| Subject: Well EXCUUUUUSE me there, Blackwhatsitmacalled... |
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Redd
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Date Posted: 16:04:23 12/21/00 Thu
In reply to:
Black Jack
's message, "Gun SHots" on 14:21:33 12/21/00 Thu
Redd turned, her eyes falling on the Blackwhatsitmacalled again.
Her face exploded red as the guy commented about her dirty mind. She whirled around.
"Humph! So what if I like my fantasies! If you had the kind of romance record I had you'd want to fantasize about a perfect world yourself, you...you....ugh!"
She stalked past him, brushing his shoulder with her own rudely, sending him a paricularily dirty vision of herself and Vegeta surrounded by sex toys, with Bulma's lifeless body, spattered with blood, stuck on a post a little ways off.
"And if you really want to set off, follow me. I kept a link with Vegeta on the ship so I could track it."
She retracted her wings, and prepared to hop off the ground, but stopped in mid-jump, turning and walking back to Black Jack. She smiled wickedly, taking him by his shirt and pulling him close, her golden eyes flashing.
"And Jack, if you dare tell Vegeta what was going on in my head, you'll find yourself in the same position as Bulma there...I don't like being squealed on and I love making squealers scream in pain..."
She let go of his shirt, turning and throwing one last comment over her shoulder.
"It'll give me a chance to use that torture room in my mansion that Temper gave me..."
She sent one last image of a large, black room with a table and shackles, two walls covered entirely with sex toys and implements of torture, and a rack on the third wall with a naked man-monster hybrid shackled up, seemingly unconscious. I'm not gonna go into detail what was wrong with the dude...
Laughing, or cackling, pick your favorite, she shot off into the clouds a golden trail following her, like bread crumbs, so they wouldn't get lost...
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