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theyanderespecialist · 3 months

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(Remake) Base Yandere Valentino Headcanons (Part 1) (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter and this one is a remake of Valentino and a warning there will be toxic traits!]

(Disclaimer: VALENTINO IS NOT A GOOD PERSON!!! HE IS A TERRIBLE PERSON AND AN ABUSER!!! It is fine to simp for him IN FICTION!!!! But DO NOT SAY HE IS A GOOD PERSON OR JUSTIFY WHAT HE DOES!!!

Disclaimer 2: Valentino is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life, he is also a horrible person in canon! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

-Remade Base Yandere Headcanons With Valentino Part 1-

.Valentino is the worst, very much terrible, the most disgusting man there is!

.Though he can be very charming.

.He is someone that a lot of people could hate fuck.

.He is obsessed with you, he claims to love you, but his love is more of an ownership and control.

.He would very much see you as his property.

.He is possessive, controlling, and demanding.

.He will use the pheromones in his salvia that he has to drug you into being a good darling.

.He is going to manipulate you into being his.

.He does not care if you want him or not, you are his and he owns you.

.That is all he sees it as. That you are the love of his life, at least to him you are.

.He would use other drugs to make you obey.

.Keeping you dependent on them so that you stay in line.

.He will use physical punishments to keep you in line.

.He would not hit you like he did Angel Dust, more so he would grab you by the arm or hair.

.Dragging you to his and your room.

.Where he will punish you by using his salvia to put you in the mood and fuck the obedience into you.

.Or spank you if he must.

.He is not going to be abusive in the way of hitting you and being overall violent persay, but he will be rough with you if he needs to.

.He is going to gaslight, manipulate, and blackmail you into being his.

.If he can have his way he is going to get your soul in a marriage contract.

.He will also most likely share you with Vox.

.But there is the sort of Air Quotes around "good" side of him.

.He is very much like an abusive husband in some sense.

.Where he goes in the cycle of abusive but then loving.

.He loves to spoil you cause he buys you all the things you could want and you know he will hold them over your head.

.In his mind if he makes you feel loved with all the items he gets you then you cannot complain about not being allowed out of his tower.

.You cannot complain about him anything.

.He would also guilt you with it, How dare you ask to leave the tower when he does all this stuff for you?

. do you not know how lucky you are to be with him?

.How much money and time did he put into you? You should be grateful.

.Though there are moments where he can be soft with you, you always are on edge cause one wrong can make him in the mood for sex or can make him pissed off.

.Having Valentino as a yandere if you do not have the power to stand up against him, is walking on eggshells.

[This is just part one we will get more onto him later! I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

#yandere #yandere valentino #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere headcanons #headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino #valentino x reader #reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #twigger warning

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star-trek-fandom-confessions · 20 days

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#543

"I have to bite my tongue when people criticize snw's Kirk because he is skinny when tos' Kirk wasn't but then in the same breath they'd laugh at snw's actor who plays kirk because he's "old" when he should be younger than shatner's Kirk (even when Wesley doesn't look old at all; even if he did so what he's doing a great job) I feel insane like good for you you're not fatphobic you're just spewing ageism all over your blog

I'm sorry this is really negative but please for the love of god stop talking about Wesley's age thanks"

#confession 543 #star trek #star-trek-fandom-confessions #strange new worlds #the original series #james t kirk #paul wesley #william shatner #twigger warning #fatphobia #ageism #critical confession

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courtneyslawyer · 8 months

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Heather’s Hair

(Read Caption)

this is a little rushed but I tried to recreate @eavee-ry ‘s original art

#tdi fanart #tdi #island of the slaughtered #total drama fanart #total drama #duncney #courtney td #twigger warning #heather tdi #heathers hair #heather island of the slaughtered #Cody #Noah #nfl

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zinxii · 4 months

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Insanity.

"Oh... I'm not making thneeds fast enough aren't I...? These workers are not making them as good as before... Guess I'd have to eliminate them."

"Lorax..? Good to see you there old friend. You wouldn't mind if I cut more trees would you? I need this for my company... It's not doing so well, haha..."

//wanted to do some horror art thing or whatever ^_^ Idk if it worked lol

#tw blo0d #tw g0re #onceler #the onceler #fanart #art #greedler #the lorax #onceler fanart #twigger warning #onceler fandom #dark themes

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ofovertime · 7 months

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Curse User / Villain Kento Nanami. ( thanks geto! )

Pictures for better thought. ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

Sir is an asshole. He will tell you to fuck off if you annoy him just hard enough.

Haibara's death really affected him, so it's like he sits on his shoulder telling him what to do. Kill this, don't touch this, etc, Haibara is his voice of reason when it comes down to his job. Only Nanami can see him and hear him.

Nanami wears a black suit with a white undershirt most times or black on black. He doesn't wear those glasses unless he has a headache. So you get to see the resting bitch face 24/7.

Nanami is sweet to kids and women. Just if you are a man, Well good luck getting on his good side, Unless you are Geto. He wouldn't be like this if he didn't follow him.

Nanami also has a slip personality. Company man during the day, Murder at night. ( Unless he quits that job because the kill-for-hire pays him more.

His sex drive is higher than his normal self. But between women and men, he's still sweeter with women than he is with men. He'll be gentle unless they are alright with rough --- men, good luck.

Don't bug him on his day off unless the payout is good. But if you do bug him on his day off, you better have a good reason. He likes his alone time.

I'm going to add more when I get to explore it a lot more.

#( ooc ) the mun.#verse; cruse user #nsft #twigger warning

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cartoonmadness2230 · 27 days

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One day in mid summer my foster parents, with who I was living with at the time had called over a medium (someone who works with the supernatural) to look at our house and to speak to deceased loved ones.

I, age 11 at the time had just lost my own mother not even 2 years back was slightly touched by this offer of getting to speak with my mother again, even if it was for one last time. But I however didn't like the fact about talking to a complete stranger about my mother's passing.

I hesitately sat on the front porch and watched as the medium stepped out of her car.

I don't remember much about her except she was drivering a black car that was probably give or take 6 maybe seven years old, it definitely wasn't new on any means. But I do remember she was wear a leather jacket and a wight button up top with blue skinny jeans and brown flats. I don't remember her face but she had gold ball earrings and blond neck length hair. I think it was dyed cause at the top it looked somewhat black or gray.

My foster parents weighted eagerly on the front porch for the medium to come up the 4 stairs up to the porch.

The medium sat down and smiled, she placed her bag on the side of her chair, readjusted her hair and sighed happily before asking names. (I'm not going to state names of the foster parents because of bad relations I had with them, but I'll call them mother and daughter since the were a family that had adopted me. Side note mother is 62 around this time and daughter is 27.) I didn't even get a chance to say my name or even speak before it was said for me.

I looked down slightly sadden by this and I think the medium could tell to but never said anything. (I can't remember what the mediums name is so I'm just going to call her the medium like I have been.) The medium goes on with speaking before asking about the house and us.

We had nothing strange or weird happen with the house so I don't know why my foster parents were so eager to talk about the house to see if anything was in the house with us. Maybe because the house was built in 1910, but so is the house I live in now.

The mother says that we just moved I that year and are making a garden in the back for my deceased mother. The daughter chimes in and says that they have been digging and going to plant flowers in the back right up against the fence.

This medium stops smiling and looks at the mother and daughter in fear, she glups and says.

**"Don't dig any deeper."**

Everyone goes silent and the daughter simply says "what?"

The medium swallow's hard and grabs her purse, putting it on her lap clutching it hard.

"Don't dig any deeper. For your own good I suggest stopping now unless you want to waken something."

All color drians from my face as the medium says this, my foster parents on the other hand just shrug it off and continue asking about their deceased loved ones. I don't even remember what happened next, I was so zoned put to even recall.

All I remember though is slowly sitting up " I'm going to my room." I say in a panicked voice as I hurry to my room. My foster parents don't say anything probably in assumption that I was going to my room because I was upset about talking about my dead mother.

I close the door and slowly look out the window to the ' garden ' we are making for my mother. As I stare at it my heart sinks and I feel this fear I never felt before. If I already didn't feel as scared as I was I would've been okay. But no, my head hurt, my stomach hurt. I didn't know what was going on, so I turned on my Playstation and turned on Spotify. I listened to some of my music to calm me down, but out of the corner of my eye I see my foster parents start to head to the backyard.

**They start digging**

Again my heats drops and I rush to the window, I can't tell them to stop, I would get in trouble for doing so, I woukd get grounded. I just stare at them as they start to dig, **they find something.**

They call my name and I run downstairs, sliding my flip-flops on and running out the back-door and into the yard.

" Hey Bailey check this out." The mother says " Daughter found some really old kids toys hidden in the ground. " I pause and look at the Daughter, in her hands she's holding a hand full of toys. Some rubber ducks, Donald duck toys, rubber bouncy balls and a singular jack.

I chuckle a bit at the singular jack, but I still feel uneasy. They head inside to wash the toys off.

The toys were so dirty, the must of been there for at least 2 to 3 decades.

It's bedtime and I get into bed, the uneqst feeling already had left me by now and I can sleep easy...

I wake up, room completely dark. My nightlight off, I go to sit up to turn it on, but I can't. I can't move, I'm completely pearlized to the bed. I can feel myself trying to move but no luck. I can still move my head slightly from side to side and up and down. I go to speak, nothing.

Nothing comes out, I look around. Nothing but a muffle. The same uneasiness coming back to me as I finally see it...see **her.**

I look right in front of me to see a girl hiding in the corner of my room, we're my shelf is, she reaches the top of my room. Her neck and upper back hitting the ceiling, the row of shape teeth, matted hair, dirty clothes, yellowed bloody teeth, dirty and brused skin, jetting out bones.

I go to scream, nothing. Tears form in my eyes as I look at her. She stares at me with a inhuman frown, her bones, her limbs. It's like her bones couldn't fit inside of her own body, like she was growing to fast.

Eventually I wake up, tears falling from my eyes as I just stare at the corner she was just in for 10 minutes straight before a name pops into my head.

Janedoe

Janedoe was the onky fitting name, since there was nothing on her to tell me who she was and what she wanted, but rest assured that I wasn't getting any sleep that night.

The next few dreams or nightmares I had with her were relatively the same, except she was now smiling. I had around maybe 3 more dreams over her in this house before we moved to a newer house.

I had around 4 dreams with Janedoe in them, the first at this new house playing out the exact same, the second one was the same but Janedoe slowly came closer to me and either bite my neck or head , i cant really tell. But I could tell in this dream when she bite me she had red eyes, the third dream...

I wake up, not in my own home, but my old home, in my old room. It's daylight outside and I look around confused, not knowing what's going on, the room looks nothing like I used to. Completely white walls, and dirty wood planks coming up from there floorboards.

The only things that were in the room were a bed and I mirror. The bed had lavender purple bedsheets on them with a singular pillow with nothing else. I turn to face the mirror, the wall around it cracking from age.

But when I look in the mirror it's not me, it's Janedoe. I look at her in the mirror, bones jetting out in disgusting ways that would make anyone puke, but she can somehow still stand.

This is when I realize I not me, I'm her. This is a memory of Janedoes.

I believe in the supernatural and withcraft and all that fun jazz since I'm an Atheist. And I'm more spiritual then anything, but this got to me since now I was 12.

She looks out the window pulling back the white curtains that have little embroidered lavender flowers on them, the backyard is filled with lavender flowers, two women in all wight dresses and big floppy hats stand in the yard talking to each other. Janedoe seems puzzled by this until banging can be heard, she goes to open the door but it's locked. She jiggles the doorknob but nothing happens.

This is when I get a good look at the door, I'm no longer in Janedoes point of view. The door is covered in lockes from the bottom to the top of the door, there was at least 30 or more different types of locks. Sliding locks, key locks, it didn't matter.

Soon a man can be heard yelling from downstairs, he stroms uo the stairs angerly with a bekt in his hand. He looks like a priest but everything that's black is white and everything that white is black except his shoes being brown. His hair is slicked back with a permanent cow lick.

Soft whimpering can be heard from inside the room, the man grunts in anger before unlocking all the locks.

" YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH, YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW!" The man yells as he slams the door shut. Whipping noises can be heard along side with wails and screams.

I wake up, not in the middle of the night but around 10 in the morning. I start thinking about this dream I just had. I researche some of the things I saw in the dream and I now know that this dream most likely took place around 1950 to 1952. I also have a feeling, by how the man acts, and how Janedoe acts that she's most likely 12. She's still just a child. And from what I can make out from my dreams of her and the toys that were barred I the backyard of my old house. Janedoe really liked ducks and jacks.

The last dream I had with her played out like any other, but this time she was smiling a genuine smile at me while waving. Again I woke up in daylight and not in the middle of the night like the other dreams. But now I'm 15 and till this day I've never had another dream about Janedoe.

I think her sprite finally found peace, that she protects me in some way. I think that's a good thought to have dint you think?

Sorry this is so long, my coworker and I were talking and I brought up this. She said to write it into the CreepyPasta website/page. I don't know we're that is so im writing it here.

Here's a drawing of Janedoe

If you guys want to make fanart of her go ahead, just credit me and @ me so I can see your lovely creations! 😊

@t4t-hantunia @max-the-silly-guy @horrorartist23

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #creepy art #creepypasta #horror art #horror #twigger warning #janegoe #Janedoe CartoonMadness2230 #my art #my artwork

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corpse-ne-ne · 2 years

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Sorry for the blood

I based this drawing off of a song

Becky - Be Your Own Pet

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of-dragonss · 3 months

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IMPORTANT!!! BEWARE OF THESE GROSS ACCOUNTS POSTING VIDOES OF UNSUSPECTING WOMEN!!!

hi guys! i know it’s been a really long while since i’ve posted anything and i’m incredibly sorry about that. but i’ve come back because today i got recommended these accounts and they’re fucking disgusting and something needs to be done. so please help me take them down?

all their posts are them filming random women from behind and getting extremely close to them with their phones. can we please get together and mass report and take these accounts down? they’re absolutely fucking sickening and they make my blood boil

#important #psa #twigger warning #gross #horrible man #beware #report #mass report

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phantom088 · 1 year

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Fun fact

hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia , is the fear of long words. Ironic it's the longest word I know.

#phobia #hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia #longword #twigger warning #long ass word #boo!#fun facts

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theyanderespecialist · 1 month

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Slenderman's Darling Part 2: Yandere Slenderman X Pregnant Wife Listener (Creepypasta)

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corythesaxon · 6 months

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You know, I’m glad I escaped by family back in 2018. I think I’m finally getting better now that I’ve cut ties with them. It’s been tough but it’s worth it. I have my mother and that’s all I need.

My family still think I’m an evil ungrateful bitch but I don’t care. I know that they’re abusive and no matter how hard I try to tell them that they’re horrible they’ll never listen.

I remember when I still lived there (West Virginia) and when my family members were over it was all of them bullying me. I was often berated, re-traumatized, made to feel lesser, and even sexualized. I wouldn’t conform to our families values and I was made to suffer for it.

I would literally be begging them to stop making fun of me and just being terrible to me and they wouldn’t. They didn’t like that I took my education seriously so when I tried to inform them on things they’re wrong about they would just tell me to shut up or start mocking me.

They prioritized my abusive and perverted second cousin over me. That pig would literally grab my backpack on the bus and would start throwing things out the window. He even threw my earrings out (which were a gift from my grandpa before he died) of the window. He would call me a scank and a whore. He’d say I have STDS and would say that I have cockroaches in my titties and pussy. Yet when I told my family this they would said things like: “Maybe Noah just likes you.” Or “if we find out you’re lying you’ll regret it.”

They believed him over me.

My grandma would be just as worse. She’d often start fights for the hell of it. She’d also put her nasty hands on me even though I told her I don’t want her touching me. She’d tough my breasts and butt all the time. She would even open the door to the bathroom and stare at me even though I told her multiple times that I was naked or using the toilet. Tell me this isn’t weird? She’d also abuse animals and tell me I’m grouchy and disrespecting her for calling her out on the abuse. She’d put me to work all the time when I was at her house because that’s “all I was good for”. Or she’d force me to kiss her on the mouth when she had tobacco in her mouth.

I’m glad they’re all dying now. Maybe the cycle will end.

#TW abuse #abusive family #abuse #twigger warning #west virginia #rednecks

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ddringo · 7 months

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Woke up to Snow

He looks tiny there in the big, white, hospital bed. Looks like he’s sleeping in a bed of soft snow. Looks peaceful at first glance, much like on the ice.

Asleep.

Tubes are running from his body. IVs drops, and pads across his chest that register his heartbeat. There are monitors everywhere in the room, filled with information that Harry doesn’t understand. There’s a big, large tube down Peter’s throat. Helping him breathe. Keeping him alive.

Harry looks past all that. Look past all the medical machines and medications and the sound of nurses and the scent of a sterile, clean, room.

He just sees Peter.

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cataleya-donovan · 2 years

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“I have been haunted by the ghost of my worst mistake every day of my life. I long for peace that will never exist.”

State of Emergency

The 24th of July had marked the end and the beginning for Cataleya. The igniting of one flame had extinguished the other.

Two and a half weeks had passed since then. The woman was sitting on the floor in her empty apartment, legs pulled up to her chest as she looked around. It wasn’t home yet. The walls were barren, the refrigerator held no food, and the rooms were empty. She left all her furniture in Hawaii, giving it to the landlord as a gift. Truly, it was because Cataleya couldn’t bear the thought of having any items in her new apartment that she could tie to Jacob. Thinking of him was too painful.

Cataleya had broken his heart and hers in one fellow swoop, spreading the pain to their friends and his family like an untamable wildfire. She knew it was her fault, this she never denied. The sudden knocking on her door snapped her out of her thoughts, glancing at the clock. 10AM. The movers. She had almost forgotten.

She pushed herself up to stand, brushing off the dust from her clothing as she walked to the door, checking the doorbell camera footage from her phone before opening the door. The movers entered, carrying items that she had packed and shipped from Hawaii. Her clothing and personal items among them. The movers from the furniture company had arrived shortly after, delivering her new bedroom, living room, and dining room furniture sets. She directed them where to go, supervising while they assembled the furniture and placed it where Cataleya specified. After an hour’s time, they collected their tools and handed Cataleya the signed receipts before leaving.

It wasn’t more than two minutes after they had departed that the doorbell rang. Then there was knocking. Cataleya glanced at her phone. Her doorbell camera was not picking up anything. Frowning, she cautiously took steps towards the door and checked the peephole to see who was on the other side but there was no one there. The hallway was empty.

Heart hammering in her chest, she waited for several minutes. Nothing happened. There was no more knocking, no sound from the other side of the door. Had she been imagining it? Wrenching the door open quickly, she half expected someone to come out from the shadows but no one came. She almost missed it when she was closing the door. A large, manila envelope was laying on her doormat. She picked up the unaddressed envelope and brought it inside, closing and locking the door behind her.

The contents within the envelope sent Cataleya in a tailspin. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as she pulled out the black and white photographs. Photos of her arrival to Los Angeles with Jacob, leaving the prison after visiting Adriel, her dinner with Georgia, her dinner with August in Miami, her day out with Lei and August, and her most recent visit to Pelican Bay State Prison. They had found her and had been following her since she arrived in Los Angeles. Her loved ones were in danger and it was all her fault.

“Damn you, Carlos!” she screamed, throwing the photos and sinking to her knees in defeat as the photos littered the floor. It was then that Cataleya saw a photo she had missed. She picked it off the floor to examine it and suddenly, she was screaming.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Cataleya cried, her entire body trembling out of fear and disbelief. The photo was of her only sibling, her younger brother, dead. His face was bruised and bloodied, clearly tortured before his execution. Her finger traced the outline of his face, tears rolling down her cheeks and slipping off her face.

“No, not you. Why didn’t they take me instead?” she cried out to no one, her voice barely above a broken whisper. Sobbing, she dropped the photo and covered her face with her hands. She cried out again and again until she lost her voice, her throat raw and swollen as were her eyes.

She had lost track of time. How long had she been laying on the floor, clutching the photo of her brother to her chest. When she could no longer physically produce tears, she stared up the ceiling in silence. Her makeup was ruined, mascara streaked across her face. She felt utterly hollow inside.

The words written on the back of the photograph read ‘this is only the beginning…”. There was more to come. Her loved ones were being targeted. She couldn’t lose anymore.

11:11PM, the clock on the microwave read. Clambering to her feet, Cataleya managed to stand though it felt like her legs were going to give out any second. Move, she willed herself. You need to get out of here.

A bag was packed within minutes, grabbing only the essentials and stowing her concealed handgun in its holster. With her passport in her hand, she brought her bag to the kitchen island and set it down. With shaky hands, she sent one last text out.

August, there’s a change of plans. I’m canceling our flights to Mexico. I’ll let you know when we can reschedule. Don’t worry, everything is fine. I just have a lot going on this week with moving back home.

After the message was sent, she threw the phone across the room, watching it shatter against the wall once it made contact. The broken pieces littered the floor with shards of glass and hardware. Grabbing her bag and passport, she walked out of her apartment and made her descend down.

The journey to Texas was long but she arrived in Houston two days later by bus. There, Cataleya booked a night in a hotel so she could refresh for the next haul of the trip but she had another reason for being in Houston. In a bank within the city, she had a lockbox of which no one knew. Grabbing the contents of that lockbox later that day, she withdrew half of the cash she had stowed away along with a second passport.

The following day, she boarded a plane out of the country. “Bienvenida, Señora Michaels,” welcomed the immigration officer as she stamped the passport Cataleya had handed to her. Cataleya gave her a small smile and thanked her in Spanish, taking her passport once handed back to her and grabbing her bag from baggage claim. She had arrived though the journey was far from over.

Enduring two more days of travel by bus and finally half an hour’s journey by boat brought Cataleya to the secluded island in which her safe house was built. Docking the boat, Cataleya tossed her bag onto the dock and hopped out, pulling the rope to secure the boat to the dock. When she was satisfied, she grabbed her bag and made way for the beautiful home in the center of the small island.

The pathway up was lit with solar-charged garden lights, the cameras on the home turning in her direction when they sensed motion. Arriving at the front door, she opened the keypad and punched in the numerical code 10151990. The door opened to the secured fortress, Cataleya stepping through the threshold. She waited then stated her name calmly, the voice recognition accepting this greeting. The lights within the home turned on automatically, illuminating the inside. The door automatically closed and locked behind her. She was safe.

Tossing her bag on the table in the living room, she left it to head into her office. She was exhausted but she had to write a letter.

Amor, I will never abandon you, no matter how far life takes me from you. Forever yours, Nirvana Michaels

Setting the pen down, she reclined into the chair and closed her eyes as the tears fell. She would mail it in the morning.

#twigger warning #violence #death #runaway #[ Cataleya x 2 ]

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