30am. I thought about calling a taxi, like I normally do, but this time I decided to walk. Sent her a text that I am on my way, knowing that, she woul... only read it in 2 hours time.An hour and half as passed, since I've been in the bus, when a message came through " Heeeeyyy baby. Good morning. How are you?"I replied " Good morning baby. I am good, as always." Because we don't call each other, our name's, instead it's " Magic Sloth and The Prophet ". Magic Sloth " I am looking forwards to see. “You should have listened. Now, you’re all gonna die.”~~Damien~~Oh God no.Damien stared on from a distance, buried deep in his Cloak with binoculars in hand. Close enough to hear what Jack said though, just barely. No, not Jack, not anymore.Stake him? Could he stake him? Last time Damien had staked the Ripper, the curse had just finished a one-on-one with a giant spider monster the werewolves struggled with. He’d been a tattered, broken vampire, weakened and drained. Now, Jack looked like he’d. .dainty ankles... and painted toenails... but what captures the lewdinterests... of the rest of the Onlookers... are your delicate hands...brightly red painted nails... long nails... feminine nails... to go withyour delicate hands... and fingers.. and thin wrists... just sittinghere... jerking two Pricks... two rather large... black pricks...slipping your hands... both hands... daintily... up and down... eachone... both Men... at the same time... loudmouthed booty bandits... whojust need to get. But now it’s Hannah’s turn to take control. “It’s time to go to the playground,” she says. Jade lifts her leg off the bridge, her whole body is ready to go over the edge, but she knows know they’re both going to make her wait. Make her beg. It’s now past dusk and most people have left the area. There’s no one left in the playground. Hannah heads straight for the top of the castle, where there’s a small house, not entirely enclosed, but just enough for a little more privacy. Practically.