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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! How is everybody? I finished this chapter a couple of days ago, but I wanted to post it today, December 16th, because that's the day I made Duncan and Courtney's birthday fall on. It also happens to be my mother AND GrapeSodaBanBabies' mother's birthday today! Happy Birthday Mommy! You're the best mother a girl could ever EVER ask for, always so encouraging and sticking by my side even when everybody left, I could probably write a tome telling you how much I love you, and now my readers all over the world know, too! Happy Birthday to both moms!
Readers, brace yourselves! Things are going to get very VERY INTENSE IN THIS CHAPTER! It's only going to continue in the next chapter! BOTH HAVE LOTS OF TWISTS, TURNS, AND SURPRISES!
Thank you thank you so much to Taeyeon-ssi for helping me out with the Portuguese! You're awesome and thanks for following the story and your kind words! :)
I really want to hit 200 and more reviews! I've been advertising the story on Instagram, I hope it works! I did not draw the cover image, I found that on Instagram also, but if any and all artists want to do some fan art, message me! I'd be beyond thrilled! I am proud to announce that the first piece of FanArt has been completed! SySaiyan drew this awesome piece inspired by Chapter Three! From the sounds of it, there will be more to come
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Be sure to check out my next Total Drama story, Back to Life, Chapter One is already posted!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, OR DIRTY MIND. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, AND BUCKCHERRY, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: DRUG REACTIONS, HEAVY CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, HEAVY VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL INNUENDOS
Chapter Twenty Three: Trapped Part Two
"Where is he, Alejandro? Where's the boy?
Alejandro laughed and stomped his cigar, grinding the ashes into the carpet. "Shrimp, lobster, crabs. He's like the shit at the bottom of the ocean… DEAD." He turned around to instruct his crew. "Tie up the morons, the bouncers, the bartender, AND the vainglorious DJ. I can tell just by the sounds of him that he's going to be a tough one to tackle. DO IT!" Alejandro snapped his fingers once again, smirking, as he watched his minions get to work, before turning back to Scott and Ian. "What are you doing with your head in the clouds?! Carry on!" They laughed and went back to beating Chris.
Courtney's hand flew to her mouth as she gasped, simultaneously backing away from the vent. She shook her head, trembling, as she began to cry. Duncan's dead?! "No." She softly cried before flashing back…
Wednesday, December 23rd, 4:00 am…
Duncan pulled her in and spooned her, she held on to his arm. He whispered in her ear. "Courtney, I love you." He kissed her neck, while her eyes flew open, she thought she was hearing things. "I've been lusting after you since the first time we met, but I really fell in love with you that night at the diner." Duncan trailed down her neck with kisses, his hand caressing her hip. "I don't know if you believe me, but it's the God's honest truth." He continued kissing her. Courtney was at a loss for words, for she was happy and scared at the same time. Happy that he felt the same, but scared of ever losing him.
"Mhmm… Duncan…"
"Yeah?" He continued kissing and caressing.
"Are you serious?"
He completely stopped kissing, his hand laid on her hip. "For real? Of course. Here." Duncan rolled her over and looked her dead in the eye. "I love you, Courtney."
She had realized earlier that evening that she felt the same, and was elated that he had said it first. Why couldn't she say it back?! "Why?" was all that came out of her mouth. What the hell? The man she loves confesses his feelings and she asks "Why?"?!
Duncan scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion. "Why? I tell you I love you and you ask me why? What kind of a question is that?"
There was no way she could backpedal. "Shut up, I wanna know!"
All he did was roll his eyes before returning the gaze. "From the first time I saw you, I knew you weren't like any ordinary girl, and from getting to know you and seeing all the wonderful qualities you have, I really did and am falling for you."
It was out in the open now, and she knew she felt comfortable enough to no longer hide it. "I love you too, Duncan. I've felt it for a while, now. I fully realized it tonight, when I was telling Justin how you wanted to be with me more than anything in the world." He smiled down at her.
"I do."
She smiled back and they kissed passionately, one hand caressing her cheek and the other massaging her breast. She stopped him and put her hands on his face, giving him a serious look.
"If it's true, then how long will you love me for?"
"For as long as I am on this earth. With every breath and bone in my body, the blood that runs through my veins. Every waking moment, no matter what happens, I'll always love you."
He cupped her face in his hand, caressing her cheek. "I promise you that I will never, ever, hurt you or lay a hand on you. And if anybody else does, they'll have to deal with me. I would risk and sacrifice my own life in a heartbeat to save your's."
"That's why I'm here, to protect you. You and I, were gonna get out of here and start a new life together. With love on our side, our aspirations and dreams will come true. We'll make it so big we'll never look back." She laughed as she blinked her eyes and a couple more light teardrops fell. He wiped her tears away with his fingers and kissed her.
Two Hours Earlier
Despite much protests, Duncan insisted on taking care of Justin before he met up with Chris. "Duncan, I really don't want you to go… It's too much of a risk!" Courtney was pretty freaked out that Alejandro's crew would be there. Duncan was a tough guy, but this was her mess, she had to be the one to clean it up.
"Hey," He turned around and walked back to her, grabbing both of her hands in his. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine and nothing bad is going to happen. I swear I'll be back here with you before you know it." Duncan smiled his gorgeous smile at her.
She heavily sighed and smiled back. "Ok, fine. Do what you want, you stubborn ass." He laughed before pulling her in for a big hug.
Flashbacks End
Now it was truly ALL OVER. Her new found soul mate was DEAD. Courtney started crying harder as she fell to her knees, her face buried in her hands. Heather happened to walk in from outside (narrowly avoiding the chaos), and see Courtney. Her first thought was to walk away, but it pained her, which was odd considering how tweaked she was.
I'll be dead in a couple hours anyway, I might as well be nice to her.
"Courtney! Honey, what's wrong?" Heather walked over and got on the ground, holding onto Courtney's shoulders.
"Everything! He's gone! He's gone!"
Who is she talking about?
"Who? Who's gone?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
Maybe it's her brother?
"Duncan… he's dead!"
Duncan, that moron. Her mood and tone quickly changed from concerned to sullen. "Oh… Since when do you care about him?" Courtney looked over at Heather with a perplexed look.
"Don't play dumb, girl. You know that we've been hanging out. Yeah, I'm aware of what I thought about him when we first met, but he's more than proved me wrong. He's really not some slimy scumbag pervert like the rest of the men that visit this place night after night, month after month, year after year. He is so much more than that. Genuine, compassionate, intelligent, driven. He was also a bit lost, just like me. Maybe that's why and how we bonded, maybe it was fate."
Heather rolled her eyes up. "Don't tell me you actually believe in fate and those kinds of things…" She was starting to get infuriated and felt out of control, who knew how much longer the coke would last.
"I didn't…" Courtney stood up, with Heather following, as she walked away a little from the Asian vixen. "Until I met him, I always considered my fate to be fucked up without there ever being a possibility of change, of an escape. Duncan inspired me to think otherwise, to take the reigns of my life instead of letting desperation get the best and control me. I was perfectly content with having him as a friend… but I had been having feelings for him for a while. I didn't fully acknowledge it until last night, when everything between us changed. I not only needed him, I wanted him. It was obvious that there was some kind of attraction present between him and I, but who would ever think either one of us would act on it?" She warily giggled, not even noticing that Heather was getting more annoyed by the second.
"So you're saying that you two fucked?"
Courtney turned around to face her, only revealing so much to Heather, there was no way in hell she was going to confess cheating on Justin. "That's really vulgar, Heather. We had sex, we slept together. Not fucking. I almost wanna say "making love", but that term always makes me wanna throw up. It was sensual… and fantastic nonetheless. And when he told me he loved me afterwards, I knew that he meant it. When I said it back, I knew I really believed it, too. I had finally found love from somebody worthy and not out of despondency or necessity. Things weren't so lonely anymore… and now they are! They are now because he's gone!" Courtney resumed her crying, feeling like she couldn't calm down.
Heather's blood was boiling, her body heated up, she felt like banging Courtney's head against the floor until she stopped breathing. Why her and not me?! She suddenly changed her cards again as she walked back over to Courtney.
"Oh, Courtney… how does it feel to lose somebody else in your life?"
She stopped crying and looked over at her. "Ex-cuse me?" Why would Heather ask her something like that?
This bitch needs to be put in her place. "You heard me. How does it feel to lose somebody else in your life? The truth hurts, huh?" Heather raised her eyebrow, hands on her hips.
"That better be rhetorical." Courtney glared at her.
"Oh, but it's not. Maybe it's better that you lost somebody that didn't belong to you at all."
"What the hell are you talking about, Heather?!" Courtney was becoming really angry now. The sad thing was, she couldn't tell if Heather was tweaked out or not, considering she acted like a bitch 95% of the time. Heather crossed her arms under her crappy honeydew tits.
"Don't play stupid with me, Court. You knew Duncan was mine first, and what did you do? You took him from me for your own self!" Technically, he had been hers first, even if it was against his will, the three of them knew that.
"No, I did not! He didn't even want you for more than 5 minutes, and afterwards he regretted it. Not to mention that you drugged him! How dare you talk to me like that, I have been nothing but a good friend to you! I treated and considered you like a sister!"
"Sisters don't backstab. Sisters don't take the guys that their friends like. Sisters don't screw their sisters over! Face it, Courtney, NONE OF US CAN STAND YOU. First it was because you fucked Chris to get to the top of the chain here, and now you fucked Duncan to fulfill a need. Maybe I wanted Duncan to be my boyfriend, maybe he could have been my ticket out of this shithole. You have no idea what it's been like for the rest of us girls. Even at the lowest of the low, you get the royal treatment while we all envy and grovel from afar on the side lines. We all know about you and Chris, why he's made you the center of attention on center stage. He's obligated to you."
Courtney gasped. No, there's no way. I know he wouldn't tell anybody! "H-How did you find all this out?"
"Bitch, please. I overheard everything after you round-housed Duncan the first night he was here. So pathetic, having to blow a sleaze ball like Chris to keep a crappy job here. He pays your way and you're really smart, why not just go to college? He still loves you, it's why he was a bastard when he fucked me."
Chris and Heather had sex? That's why he confirmed everything, he probably did it to shut her up. Courtney ignored Heather's previous questions and shrugged. "Then I can't hold it against him."
"No, we all just hold it against you."
Courtney could tell something was off with Heather. She was jittery and her pupils were dilated. "Why? If you were in my situation, you'd do the same thing, Heather. Look, I'm sorry that you didn't get Duncan, but he was meant for me, not you. You can't manipulate or sabotage somebody into loving you, it needs to come naturally. When you realize and accept that, you'll find somebody."
Heather scoffed. "Whatever. All I can tell you is that my revenge on you is gonna come naturally, you wait and see, I- I" Her speech became slurred and incoherent, Heather's eyes rolled in the back of her head.
"Heather?" Courtney asked. "Are you ok?" She collapsed to the ground and started convulsing. Courtney screamed, which she knew she probably should not have done, considering who was in the club along with them. "Heather!" She ran over and grabbed Heather by the shoulders, who was foaming at the mouth. Courtney knew she was having a seizure. "Heather! Heather! I have to find a way to help you! Stay with me, it will be ok!" Before Courtney could get the other girls for help, she saw two men enter the room.
The first guy was a tall and skinny redhead that wore a grubby tank top and jeans with combat boots and a cheap leather jacket. The other guy was shorter and stocky that wore khaki cargo pants with a black shirt and vest with the hoodie up. Courtney noticed he had ombre white to green tipped hair. They both had devilish grins on their faces.
"Who are you?" She asked, rising from the ground and backing up. They must have heard me scream.
"I'm Scott and this is Ian." The redhead spoke. "Don't even think about running, sweetheart." They both started to approach her as she backed away.
"Yeah, you're coming with us, we won't bite." Ian chimed in, they had her almost to the wall.
These guys were scary, but she knew they were weak. Courtney elbowed Scott in the gut and punched Ian directly in the nose, concealing the grin when she heard the bones crack. Scott recovered from his blow to the stomach and wrapped his arm around Courtney's neck from behind, choking her, and pinned her other arm back, causing her legs to flail wildly.
"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She choked out, trying to scream.
"Keep dreaming!" Scott laughed.
"Help's too late, bitch. Your precious knight in shining armor won't be coming to your rescue." Ian grabbed her legs.
"Somebody will help me, I know it." She glanced over at Heather, who seemed to have stopped convulsing and didn't look like she was breathing, either. Was it worth getting caught? Courtney couldn't have Heather's blood on her hands for the rest of her lives. "Fine, take me, but you have to help Heather. I think she overdosed. Get her to a hospital, now. PLEASE!"
Ian scoffed. "Alright, alright, Fine! Zeke, H-Dog, Chegar aqui e ter esta cadela de Northridge Hospital. Largar ela na frente do ER e deixar ela lá." (Translation: "Get in here and take this bitch to Northridge Hospital. Drop her off in front of the ER and leave her there.") Courtney recognized the two men that brushed past them, they must have been the ones she couldn't make out earlier that held Eva and Jo at gunpoint. Ezekiel? Harold? What are they doing here?
"Ezekiel? Harold? Is that you? Why are you here?" They ignored her as she struggled to break free. She watched them pick Heather up in the same fashion Courtney was being held in now, and carried her outside to their car.
"Nothing you should be worrying that pretty little head about, toots." Scott cackled a little.
Ian spoke in Portuguese "Trazê-la para o chefe." (Translation: "Bring her to The Boss.")
The guys brought her into the main room of the club. Chris, Geoff, and Tyler were tied up to chairs and looked disheveled, the duo both had duct tape around their mouths. Eva, Jo, Lightening, and Izzy were all tied together in a circle on the floor with their mouths also taped. Another man was there, a very good looking one at that. He was tall with dark olive skin and olive green eyes, light chestnut hair in a neat shaggy cut almost to his shoulders, and a body that looked to be well toned. He wore a black suit with a red shirt underneath and a golden bull pendant around his neck. That has to be Alejandro. She still struggled to break free from their hold. "Here she is, boss. Just like you wanted her." Ian and Scott hoisted Courtney onto a chair, not caring that she landed with a thud, and rejoined their position at their boss' side.
Alejandro snickered and smiled as he stood in front of her. "Courtney McKay, we finally meet. I've had the pleasure to hear such wonderful things about you from your boyfriend. Unfortunately, everything he's ever said has now been disregarded and forgotten, since you tried to kill him…"
She gave him a confused look. "Tried? You mean…" Her voice trailed off as a figure stepped out of the shadows, her eyes widened.
JUSTIN?!
His head was wrapped up and his face was swollen. I thought he was dead! How did he survive all those hits?!
"Every. Inch. Alive." Alejandro said as Justin walked closer to Courtney, he was livid.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Sammy Sosa Jr.? Thought you did me over, huh? Aren't you the fucked one now… You pulled the wrong move."
The fear within Courtney that had been there for the past twenty minutes only continued to soar. Still shocked, she thought maybe guilt would win her the sympathy card, even though she hated groveling.
"Justin, I wasn't trying to…" He wasn't buying any of it and slapped her across the face. She gasped, he had slapped her so hard it made her head turn to the left and she started to cough up blood. I should have known better, there's no reasoning with him.
"You weren't trying to, my ass! You didn't want me to show you what you really are, you're too scared to face the truth." He was enraged and had to restrain himself from beating her to a bloody pulp.
Once she stopped coughing, Courtney looked up at him. "It wasn't intentional, you have to believe that! It was self defense, you were beating the crap out of me, then tried to rape me! You raped me before!"
Justin threw his head back, laughing. "Yeah, right. You're my bitch, I control and own you, you have to accept that. If you don't, I'll make you accept it."
"Never! I told you that we're through. A real man wouldn't dare do the things that you've done to me! Nobody should ever have to endure all the shit you've put me through!" Courtney was huffing and puffing, hot tears streaming down her scowled face. Ever since the night she was raped by him, that was when her inner strength emerged to it's full potential. No longer would she be pushed around by a pitiable excuse of a man. Justin wasn't a man, he was a heartless eunuch.
"That's what you think. If it wasn't intentional, then why run over to your sweet Brady's?"
How the hell did he find that out? How long had he been unconscious for? He probably had me followed. I can't say that it's Duncan, I have to play along and say it's "Brady", just like Chris did.
Chris looked over at his youthful ex lover, his expression was one of saddened denial, but continued to play along by referring to Duncan as Brady. "Wait, what? You were with Brady last night? Heather had been telling the truth all along." He didn't want to believe her, even though a part of him had his suspicions. Now that they were confirmed, he might as well have been shot in the stomach by Alejandro's men, the pain was that severe, not to mention a huge bruise to his already massive ego.
She looked over and coughed before rudely replying. "What's it to you? I don't owe you shit, Dick."
Her attitude further pissed him off, who was she to talk to him in such a manner? "Oh yes, you fucking do. I still own you, Chickie."
"What is with the two of you? I don't belong to anybody, I'm an independent woman and I'm nobody's bitch!" All Courtney wanted to do was knock their heads together and then roundhouse Alejandro and his crew. It didn't look like that would be happening, she was obviously outnumbered.
"You and that piece of shit were made for each other. Weak bastard, couldn't even hold his own."
Courtney felt her anger go through the roof. He was in no position to say anything about Duncan, and now he was insinuating that he played a part in his death, if Duncan was actually dead. Justin was already such a pathological liar, Alejandro had to have been one as well. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Without realizing her strength, she managed to wrangle from Scott's grip to the chair and sucker punched Justin square in the jaw. Scott and Ian grabbed Courtney again.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! MY PERFECT MODEL JAW!" He wiped the blood off his mouth and rubbed his aching jaw.
Courtney was seething mad as she was thrown into the chair again. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU DERANGED BASTARD!" Both Ian and Scott held her back this time.
"Not before I kill you first. Think you can defy me and get away with it? You're dead wrong." Justin was a king in his own mind, thinking that his good looks could get him whatever he wanted, and it worked most of the time, but no longer would it work with Courtney. She was going to get out of this.
Alejandro was getting fed up and annoyed over this idiotic lover's quarrel, what had started out to be slightly amusing had now become quite time consuming. "Now, all of you, shut the fuck up and listen, especially if any of you want to live to see past tonight!"
Everybody stopped and looked over at him while the curtain of dead silence enclosed the club. He took a deep breath. "Thank you." He turned back to Chris and started slowly walking around his chair in a circle. "First, I'm gonna empty your safe and clear your bank accounts, which you will willing give me the codes to both. Then, I'll be matching your upcoming profits from both The Tainted Kitty and The Smoking Gun, dollar to dollar, until you're paid in full." He stopped and looked Chris dead in the eye, who returned his gaze with a questioning look.
"That's it?"
This made Alejandro start manically laughing. "Were you born yesterday, weasel? Don't think I'm letting you off the hook that easily. The pain and suffering inflicted has only begun. I need some eye candy to oggle. Scott, Ian, go round up the girls and bring them out. Get their bags while you're at it!" He turned back to Chris. "When I get through with you, you'll be a penniless bum on Venice Beach, begging for chump change, which nobody will give you. You'll be wishing that I killed you." They both turned around to see Scott and Ian walking on the stage with purses in each hand, as the girls followed behind him. Bridgette and Lindsay both gasped when they saw their respective boyfriends.
"GEOFF!"
"TYLER!"
They both tried to say something, but it was muffled against their duct tape covered mouth. All they could do was look at their girlfriends with fear-pleading eyes and shake their heads. Just do what they say.
Alejandro tried to smile reassuringly at the girls. "Hello, ladies. Don't worry, if you all just cooperate and do as Papai says, you'll all live and get your purses back. If not, I'll fuck you one by one and then have my men take a turn." He laughed wickedly at their alarmed faces and gasps. "You don't know if I'm kidding or not, it's in your best interest to do as I say. Scott, put all the bags over here and untie the DJ and the bartender. I'm thirsty and these chicanas need some music to dance to. Ian, escort the girls back to the dressing room and select their outfits, make it snappy. You have to guard the bartender, she has a glint of crazy in her eyes." They both nodded and did as told. Alejandro turned his attention back to Courtney.
"And you, my dear…" He walked up, getting in her face. "I like you, I've always had a thing for fiesty girls. Muh caliente. You don't mind if I have her take me for a spin, do you, Justin?"
Justin shook his head. "Be my guest, Alejandro. I would be honored. Besides, it's not like she has much of a choice." They both broke out into laughter, making Courtney scowl.
"You think that now, but I am going to get out this, and you'll both going to pay for not only what you did to me, but what you did to Brady."
Alejandro looked over at her. "In your dreams, bela menina. The only way you'll be getting out of this is… hmmm… never."
The guys resumed the laughing until Alejandro looked up. "Ahh, bela meninas, all of you!" He said as the girls walked out, clad in dresses and two piece outfits and stilletoes or boots in all different colors. He creepily smiled as Ian came walking back from the DJ booth. "Everything worked out?" Ian nodded. "Good, now tell that crazy bartender to pour me some Jack! DJ, play some music for the ladies to dance to. Scott, grab me a cigar! Justin, hold your bitch down until I'm ready for her."
Lightening put on "Dirty Mind" by Buckcherry. The girls scrambled around awkwardly on the stage until they finally got into the rhythm. Alejandro sat back down on the throne. He reached out one hand as Ian put a tumbler of Jack in it. Scott put a cigar in his mouth and lit him up. Courtney struggled in Justin's hold. Alejandro puffed his cigar and smirked at the girls dancing.
"Everything is Alejandro's way in the end. If it's not Alejandro's way, then it is the end."
OMFG! JUSTIN IS ALIVE! HOW MANY OF YOU HAD A FEELING THAT HE WASN'T DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME?! HE MIGHT NOT BE ALIVE FOR LONG...
I WANTED TO USE "CRAZY BITCH" BY BUCKCHERRY (I AM A HUGE, HUGE, HUGE, HUGE FAN! I'VE SEEN THEM 3 TIMES IN CONCERT AND WHEN I SAW THEM AT THE ROXY, THE BASSIST STEVIE D PERSONALLY HANDED ME A GUITAR PICK!), BUT IT SEEMED KIND OF OVERDONE AND I WANTED TO USE SOMETHING DIFFERENT, BUT "CRAZY BITCH" IS ON THE NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN PLAYLIST. "DIRTY MIND" IS FROM THE BAND'S FIRST AND SELF TITLED ALBUM. IT KIND OF HAS A SIMILAR VIBE TO "PORN STAR DANCING" BY MY DARKEST DAYS, A SONG THAT WAS USED IN CHAPTER FOURTEEN THAT MY FANFICTION BEST FRIEND, SKORPIONQUEEN012, SUGGESTED!
THE QUOTE THAT ALEJANDRO SAYS AT THE END IS A PLAY ON AN ACTUAL QUOTE "EVERYTHING WILL BE OK IN THE END. IF IT'S NOT OK, THEN IT'S NOT THE END."
WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO HEATHER?! WILL SHE LIVE OR DIE?! WILL ALEJANDRO KILL EVERYBODY? WHERE THE HELL IS DUNCAN AND WHEN IS HE COMING TO RESCUE HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS?! EVERYTHING AND MORE WILL BE REVEALED IN CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: RESCUE ME , COMING SOON! IT'S THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR! IF I DON'T POST BY THE END OF THE YEAR (I HOPE TO), I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND NEW YEAR! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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