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Das verbotene Gefühl Teil72
The Forbidden Feeling Part72
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Here is a new part of me. I would have liked to answer your clerks, but they have disappeared after the new layout of the page. Anyway, I can't get to them anymore! Sorry!
I hope you continue to write clerks diligently! (Because I already have my crisis with this new technology here!)
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The forbidden feeling part72
>>> Romain !!! Romain love! What happened? Romain get up. he shouted, anxious to rush over to his wife, which was prevented by a huge kick in the stomach. He hesitated along the floor, hunched over, as the men began kicking him at random. The frightening figures beat the middle-aged man as if there was no tomorrow. The iron toe caps of the shoes dug into his stomach and every other imaginable part of the man's body, which was always followed by a dull, pitiful scream, which was stopped by another blow.
But Little Rose hardly noticed anything, she only heard the plaintive, painful screams of her father from a great distance, they did not really penetrate her ear. She only had eyes for her mother. The beautiful woman's mouth was half open, her eyes were completely closed and blood came from her forehead, staining her white, pure skin and the sinfully expensive dress. It forms a little lake around her face, this bright red terrifying liquid.
Rose gasped for air, moving her jaw, but neither sound nor air came out or in. Her throat was dry, it felt like her skin was peeling from the inside, she couldn't say anything. The black-haired doll clutched the door handle with the strength of a tiger's paw, her fingernails left visible traces on the golden-lacquered piece. She was shaking, which was more of a good sign because she didn't really feel like she was alive anymore. Her heart had stopped, no more pulse penetrated her body, she no longer seemed to feel anything.No cold, no warm, nothing. There was nothing more than this inexpressibly large emptiness. Only the unconscious relax and re-contract her muscles, suggest movement. Her childlike silver eyes were fixed and wide open. They seemed as big as owl eyes. She didn't seem to have moved or even twitched her eyelashes for minutes. The happy, lively shimmer had disappeared from the face of her eyes, what remained was this large, expressionless, black hole, all around gray, meaningless emptiness, completely matt, glassy and milky. The images that played out in front of her were projected onto her retina; she saw them, but could not understand them. With her childlike innocence, she did not understand at all. She felt so helpless, so left alone, no idea what to do, but she couldn't scream, she couldn't run away, she couldn't even cry.
Roderick's body, now covered with deep wounds, abrasions and bruises, was kicked around like a ball, he didn't really get a chance to defend himself.He slammed into furniture or other objects like a doll and was kicked around until one of the men let go of him and turned to the young woman. He crouched down and lifted her chin. Groaning, she half opened her eyes, tears pouring out of them, but they looked just as weak as the rest of her body. So the other people let go of the man, he remained motionless in a crooked position on the floor, only his chest bobbing up and down indicated his more or less liveliness. Loud laughs bounced down on him, or so he thought, but that didn't seem to bother the proud nobleman, he was happy for his life and so he lay quietly. But the laughter never stopped, only when the shrill squeaking and screaming of his wife stood out from the turmoil that had formed around her, did the quite wealthy entrepreneur understand what was being laughed at. The tallest of the men had grabbed the beautiful woman by the throat and pressed her against a wall, her fingernails clawed fearfully into the hand that had damaged her, but she was too weak to be able to do anything.
Psychopathically, the creepy flayer produced a shiny knife from under his cloak. It was narrow and sharp like a scalpel and had a wonderful red and gold decoration on the handle, such pieces of jewelry were only found in the Russian royal family.
Carefully like a finger, he ran the dagger along her cheekbones and it left a barely visible trail of blood, but the woman grimaced in agony. Laughing, he lifted the dagger in the air, it flashed like a prism in the sunlight.
Then her husband rose up as fast as an arrow, with the speed of a big cat he pulled a sharpened letter opener from his desk in one movement as he stood up and stormed towards his wife's tormentor with a raised weapon, who did not notice him and went on with his plans . Few Cm and Roderick would bury the object in his back, repay him for all the suffering he had done to them, when another figure made a strange exclamation.Shocked, the man he meant turned around, including his wife, but by then 3 shots had been fired from another companion's black polished weapon - and Roderick was fatally hit. The bullets had come so quickly they couldn't have been seen. Not even a spark popped out of the gun or a sound that could be heard further away. The procedure is called killing unnoticed.
Rose 'father was standing in the room, still holding the letter opener. His movement had stopped but actually his body had been programmed to continue, so he took his last step and sank painfully to his knees. His eyes only stared into those of his wife, his hands had found their place on his thighs, his throat was half open when suddenly a dark red liquid escaped from his mouth and he fell like a heavy sack of potatoes to the ground with wide eyes.
Romain's eyeballs protruded silently, she couldn't speak or cry, only a low, tortured whimper escaped her throat as she had to watch her husband die before her eyes.Like Rose, she didn't seem to understand the situation, didn't seem to understand, didn't want it to be true. The moment her husband's body fell to the floor, her heart had stopped beating too. Even if she didn't know it yet, her ghost had died with it and the same fate was about to happen to her.
The men stood for a few seconds in the now shattered room, Rose didn't notice anything more, because unconsciously she took a step back so that she lost sight of the room, she neither let go of the door nor turned around.
She just stood there for a split second and suddenly, as if a switch was being thrown, she began to run. She ran and ran. The beautiful thing was running for her life. She stormed as fast as she could carry her short legs. The air pressed against her lungs and the tears blocked her view, but she just kept walking on and on without even turning around.She jumped down the stairs, stopped taking the stairs, just made a big leap. With a thud, she fell on a step, because she hadn't managed to bridge such a distance, and rolled down the stairs with loud screams. But she was too scared, she didn't feel the pain, she just had to go, but where to?
Yeah, where would she go? She ran to HIM. Whenever something happened, the spoiled princess ran to HIM. He was her hero, he had always protected her and he would do it this time too. Without turning around, she got up and scrambled down the stairs on all fours when at the end the most beautiful boy she had ever seen turned the corner.
> Gabby (Gäbby) !!! Gabe (Geyb) !!! (Please pronounce the names as they are in the brackets after them. These are Rose's nicknames for Gabriel <- pronounce in English: Geybri-el)
Completely perplexed, he stared at the little, crying girl, she just reached over her hip with her head. He immediately hugged her protectively. He wore pastel-colored pleated trousers in blue, with black patent leather shoes and a white shirt was stuffed into his trousers, held in place by a brown belt. (1) His eyes were the same sapphire blue color as Drevil's eyes, they appeared to be exactly the same, no difference. His hair was completely white, almost silver, it gleamed preciously in the chandelier light. He had parted straight in the middle and combed his hair down to the side, it lay loosely and reached a good two centimeters above his ears. His reassuring smile was like the glow of the sun and you felt just as warm and secure in his arms.
Rose dug her fingernails into the boy's knitted shirt, which soaked her with tears. She screamed and cried, her voice breaking with every other word.The little schoolgirl fidgeted hysterically and distraught until the budding teenager grabbed her shoulders, calmed her down, and spoke to her.
> Rose! I'm here, everything will be fine. Talk already! What happened?
> There were men ... Mum ... Dad ... it was so bad ... they were black ... all black ... I couldn't see anything ... I was scared ... so scared ... they screamed and screamed ... I couldn't understand a word ... and then someone went ... there someone attacked dad ... and then ... then ... there is blood ... blood ... Gabby ... blood ... the gun ... the gun ... dad ... Gabby ... you have to come with me quickly !!! she screamed fanatically without even taking a breath and now began to drag the young boy with her.<<< br />
... to be continued
HEGSMDL Your Sen-Jinka
Here is a new part of me. I would have liked to answer your clerks, but they have disappeared after the new layout of the page. Anyway, I can't get to them anymore! Sorry!
I hope you continue to write clerks diligently! (Because I already have my crisis with this new technology here!)
Well, now enough, enjoy reading!
The forbidden feeling part72
>>> Romain !!! Romain love! What happened? Romain get up. he shouted, anxious to rush over to his wife, which was prevented by a huge kick in the stomach. He hesitated along the floor, hunched over, as the men began kicking him at random. The frightening figures beat the middle-aged man as if there was no tomorrow. The iron toe caps of the shoes dug into his stomach and every other imaginable part of the man's body, which was always followed by a dull, pitiful scream, which was stopped by another blow.
But Little Rose hardly noticed anything, she only heard the plaintive, painful screams of her father from a great distance, they did not really penetrate her ear. She only had eyes for her mother. The beautiful woman's mouth was half open, her eyes were completely closed and blood came from her forehead, staining her white, pure skin and the sinfully expensive dress. It forms a little lake around her face, this bright red terrifying liquid.
Rose gasped for air, moving her jaw, but neither sound nor air came out or in. Her throat was dry, it felt like her skin was peeling from the inside, she couldn't say anything. The black-haired doll clutched the door handle with the strength of a tiger's paw, her fingernails left visible traces on the golden-lacquered piece. She was shaking, which was more of a good sign because she didn't really feel like she was alive anymore. Her heart had stopped, no more pulse penetrated her body, she no longer seemed to feel anything.No cold, no warm, nothing. There was nothing more than this inexpressibly large emptiness. Only the unconscious relax and re-contract her muscles, suggest movement. Her childlike silver eyes were fixed and wide open. They seemed as big as owl eyes. She didn't seem to have moved or even twitched her eyelashes for minutes. The happy, lively shimmer had disappeared from the face of her eyes, what remained was this large, expressionless, black hole, all around gray, meaningless emptiness, completely matt, glassy and milky. The images that played out in front of her were projected onto her retina; she saw them, but could not understand them. With her childlike innocence, she did not understand at all. She felt so helpless, so left alone, no idea what to do, but she couldn't scream, she couldn't run away, she couldn't even cry.
Roderick's body, now covered with deep wounds, abrasions and bruises, was kicked around like a ball, he didn't really get a chance to defend himself.He slammed into furniture or other objects like a doll and was kicked around until one of the men let go of him and turned to the young woman. He crouched down and lifted her chin. Groaning, she half opened her eyes, tears pouring out of them, but they looked just as weak as the rest of her body. So the other people let go of the man, he remained motionless in a crooked position on the floor, only his chest bobbing up and down indicated his more or less liveliness. Loud laughs bounced down on him, or so he thought, but that didn't seem to bother the proud nobleman, he was happy for his life and so he lay quietly. But the laughter never stopped, only when the shrill squeaking and screaming of his wife stood out from the turmoil that had formed around her, did the quite wealthy entrepreneur understand what was being laughed at. The tallest of the men had grabbed the beautiful woman by the throat and pressed her against a wall, her fingernails clawed fearfully into the hand that had damaged her, but she was too weak to be able to do anything.
Psychopathically, the creepy flayer produced a shiny knife from under his cloak. It was narrow and sharp like a scalpel and had a wonderful red and gold decoration on the handle, such pieces of jewelry were only found in the Russian royal family.
Carefully like a finger, he ran the dagger along her cheekbones and it left a barely visible trail of blood, but the woman grimaced in agony. Laughing, he lifted the dagger in the air, it flashed like a prism in the sunlight.
Then her husband rose up as fast as an arrow, with the speed of a big cat he pulled a sharpened letter opener from his desk in one movement as he stood up and stormed towards his wife's tormentor with a raised weapon, who did not notice him and went on with his plans . Few Cm and Roderick would bury the object in his back, repay him for all the suffering he had done to them, when another figure made a strange exclamation.Shocked, the man he meant turned around, including his wife, but by then 3 shots had been fired from another companion's black polished weapon - and Roderick was fatally hit. The bullets had come so quickly they couldn't have been seen. Not even a spark popped out of the gun or a sound that could be heard further away. The procedure is called killing unnoticed.
Rose 'father was standing in the room, still holding the letter opener. His movement had stopped but actually his body had been programmed to continue, so he took his last step and sank painfully to his knees. His eyes only stared into those of his wife, his hands had found their place on his thighs, his throat was half open when suddenly a dark red liquid escaped from his mouth and he fell like a heavy sack of potatoes to the ground with wide eyes.
Romain's eyeballs protruded silently, she couldn't speak or cry, only a low, tortured whimper escaped her throat as she had to watch her husband die before her eyes.Like Rose, she didn't seem to understand the situation, didn't seem to understand, didn't want it to be true. The moment her husband's body fell to the floor, her heart had stopped beating too. Even if she didn't know it yet, her ghost had died with it and the same fate was about to happen to her.
The men stood for a few seconds in the now shattered room, Rose didn't notice anything more, because unconsciously she took a step back so that she lost sight of the room, she neither let go of the door nor turned around.
She just stood there for a split second and suddenly, as if a switch was being thrown, she began to run. She ran and ran. The beautiful thing was running for her life. She stormed as fast as she could carry her short legs. The air pressed against her lungs and the tears blocked her view, but she just kept walking on and on without even turning around.She jumped down the stairs, stopped taking the stairs, just made a big leap. With a thud, she fell on a step, because she hadn't managed to bridge such a distance, and rolled down the stairs with loud screams. But she was too scared, she didn't feel the pain, she just had to go, but where to?
Yeah, where would she go? She ran to HIM. Whenever something happened, the spoiled princess ran to HIM. He was her hero, he had always protected her and he would do it this time too. Without turning around, she got up and scrambled down the stairs on all fours when at the end the most beautiful boy she had ever seen turned the corner.
> Gabby (Gäbby) !!! Gabe (Geyb) !!! (Please pronounce the names as they are in the brackets after them. These are Rose's nicknames for Gabriel <- pronounce in English: Geybri-el)
Completely perplexed, he stared at the little, crying girl, she just reached over her hip with her head. He immediately hugged her protectively. He wore pastel-colored pleated trousers in blue, with black patent leather shoes and a white shirt was stuffed into his trousers, held in place by a brown belt. (1) His eyes were the same sapphire blue color as Drevil's eyes, they appeared to be exactly the same, no difference. His hair was completely white, almost silver, it gleamed preciously in the chandelier light. He had parted straight in the middle and combed his hair down to the side, it lay loosely and reached a good two centimeters above his ears. His reassuring smile was like the glow of the sun and you felt just as warm and secure in his arms.
Rose dug her fingernails into the boy's knitted shirt, which soaked her with tears. She screamed and cried, her voice breaking with every other word.The little schoolgirl fidgeted hysterically and distraught until the budding teenager grabbed her shoulders, calmed her down, and spoke to her.
> Rose! I'm here, everything will be fine. Talk already! What happened?
> There were men ... Mum ... Dad ... it was so bad ... they were black ... all black ... I couldn't see anything ... I was scared ... so scared ... they screamed and screamed ... I couldn't understand a word ... and then someone went ... there someone attacked dad ... and then ... then ... there is blood ... blood ... Gabby ... blood ... the gun ... the gun ... dad ... Gabby ... you have to come with me quickly !!! she screamed fanatically without even taking a breath and now began to drag the young boy with her.<<< br />
... to be continued
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