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❝Hey, Ian,❞ he grinned, casting a brief glance over his shoulder. ❝Ahh, you see that guy back there - big angry fella with a lovely scowl? Yeah, might have nicked something from him and he’s a little grumpy. Mind acting as if you know me for a bit? I’ll make it worth your time~❞
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'are you not used to it yet, darling?'
"I am, but that does not lessen the suffering."
"Wake Up!"
"Нет, нет! Отпустить! Пожалуйста!" She is screaming, the Russian being ripped from her throat. Her voice wavers and shakes and grows hoarse the more she screams. "Я буду хорошим, я обещаю. Я буду вести себя хорошо! " Trapped in her mind, she is fighting off too many hands. Hands of her trainers, of her targets, or her fellow Widows. Each and every one is grabbing at her, pulling her hair and her skin. Scratching and clawing for purchase. "Нет, нет, нет, нет, нет. Пожалуйста. Не то, чтобы. НЕТ!" She screams even louder, thrashing against invisible attackers. She’s fighting, trying to push them away, even as they converge on her. She sees nothing but the hands, the arms. But she knows who they belong to, because she killed each and every one. In her mind she fights against the hands, but can’t seem to damage them. They only grow closer, more violent with their movements. They’re lifting her in the air, cutting her off from her only way to defend herself. A blood-curdling scream rips its way out of her throat, and goes on as long as she has the breath to sustain it. Claws rake against her skin, ripping open flesh and causing bloody marks down her arms, her naked chest. She screams again, thrashing harder.
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"You haven't met my roommate yet." Natasha said as she strolled into the living where she knew Sif was sitting, a black bundle of fur in her arms. The bundle in her arms squirmed as she approached the couch. Without any warning she deposited the cat in Sif's lap. "Meet Liho. She's a cat. If you're gentle, she won't hurt you. Be gentle." She plopped down next ot her girlfriend. "Pet her head and back, she likes that."
