It sounds younger than the blond and a bit too excited for my comfort. “Oh perfect and you got him to specifications right? Like hes not like the last one he won’t be into it and shit?” A new voice I don’t recognise responds. “So to get him moving again all you have to do is give him a command we already have him trained to listen to you.” I can hear the blond woman from before explains to someone. I try and move my focus from the terrible smell to the voices that begin outside my box. It's some sort of smooth cloth that I try to shake of my face before I remember I can’t move. It smells like the inside of the box but twice as bad. The impact seems to send something in my box into the air and onto my face. Once again I feel my box moving for a bit and eventually set down on the ground with a thud. I wait until I can hear a door opened and a new woman's voice cheerfully beaconing my current captors inside. Its okay cutie I’m sure the Ruechilds will take nice care of you they paid a lot of money to make sure you are the perfect little servant.” She gives me a quick air kiss and closes the tiny window as I hear a banging on a door. As I look into the face of a young blond girl who flashes me a mocking smile. I don’t have time to panic at the meaning behind that because I feel myself stop moving and see a small window slide open giving me the first breath of fresh air in a while. It took about three months of recovery just to get him back into a stable state.” the older one replies. “No they sent him back to us but I’ll admit it is one of the more brutal returns we had.
“What happened to their old one or did they just off him.” The younger one says only furthering me fear. Fuck are they talking about me? What are they doing to me get me out of this box. “They want an unwilling one? Jesus poor guy I would feel bad for him if they weren’t paying so well.” I hear the younger one say. They are carrying me somewhere fuck I can’t call out what is happening. I fell myself fall for a moment and then lifted back up as I sway back and forth. She sounded older and worse sounds completely emotionless. After the husband died they ordered from us but it seems they just didn’t like them being into their actions.” The other responded. She seems to be annoyed but more worrying is th pity I hear in her tone. She sounded young maybe early 20’s if I had to guess. “Who wanted this one again cause this one was just a hassle?” One of them said. I swear I’ve heard them before but I just can’t remember where. The box I’m in starts moving as I’m pulled somewhere and I can hear the voices of two women. I can hear some movement and the sound of car doors opening behind me. I can tell I’m in a car moving somewhere and that I’m in a box and I’d give anything to get rid of my sense of smell right now.Īll of the sudden I feel my head hit what I assume is the top of my box as the vehicle I’m in comes to a stop and the car turns off. The only thing I have any control over is is my senses. In other words I a in a bad situation and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it no matter how hard I try. All around me I can smell an awful scent like vinegar but I can’t open my mouth to breath through that instead. I keep bumping into walls right next to me and right above me I know for a fact I’m crammed into some kind of box but I have no idea why or where. I know I’ve got my eyes open but I can’t see a damn thing no matter how hard I strain my eyes. No matter what I try and do I can’t seem to make my body move no matter how much I struggle. The packages mparhack and marginnote can be used if the native \marginpar command does not meet your needs.I can’t move. It makes use of the package pgf used for designing and drawing with a huge tool database.
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