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Fantasy Fantasy pirates is dead

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James looks at her and pets her head “a pretty little thing aren’t ya, it would be a shame if something happened to the beauty”
 
Musa just glaze at him as she move her head away from him, petting her. Blood spills on her long skirts and her bra is soaked on her own blood, but she still fighting to get away from that man.
 
Onyx feels a disturbance in the force, (by which I mean he feels the vibrations of the fight and wants to check on things). He goes to the location where he last sensed Ebony. He sees the blood and thinks it’s hers, he picks her up and hears a pained noise due to the kick. He pats her on the head, puts her on a metal platform, and sends it to yuki.

Onyx is pissed and starts following the running.
 
!!!!! Musa is in shocked that not only that man just cut her and tied her up, but he kiss her. She hate that, but good thing that her mouth is cover in duck tape so she won't feel his lips.
 
James grins and wipes some blood off her arms licks it “mmm you taste good, can’t wait to taste the rest of you, especially that blood soaked bra”
 
Musa is shivers that James lick her cuts and blood, she hate it so much that she got to get away from him. Then, behind James is a girl with a gun and shoot James.
 
The bullet stops at his metal layer, “You shouldn’t’ have done that...”, he makes a blade rise up from the ground, piercing her foot.
 
James stands up and pick up musa again “good day mam” James walks off to a random room and sets musa on the bed and locks the door “now where was I”
 
Musa got pick up again as she wonder where he taking her, only suddenly found herself in the room and drop her on the bed. Seeing James locked the door, knowing that she is doomed. She start to crawled away, off the bed.
 

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