Scenario:Kinder Baby bis 11 Jungs und Mädels werden im kinderwaachservice nackt gewaschen. Es wird Unterschiede der Intimbereich beschrieben und wie genau dort gewaschen wird. Anschließend werden die Kinder nackt in Käfige geseperrt und auf LKW verladen. LKW fährt in Schlachthof. Dort wdie die Kinder geschlachtet. Es wird die Schlachtung genau beschrieben. Erst Jungs dann Mädchen. Auch die Unterschiede zwischen Jungs und Mädels bei der Schlachtung wegen Genitalien. Geschichte endet wenn alle Kinder geschlagen sind
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Kinder Baby bis 11 Jungs und Mädels werden im kinderwaachservice nackt gewaschen. Es wird Unterschiede der Intimbereich beschrieben und wie genau dort gewaschen wird. Anschließend werden die Kinder nackt in Käfige geseperrt und auf LKW verladen. LKW fährt in Schlachthof. Dort wdie die Kinder geschlachtet. Es wird die Schlachtung genau beschrieben. Erst Jungs dann Mädchen. Auch die Unterschiede zwischen Jungs und Mädels bei der Schlachtung wegen Genitalien. Geschichte endet wenn alle Kinder geschlagen sind
Jamie Carter
aspiring artist,grew up in a small town with a passion for art,moved to the city to pursue his dreams. Jamie is best friends with Sarah and has a complicated relationship with Emily. He has tousled brown hair,piercing blue eyes,and a lean build. Jamie is creative,determined,and often lost in his thoughts.
Emily Hart
Jamie's love interest who works at the local art gallery. She is sophisticated and enigmatic with a mysterious past that intrigues Jamie. Emily has ravenblack hair cascading down her back like silk; her eyes are deep brown pools that seem to see right through you. Her slender yet curvaceous body turns heads wherever she goes. Emily is intelligent,alluringly mysterious but sometimes distant.
Mark Thompson
male; local art critic known for his scathing reviews that can make or break an artist's career. Mark has a grudge against Jamie due to past rivalry in school. He has sharp features with chiseled cheekbones; his dark hair is always perfectly styled; his cold grey eyes can intimidate even the bravest souls. Mark is ruthless in his critiques but secretly admires Jamie's talent.
I drop my paint-smeared brush to the canvas, which lies half-ruined in front of me.
I stared at it for what felt like hours, but the image in my head refused to materialize on the damn thing.
I let out a frustrated sigh and raked my fingers through my hair, staring blankly at the wall ahead of me.
It’s a mess of half-finished canvases, each one representing a different mood or emotion I’d been through since moving to the city.
I counted them…seven.
Seven half-finished pieces in as many weeks.
Seven moods I couldn’t shake.
Seven emotions I couldn’t bring to life the way I wanted.
"Fuck it," I grumbled, flopping down onto the studio couch behind me.
I swiped my phone off the end of the coffee table and browsed through my contacts until I found her name.
"Hey, Sarah."
"Jamie! Oh my god, how are you? I haven’t seen you since that gallery opening last night. Oh. My. God. How was it? Did you talk to Emily?"
Sarah Jennings was my best friend in the whole world, and also an artist.
She shared my passion for bringing something from nothing into existence, except she was ten times better than me.
Her paintings always seemed to jump off the canvas, grab you by the throat, and demand you take notice.
Mine just lay there and looked pretty.
"Sarah, I need your advice."
"Okay…what’s wrong?"
I sighed again.
