Kristen fan Art

In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, successivo to a Cibo container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and pesce something out. Most of it had already passed the scadenza date, but Debra didn’t care. Cibo was Cibo and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....

Dale pulled himself of off Debra, who was staring ahead of her, completely in shock.
“If te want to te can clean yourself up” Dale suggested and he pointed at a door. “There’s the bathroom”
As in slow motion Debra put the toga, abito back on and climbed out of bed. Shaking on her legs she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the latch down and entered the room. She closed the door and locked it.
She turned the doccia on and undressed. When she got in the doccia the water was painfully hot, but she didn’t care. She looked down and saw blood mixing with the water.
Still feeling dirty Debra...

At the gate there was a man waiting for them. Debra sobbed as Agnes dragged her to the gate. “Will te stop yelping already?” she snapped annoyed. She pushed her toward the man. “She’s your problem now”
“What are te going to do?” Ross asked, while he tightened his grip on Debra.
“I’m going to segnala to Dale. I’m sure he’ll want to know we found his little treasure” Agnes replied and she gave Debra a crabby look. “Use as little violence as possible. Dale wants her to look perfect on her birthday”
She walked to the house while Ross dragged Debra to the back of it, which...

Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had detto something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded da how little he knew about his partner and again he promised he would do something about it.
But first he had to find a way out of these ropes. He started moving and twisting his left wrist. He felt his skin burning underneath the rope, but instead of going easier he picked up the pace and a couple of painful minuti his hand was loose.
He quickly untied his right...

Ryan parked his car at the dock and stepped outside. He ran to the pier towards a motor boat. On his way he’d received another call from Claire with further instructions. He had to get to a barca named Matthews. The keys would be in the ignition.
Ryan hurried into the barca and ran to the wheel. He started the barca and navigated in the instructed direction.
About thirty-seven minuti later Ryan saw a white barca and he navigated towards it. When the Matthews was right successivo to it, Ryan walked to the edge, stepped up and jumped. He could scarcely grab the gunwale of the barca and climbed on board....

After having digested those unmistakable words Beth muttered something about a camicia she had to seminare, scrofa for Dale. She quickly separated herself from the malicious child-hater and headed back to the house.
She walked straight to Dale’s room and shut the door. She ran to the window that had a perfect view on the background. It was a sad thing her parents had to be the center of distraction, but right now she had no other choice but to take advantage of it.
She walked to the closet, opened the drawer, took out a pencil and paper and then went sitting at the table. She placed her pen on the paper and...