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.:My Little Red Ribbon:. Love. Safety. Trust. Acceptance. What do you get when its all taken away? What happens when the one person you invested all of these emotions in is suddenly gone?.:My Little Red Ribbon:.
One of my very first memories is of waking up in the wee hours of the morning with a panic-stricken look plastered on my tiny face, little lines of worry wrapped around my forehead almost as tightly as my white-knuckled fingers grasped the edge of my blanket. The sound I dreaded most rang in my ears the front door creaking softly open. I bolted out of bed, my tin


.:Chapter One:. Revenge. . . The wind thrashed and tore at my tattered clothes like an angry lover, misting me with the icy, gray spray of the December storm. The waves clawed and beat at the hull of the ship, roaring with a moaning fury that could only be appeased by blood. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I relished in the chaotic beauty that threatened to capsize my ship. The sea My hungry, two-faced goddess. She shares my deep, consuming thirst for revenge. She howls and screams, whipping all of her frustration and anguish in a malevolent burst upon my ship. She is a very dangerous woman. She could.:Chapter One:. Revenge. . .

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