} 024 - [TEXT] - Private to Adam (fake-warden creeper Adam, not Adam Monroe)

[creatingalegacy]

We need to talk. Face-to face.

Now.

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Re: Spam

[hopeless-hacker.livejournal.com]

[He lets the next few seconds stretch out, revelling in the rush of power, the kick he gets from knowing how swiftly and how utterly he can reduce a woman of such alleged strength to a frightened mess. He thinks about just doing it anyway - slicing away her memories, leaving her too helpless to utter a word against him - but it's more fun this way. It leaves him stronger.

He kisses her forehead fleetingly and lets the memories rush back in.]

Re: Spam

[creatingalegacy]

[The return of memories causes her entire being to flood with relief, and she falls to her knees, body drawing in on itself as she weeps freely. She's far too traumatized to feel shame.]

Oh god, John...

[She still doesn't know who Jill Tuck is, and at this point doesn't dare ask. She can't risk losing anything of John again.]