would think of him. Slowly he moved to the table and picked up the razor in his hand. He ran his hand through his long thick hair just to feel around the job he was undertaking. It might take a while for him. He knelt down on the floor to gain more stability for himself. He brought his hand to the front of hid hair and tugged on it. Then he ran the razor along his scalp to cut the chunk out. Letting the hair cascade down on the floor from between his fingers before he moved on to the next chunk and repeating the action. He was operating blind, so he tried to concentrate on his movements and just feeling around with his hands. Sure he could have asked someone to do this for him, but he didn't want to appear weak. As he moved towards the back of his head his task got more difficult. Feeling the stinging sensation from the little cuts the razor left. The cut hair and the sweat making them sting more. Finally when he was done he wiped the razor clean on his pant leg and closed it and put it back on the table. Running his hand on his now cleanly shaved scalp to feel how smooth it was. It was sort of weirdly enjoyable actually. He returned back to the others, not choosing to make eye contact with anyone yet.
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Post by Isabelle Blackwood on Jun 24, 2016 9:33:31 GMT
Isabelle felt her hair move across her face, a hand... She recognised the soft gesture almost instantly as a brotherly one, but her mind was foggy and she could not understand why John would be here or where here was. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up to see the familiar face of her brother; though she had exchanged a few words with him through the wall, there was nothing that could compare to the joy of having him here.
Though that joy was swiftly evaporated when Isabelle realised they were not in a luxury bedroom, they were back in the basement. Her mind swam with the after-effects of the sleeping drug and she swayed slightly as she sat up too quickly. She steadied herself against John as her eyes whipped across the room to swiftly determine the nature of their current predicament.
She would have cursed, if it were not considered improper to do so. She lifted her arm to find a yellow wristband and searched out her partner. The blonde bimbo, oh how delightful. Though she supposed being paired with someone with a lack of brains may make her more easily manipulated and may prove favourable in this situation. John's words about gambling sprang to mind.
Next, Isabelle studied John's band and with a glance that punched her in the gut, she saw the same red on Ruber's wrist. She felt like the air had been smashed from her lungs. He had saved her, hadn't he? Perhaps, but she doubted he would necessarily extend the same courtesy to her brother. She looked at Ruber with a meaningful gaze, before looking at the new order on the screen.
Isabelle nodded at John and interlaced her fingers with his, shaving his hair off was almost a mercy. She knew how cruel these games could be. As long as they came out of this alive, she would be satisfied - she hoped.
As John moved to take the razor, Izzy moved her hands to his bent knees. She wasn't sure if she was being supportive to him, or whether she needed his comfort right now. She supposed it did not matter. Ultimately, they needed each other.
As his blonde, lustrous hair began to fall, Isabelle kept her face blank. It was hair, only hair. She looked at his soft eyes and tilted her head like a bird might.
"I am fairly certain that the correct phrase for this situation is," Isabelle cleared her throat with a small smile. "You look more devil may care this way."
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jun 24, 2016 12:05:50 GMT
John appreciated Isabelle's friendly gesture, and was grateful she didn't take it further. If she had he probably would have cried. It was only hair, but cutting it all away felt so humiliating although he tried to act tough. When it was over and he was waiting with Isabelle for the next order. He dared to look he in the eyes. More to reassure her than to seek reassurance for himself. When Izzy cracked that joke he could not help but to laugh a little. "Thanks Izzy." He said with a smile and took a hold of her hand. "I needed that."
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Post by Holly Jones on Jun 24, 2016 13:48:45 GMT
As she saw that Isabelle was finally waking up, the game was about to begin. She would have tapped Isabelle a couple of more times to have her wake up, but, waited until she got up herself. She did give out a sigh of relief so, the game could be done and over with. She then heard the first command which was shaving his own head. Wow, that sounded as though it was very painful indeed and it sounded as though it would hurt, but, it was part of the game, which was to follow the command on the television. He then saw that he was doing that and she looked away in disgust, not willing to see the blood and cuts on his head. But, then, after seeing seeing that it was just the hair falling out, she looked up at him and seeing only his scalp getting shaved, he did not look that bad after all. She went towards John for a second and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, you still look pretty good looking. No need to worry." She said, and gave him a playful pat with a tiny slap on his ass. She then went back to her original spot on where she noticed that Isabelle was giving Ruber a gaze and she growled a bit and quickly showed her the ring. "Ruber is my fiancé and my lover." She said, as though she did sound a bit possessive, but, she wanted to make it clear that Ruber was all his and not anyone else's. Time to concentrate on going back to the game, as she did not know that who was going to be next to do something. She then noticed that Izzy and her were chatting for a bit and she sighed for a bit and she did chuckle at her gesture and looked back at Isabelle. She tapped her on the shoulder quickly and gave her a small wink. "Hey, partner. Looks like as though us girls should stick together. I see these type of scenes in movies, and I did study this in film class before my mother died, so, might as well remember." She said to her, with a small sigh, and then looked at Ruber and blew him a kiss. Damn it, she wished that she and Ruber became partners for the game so, the two fiancés would at least work together to get out of the situation pretty quickly.'
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Post by Madge Baker on Jun 26, 2016 2:14:33 GMT
As the task was finished, the screen flashed again with a new message. DEAN EAT THE EGG
Little did he know the egg was a delicacy in foreign lands called balut. Madge wondered if he would be able to hold it down.
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Post by Dean Gray on Jun 26, 2016 19:53:39 GMT
Dean blinked as his name appeared onscreen. Eat the egg? That seemed harmless enough. Although judging by the other 'tools' lying on the bench, the odds of it being pleasant wasn't exactly high. Dean wondered how this 'egg' would measure up to shaving ones hair off. If it was worse, it would obviously be worse afterwards. If that was the case, by the time his partner would be asked to do something, it would possibly be so horrible that she might not do it, sealing Deans fate. Then the strategically sound thing to do would then be to not eat this egg. If Dean didn't do that, his partner would die and he'd live. Truly a Prisoner's Dilemma. Dean didn't want another woman to die by his hands. There was also the fact that people would undoubtedly blame him for this one, as the choice was ultimately his to make. Weighing the options against each other wasn't difficult. It was, after all, eating an egg or killing a person. If his partner didn't go through with whatever the TV asked her to do, Dean would take action.
Dean sighed, before pushing himself up from the crooked position he'd been sitting in. He hadn't been sitting long, but his limbs were already stiff by lack of motion. Moving over to the table he picked the egg up. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he realized it was slightly bigger than a regular chicken egg. He couldn't tell which type of egg it was though. Having already decided he was going to eat the egg no matter what, he cracked the egg towards the table edge so as to remove the scale. Dean wrinkled his nose at the sight that welcomed him. Inside he saw the half-formed embryo of what he thought was a duck. Perhaps duckling was more correct, it being an embryo and all, but that didn't matter, he had to eat it anyway. Shaking the egg slightly to see its consistency, he saw that he would have to chew. He pinched the bridge of his nose at this discovery, before sighing once more and moving his hand further down to pinch his nose. "Bottoms up" Dean said, before pouring the contents into his mouth.
As he had feared, the taste was horrible. Holding his nose dampened it slightly, but it couldn't cover everything perfectly. He started to chew. He'd feared that the bones would be hard, but they weren't, they were soft, almost like 'Al Dente' Spaghetti, Swallowing the part he had chewed, he instantly felt the urge to vomit. Fighting it, he continued chewing. Then he hit the beak. A relatively loud crunch could be heard as he bit down and shattered it between his teeth. The sensation brought forth another rush of nausea, and once again he had to fight back the urge to vomit. He wasn't sure if their captor would allow him to vomit, then again, if they didn't and he did vomit he could at least say he tried to save his partner. No one would believe it though. Holding it in, he prepared himself to swallow. Removing his hand from his nose and putting it in front of his mouth, he forced down the mushy mixture of blood, feather and bone, sprinkled with crushed beak. Halfway down his throat, his diaphragm reacted by convulsing violently, pushing it straight up to the mouth again. He had to hold his mouth shut with his hand before once against forcing the mush once more past his throat. The second time it went down, and Dean swallowed once more to make sure everything was gone, before removing his hand. Realizing he was still holding the lower part of the egg in his hand, he put it on the table top down, like a shot-glass after a shot.
Maybe he wouldn't be alive after this game, but he would at least go with a clear conscience. Not with a clear stomach though, that egg-thing was horrible. Making sure he wasn't grimacing after the foul taste, he turned around to face the rest "Well, I might have eaten an egg, but that's better than looking like one." He said, looking at the former blonde-haired man, adding a smile.
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Post by Holly Jones on Jun 26, 2016 22:22:26 GMT
As she was playfully poking John's head for fun, knowing that he did still look good as he was, shaved scalp and all, he was still pretty good looking. She then heard another command, mentioning that Dean had to eat some sort of food, and that was an egg; she did giggle a bit, thinking that was such an easy task, but, at the same time, thought that the egg was either from another area or it had poison in it. She went over to the egg and examined it for a bit, making sure that it did not have toxins, or any foreign ingredients. So far, when hearing these two challenges, she could not decide to imagine on what was more dangerous: someone shaving a scalp or eating a egg with unknown toxins or ingredients. But, rules are rules, after all. The blonde haired woman looked at him examining the egg and raised an eyebrow, willing to see if he was going to eat it or look at it some more; she could tell that if he refused, the partner would die and that would be a lose-lose situation to get out of the hellhole, and of course, especially during a game like this, rules are rules, and she did remember a previous partner of his, which was female dying, and of course, she could tell that he did not want to go through that same situation again, but, still had to do it one way or another. She then looked up at him with intensity and anticipation, willing to see if he was going to do it. She then saw him cracking the egg, and the smell did make her nose wrinkle for a bit, since the small was pretty disgusting, but, was not sure if that was the intension, to have someone eat a bad egg. She saw there was a some sort of scientific embryo, but assumed that the killer worked hard to make the egg smell and taste disgusting. As soon as she heard him saying the words "bottoms up", Holly covered her mouth, and her nose, thinking that was just brave of him to do that, by eating pretty much anything in the egg, even though it was a bad one, it was part of the game after all. She was heating the crunching of the egg, and she felt her ears piercing, of the loud chewing, and could imagine that it would be bad sensation to war something like that. She then heard another crunch coming from his mouth, and tried to resist her bad imagination of her eating something like that, but IF she had to do that, she would save her partner, but, he was not going to know if it was going to be her getting the next task or her partner. So, she had to prepare for worst of the worst, IF she or Isabelle would have to do something ridiculous and dangerous. She saw him continue eating the full egg and she was sighing in relief that his partner was going to be alive. He then heard his comment of him eating the whole entire egg, and she walked up to Dean and patted his shoulder. "At least your partner does not have to die, sugar. You were so brave." She said, giving him a pat on his ass, and looked at the television, willing to see on who was going to go next.
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Post by Madge Baker on Jun 27, 2016 14:07:26 GMT
The screen flickered once again to reveal a new command. ISABELLE USE THE KNIFE TO CARVE THE WORD "WORTHLESS" INTO YOURSELF Madge wondered if she would do it, and if so, where she would choose for the scar to be. It was almost like choosing a tattoo location. Maybe she would get someone to do it on her back, so she wouldn't have to see it. The thought made Madge smile. She would still know it was there. She would never forget it.
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Post by Messua Freya Ouédraogo on Jun 27, 2016 20:19:14 GMT
When everyone was awake, Messua took a few steps away from the group to the background. The game would soon start and she hoped it was not her turn to be first. She wrapped her arms around her upper body and looked at everyone silently, waiting what would happen. Quite the opposite to the blonde woman whom walked around like she knew everything. The black-haired voodoo priestess frowned. The female made a lot of fuss out of nothing and Messua was right before saying something, when the first task appeared on the screen.
She tightened inside. Would he shave his hair all by himself? Not that it wasn't without a risk, but she felt some kind of urge to offer her help. But John just took the razor and did it all by himself. She sighed relieved. At least this task wasn't that cruel at all. It might lower the pride but after all it was just hair and it would grow back again. And normally it would look better afterwards than before. A smile rushed over her lips. As if he would need to get more handsome.
The next task ripped her out of her thoughts. What was so special about this egg? It seemed a quite easy task to her. And it was the guy whom was paired up with her who had to eat it. He better didn't fail. By his disgusted face the egg seemed to be harder to eat than assumed. "Don't throw it up.", she whispered, a slightly feared sound in her voice. She walked towards him and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you.", she whispered, giving him an apologetic smile.
The next task popped up on the screen and her eyes grew big. What the? She pressed her lips together. Her glance fell on the brunette and she hesitated. Then finally she took a deep breath. "I can cut it into your skin, if you need help.", she offered with a calm and soft voice. It wasn't that she didn't trust the woman to do it on her own. But she didn't trust in her knowledge. She could cut herself deeper than wanted. Messua gave John a short look. Maybe he should offer his help? They seemed to be pretty close. "I offer my help.", she said again softly. "I don't think anyone in here knows how to use a knife properly. I do.", rituals were a tricky thing. And those including animal sacrifices and blood were the worst.
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Post by Holly Jones on Jun 28, 2016 4:04:08 GMT
As Holly was seeing what was going on when hearing the next command on the television screen, and it was Isablle, her own partner cutting her own arm saying "worthless", and she was shocked to having someone going through that task, as it could count as self-harm and since her mother died, Holly's heart did begin to shatter for a bit since her mother died of cancer. But, at the same time, she did remember from the first game that the brunette haired woman was looking at Ruber, the guy whom almost had sex with her, and of course, Hollly had to use her body to get him to notice him. She did smirk at the thought at first, as she had that thought of jealousy in her head, as he was looking at her, willing to do it, including other words, but, all she wanted to do was at least do it and get it over with, not knowing if it was going to be her turn anyway. She then saw that another woman was getting a different reaction from hers, as she looked as though her heart was shattering as to her seeing on what was going on with first John shaving his head, Dean eating her egg, and now Isabelle writing on her arm. This game was getting more and more interesting by the moment, although the tasks were pretty much daring with blood or or something similar to that, but, rules are rules and they had to do it to save their partner from being killed in the game of course. She then saw that the dark harired woman was getting a knife to do the honors of keeping her alive, but, again, she wanted to do it to keep herself and Isabelle alive, but, she was at least saving them both, so, Holly did not have to do it, but, then again, was not sure if she was not going to do it herself, she would die right away. She then went up to Messusa for a second and tapped her shoulder, holding a knife in her hand. "Hey, I'll do it. I am not sure if the partner is supposed to do the honors, or if someone else had to do it instead of the partner." She said, looking up at her with a serious look. She then looked up at Isabelle, not taking the risk of her dying and as she heard the words of the young woman mentioning that she was able to use a knife properly, she started to back off for a second, and at least she was learning on how to use a knife properly, and she did look as thought she did know on what she was doing, so, she watched very carefully. "Sorry for her doing this to you, Isabelle, although we did have our differences when we stared at Ruber, you still did look nice after all." She cooed into her ear and stepped back so, Messusa could do the honors.
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Post by John Smith Kowalski on Jun 28, 2016 18:28:31 GMT
John was more or less getting annoyed at Holly for constantly invading his personal space. The way she was fondling his now bald head or slapping him on the butt. John kept shooting glares at Ruber as if to say to control his woman. And he was also not that thrilled about Holly's insinuations that Izzy somehow had some sort of attraction towards Ruber. John knew that was an impossible feat. But also he sort of felt bad towards Holly. As if she had reason to be jealous over Ruber. With a face like that he would drive people away rather than draw them towards him. Once the new task came up he took a sharp intake of breath. He was pissed at the one behind the scenes. He was fine shaving his head, but to carve a word like that on his sisters skin? Unforgivable. He took a few moments to calm himself, it was not worth it to stage a tantrum over it. Izzy had the money to do plastic surgery when they got out of here. But still he knew that it would hurt. John watched Messua battle it out with Holly who got the honours to cut his sister. Which annoyed him although he knew Messua was doing it out of kindness. Holly seemed to be doing it just out of wanting to survive. He moved to Messua and grabbed the knife from her. Twirling it skilfully in his hand just to show off a little, but also to shut up any opposition the two women might have about his knife handling skills. "I can do it." He said aloud, practically to no one and still to everyone. He turned to look at Izzy in the eyes. This would hurt him just as much it hurt her. But he didn't trust anyone else to do it right towards Izzy. He wouldn't cut too deep, and he would not carve the letters too big either. "Where do you want it?" He asked her.
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Post by Isabelle Blackwood on Jun 28, 2016 20:56:57 GMT
Isabelle had watched the proceedings with a growing sense of grim realisation. There would be a task for each of them. Her only solace was found in the fact that John had already completed his so there could be no more anguish for him. Yet, her stomach churned as she watched the man eat the egg and she felt nausea rise inside her, so much so that she forced herself to look away. She had kept her eyes on John and clutched his hands from the cold floor as the twisted event continued. It was only when everyone's eyes swung to her that she realised it must be her turn and with horror, she saw the command.
ISABELLE USE THE KNIFE TO CARVE THE WORD "WORTHLESS" INTO YOURSELF Isabelle's first thought was no. She would not lower herself to commit such an act. She would not degrade herself for some sick kidnapper's entertainment, she had more dignity than that. Besides, she hated any form of orders from others and had a natural tendency towards defiance. She watched as the others snatched up the knife and passed it between them like a sickening game of pass the parcel. "No," Isabelle said, her voice cold and firm, echoing in the basement. "Any of you bring that knife near me and I promise, you will regret it dearly." Her eyes flashed as she stood up and brushed down her clothing, straightening her dress and surveying the current situation. The threat was, her partner would die if she refused to partake in the activities. Yet, she had been paired with Holly. A lowlife, someone who considered Ruber to be her ultimate priority, was delusional to say the least and deemed it appropriate to engage in sexual activity prior to someone's death. Why should Isabelle, a Duchess who served her community, carve the word 'worthless' into her own skin when the person she was doing it for was much more worthless than herself? Izzy pondered the alternatives for a moment, assessing the game and debating if she could play this situation to her advantage. "Holly," Isabelle stepped up to her and watched her evenly. "If I commit this act, you must vow on any dignity you have or anything you hold dear, be that your fiance," she scoffed as she gestured loosely in Ruber's direction. "Or whatever else, that you will never speak to me about Mr Keen again, never refer to our relationship as though one exists, never consider me competition for your fiance when I hold him in the lowest regard. Also, you will never again engage in sexual activity with said individual in my presence." Isabelle dropped her arm, not turning to Ruber. Despite him having saved her in the last game, she still doubted his motives. Perhaps he had seen her star and was simply hoping to throw her off guard. Either way, any mention of him still disgusted her and she sought to avoid it at all costs. Without ado, she continued to recite the rest of her deal. "Most importantly, when it comes to your turn in this game, you will play your part as I will and not pose a risk to my life," Isabelle watched her closely as she said this, for this was the part she considered most risky. If she let her live and she then refused to partake in the next task, Isabelle's life would play forfeit. "Lastly, one day I will come to you for a favour and you will vow to fulfill it, whatever the terms. Do you accept this arrangement?" Isabelle watched Holly unflinchingly, studying her response. It would have to be believable for Isabelle to consider drawing blood to secure the deal. The knife was currently in the hands of her brother and she tried not to shiver at the thought of him cutting into her, yet it was his hands and no-one elses she wanted to commit the act. The word itself was just a word, she had learned long ago not to let them affect her. The part that hurt was the fact it would mark her flawless skin.
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Post by Holly Jones on Jun 28, 2016 22:56:45 GMT
As Holly noticed that her partner, Isabelle was noticing that she was seeing other people doing their acts, she looked at her, as though she could tell that she did look disgusted by the horrid things that was happening with the other people. First John shaving his whole entire hair off until he was bald, Dean eating an egg that one does not know that he was eating poison or an or finery egg. The blonde haired woman looked up at her seeing that she was next to do her command, and of course, a couple of seconds ago, there was two women, including herself willing to cut those words into her. She was not sure if that was intentional to kill her directly, or just doing that for fun; after all, she was still not sure if she had to do it, or someone else had to do that act to keep her alive. She heard the brunette woman refusing to let them do the act, and she had to make sure if one of them did it, she was make Holly at least stay alive, so, it was life or death. "Isabelle, let one of them do it, unless I will do it myself, for my sake and I know that if it will be my turn, I will do the task to make you stay alive." She said, noticing that John had the knife in his hand. She saw the brunette going up to her, making sure that the deal was a deal: not having them speak to one another or not having sex in front of her. She did nod her head, as she was going to take this deal very seriously. "Yes, Isabelle. I will accept the arrangement of keeping us ladies alive, and no way, he is my fiancée, and as long as you do not stare at him yourself, I think things will be fine." She then crossed her fingers behind her back when she mentioned her not doing a sexual act in front of her and nodded her head, as though she did promise her. She then walked towards John, who had the scissors in his hand and breathed out a giant sigh. "John, you do the honors. I will do my part to keep Isabelle alive." She said, waiting for her part to be done and she walked back to the screen, willing to see what the next task was going to be for one of these prisoners to do. She then imagined on how bloody it would be for Isabelle when carving those words into her. She gagged at the thought at first, but, as long as the task was going to be fulfilled, she will be alive at least.
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Post by Isabelle Blackwood on Jun 29, 2016 6:57:07 GMT
Isabelle sighed at Holly's response, it was not the sort of convincing she had hoped for. Yet, somehow, she could not bring herself to fully deny the kidnapper's request. Manipulating peoples lives was one thing, something she was an expert in, however taking a life was a step further and a step from which she did not know she could return. Her eyes slid across the room to flick upwards at Ruber for a split second before moving away. She did not want to end up like him, a murderer of others. Someone in the world would care for this blonde bimbo and she couldn't bring herself to end her life.
So reluctantly, Isabelle turned towards John and nodded in his direction. She kept her face blank, though she doubted she would be able to hold up that front for the duration of the trial. Leaning forwards, she whispered into her brother's ear so no-one else was able to hear her degradation.
"Take your time John," Isabelle rested her head against his. "However much I protest, take your time for the screams will be with me only moments but the markings may be there a lifetime." She drew back with a reassuring smile. before unzipping the back of her dress and gesturing towards a small corner on the left hand side of the bottom of her back. She did not need to tell him to write it small or well, she knew he would do that for her anyway.
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