Deep into her subconscious mind they danced like insane deaf pixies confusing those who could not hear. The life drained out of Nine as she tried to
push the dreadful thoughts of nasty demonized men from her mind. One moment at a time, and all would be finished and done with.
As Nine stared blankly into the Winter night past the old shed on river road, she wondered if people still walked through these wooded areas. All that
was, is not, and the memories from before, all wiped out. Which she didn't mind because it freed her from the chains of uncertainty and the
strangeness that came with it.
The man in black appeared to her, grabbing her arm pulling and tugging her towards the hole in the wall. He smelled like old fish and motor oil as he
lugged her behind him. He had the appearance of a big strong hairy guy without a clue. But being a thug she didn't trust his motives, and knowing
that, she felt a little bit more enticed to run away.
The underworld was grey and dark. She loved that part but despised the donkey people who lived under ground. They stole people and hid them in
freezers. They were very bad people.
I'm so tired she said to them, I refuse to listen, I will rid myself of these parasitic beings who leech off of me like a bad case of something. The
river underground was wet and that made her nervous too. But she carried on until she hit the city. And bright it was.
The ruler was goofy but nice, and she knew all would be fine once she returned to the surface again.
She made it back, painstakingly as it was. This was very good.
Once back, she turned MGB on it's head and destroyed it. (macron global binge).
Now she was in charge, and owned the entire establishment due to weak and corrupt management. This was perfect.
The technology she created was so far out there that Kings and Queens came just to see her, and ask about her amazing inventive abilities, which
consequently, were many.
377 years later all is still well.
The intelligence bestowed upon her from birth, was nothing less than mind blowing and completely accurate. Reality took a new turn and now everyone is
where they should be, under her.
Her grace and perfection saved the underworld from cracking up.This time of Triumph and peace from the Underworld was the most prized possession she
had left and everything stemmed on this one thing.
Being on top was all there was, and all she wanted.
The underworld would forever remain a secret between her and the man who knew her almost as well as she knew herself. The One if you'd rather, that is
but one way of experiencing the craftiness and enticement of it all. Wise is the one and free is the movement. The world would never be the same
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