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    Hotel California #23 Touch Tones

    Story written on October 13, 2015 by Blackbird.
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    Hotel California Whereabouts Unknown – Bette I’ve had miserable nights and I’ve had really shitty nights. I’ve had nights with the flu when I was so damn sick I’d wished for death, but I don’t think I’ll ever wish for it again. Tonight, I wish for the opposite of death, I wish for freedom. My

    hands bound by ropeHotel California

    Whereabouts Unknown – Bette

    I’ve had miserable nights and I’ve had really shitty nights. I’ve had nights with the flu when I was so damn sick I’d wished for death, but I don’t think I’ll ever wish for it again. Tonight, I wish for the opposite of death, I wish for freedom.

    My kidnappers, the Gold-Toothed Man, who leers at me, the Tattooed SheBeast, who beats me, and Fake Doctor Perez, who lured me into their trap, all have paramilitary training in torture and kidnapping.  But from where, and why try to break me?

    Unless this isn’t about me. Unless this is about my mother, who’s been hiding in WitSec for the better part of thirty years. But before I’d set foot anywhere near her, I’d looked into the cases that had hinged upon my Mother’s testimony.  The old mobsters, just like she’d said, were locked up in a supermax, somewhere outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Their sentences were for life, their crimes irrefutable.

    What’s also irrefutable, and very urgently so, is that I’m at the end of being able to control my bladder. Another bad review I plan on lodging against Hotel-fucking-California.  That is, right after I burn this fucking place down.

    ”Hey! SheBeast? You out there? You fucking animal, I’m not pissing in this goddamn chair!”

    The key turns in the lock and a shot of adrenaline courses through my body. My legs shake with it they’re so ready to run at the first opportunity. But instead, the Gold-toothed Man yawns and yanks me up from the chair and pushes me into the corner with the piss bucket.

    ”Untie my hands so I can do this, get my pants down – that sort of thing.” He grunts and obliges and leaves me alone for a few minutes. I rub my wrists where the rope’s been rubbing layers of my flesh away, and quickly unfasten my belt – in case he suddenly has a change of heart. I piss halfway standing up, hitting mostly inside the bucket, and call it a win.

    Pressing my ear against my prison walls I listen for clues that will tell me anything. A slow mechanical whirring sound – ventilation? I study the ceiling, probably twelve feet above me. Typical low end industrial construction, but with newer up-to-code pipes bolted to it for utilities.  My hope falls a little. I could be in any one of a half a million warehouses in LA County.

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    3. Via email to me –

      It was perfect for the desperation of Denbo. I didn’t give her character enough credit for being that smart. You did perfectly as your story kept me on the edge the whole time I read it. Everything was wonderful: the storyline, the timing, the identity, everything. Yes, You have Tina on the edge perfectly as well. Hopefully this will allow her to see and appreciate the relationship she has with Bette with no more questions asked.
      I loved that Billy stepped in with what’s really happening on the nightclub front and with the help of Alice and Penny will take Denbo’s plans/plot and blow it out of the water. Everything will backfire on her and Kit will be saved as will Bette.
      You totally caught me off-guard with where you took the story. I’m so impressed. I’m loving every morsel of this and the past few chapters.
      Excellent write my friend!
      Bearski

    4. Via email to me from hicys…

      Hey this is so good, nicely written, intense and emotional, I hope in the next chapters the She Bar’s girls will be expelled from the sight, Bette and Tina marry and they have new adventures. Very well done

    8. Brilliant writing as always, you are truly in a league of your own. Please don’t make us wait any longer for the next chapter. I cannot get enough of your writing so I find myself going back and rereading your stories over and over much like a favorite book that you fall in love with more each time you go back to it. I would encourage everyone following this site to read everything you have written.
      Marianne

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