that's all I really know, (CRISHELLE)

[damien john knight]

Meeting Crishelle Ava was something Damien never planned. Damien never actually got his attention to other girls. Not since she was gone... Especially not to girls from clubs or bars. Damien always thought it was foolish and stupid to get drunk and high then hook up with a random girl at the bar then you two would forget about it the day after. He always thought, "What is the sense in that?". He had been staying away from clubs and bars ever since he got together with Luisa years ago. He figured now he's old enough to actually control his hormones and doesn't really need to be... 'satisfied' and get drunk. But a few weeks ago, he had a family problem that had been disturbing him and his work, a co-worker and friend had been annoying him into going to this club... Damien wasn't in the right state of mind. and maybe a little drink could get his mind off things so he agreed. He wasn't really into it. Until.. his friend brought over two girls. He didn't care at first... but there was something about that one blonde girl that made him feel... different. He wasn't sure what it was but it gave him a different feeling.

Damien gave his number to Crishelle after having a good time with her. No, not sex. But more on a conversation that Damien actually enjoyed. He didn't really like it when she seduced him at first but he had learned how she really was. They were always talking on phone and messaging each other when they had time. But Damien wouldn't admit it to his friend that he was the way why he met Crishelle. They weren't together... but Damien really likes her... and... he never thought of liking a girl again until now. Crishelle was special.

About five days had passed, and Crishelle haven't been responding to his text, calls, or anything. He missed talking to her... and somehow he can't help but think that something's wrong. So here he is, back at the bar where he was weeks ago. He didn't like the smell of alcohol but he was used to it anyway. It was part of his... teenage life as you could say. He took a seat by the barista and got himself a drink. The place was quite big and filled with people. He had no idea where to find Crishelle. Damien pulled out his phone. No nothing. Damien took a shot then paid the Barista. Might as well move his ass to find what he came here for...

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[mallory ava silvester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] you're slowly letting me go, and i know this feeling. The Words: many The Outfit: here The Notes the song is 'Feel It In My Bones' by Tiësto feat. Tegan & Sara Mallory had no choice to do from the start of her life. Ever since she had gotten the hold of her senses, the sense of what's right and what's wrong, she never got the right to do what she wanted. her job was imposed onto her from a very young age, it was illegal and she could hardly remember how many guys she had slept with so far and gotten paid for it. it was a good business. you could earn loads, considering how guys you took to the room and she was fairly good at it but she hated every bit of it. she hated how she wasn't ever born to be innocent, have limits, be religious and get used countless times. there were times she wanted to back out but never had her chance. Her mother was a stripper too and Mallory was a result of it. So it was in her blood to be doing this job, that's what her manager would tell her. The biggest disappointed that made her think that she deserved all of this was when her mother left her and ran off and she was sold off to her manager who got her into stripping when she was hardly fifteen or less, she couldn't even remember. it all started off with adam always physically abusing her and now everyone got to do that, whether she liked it or not. if she was to throw an argument, adam, who controlled her, would beat the shit out of her so she feared him. the reason she never turned rebellious was the fear within her. it was once that she tried to run away with a friend of hers who was murdered by adam's gang & mallory not only lost her friend but also blamed herself. So she tried not to get attached to anyone who would try to drag her out of this place but she still did... Damien Knight, the cop, had reserved the role of someone special in her life. He was the first guy who didn't give in to her seduction instead spotted the pain & disgust for the job in her eyes and paid her for free. also gave his number, promising to help her if she needed. for the first time, someone was so straightforward and caring. they turned into good friends and were hanging out whenever she had the time to sneak out. he had her invited at his place which they considered as a date. they talked, watched a movie, cuddled, danced and before leaving they kissed. it was sweet and the best feeling. there was no lust, but a pure feeling, europhia had washed over her body. with adam being the villian of her story, he had caught her talking to damien one night on her cell and gotten her in trouble. he said that she was dating a guy which was against the rules and he would beat the hell out of both of them. she couldn't get damien in any kind of trouble and she knew they weren't dating. she wasn't allowed to do so. it was special but nothing was official so she swore to adam that it was just a random rich customer who found her the best stripper and she was only trying to persue him to come to the bar more often so she could earn money from him. adam believed the story and returned her cell phone back but kept a close eye on her so she dared not to reply or contact damien until adam had forgotten regarding this matter. it had been a week they hadn't talked and she was awfully missing him but she didn't wanted to get him in any kind of trouble. adam could even get him murdered. she knew ignoring him for no reason was bad but she had no other choice. she walked down the bar stage and started off with her hunt of looking around for good looking rich guys who wanted to have a little fun. this was her job, there was no way out of it. wearing a short skirt and a laced bra, she walked around with her huge eyes filled with lust. she found damien walking around and she wondered what was he doing there? did he change his mind about disliking the bars and strippers or decided to jump in & get wasted or was he there for some other purpose? quickly she walked over to him. she knew she was being watched so she pretended she just got a hold of a rich customer. hello mister she smirked and moved very closer to damien, leaning over to flash her cleavage, the best way to give away the impression that she was only doing her duty. want to have some fun? let's go. follow me she said, taking him by hand and into a nearby room. she closed the doors quickly and let go off him. Had to throw on that act that you were just a customer.. you see I'm being watched by adam these days. He heard us talking on phone & thought I was dating, which I'm not allowed to do so.. but I got that settled. she gave him a quick idea of all that had been happening around. There were bottle of drinks and glasses at the side table. Would you like any? she asked, pouring herself some alcohol and taking a quick sip. Thought you hated this place, so your excuse to be here is? I'd be surprised if you tell me that for once you have decided to give and get wasted.. she teased. Must be some really special girl if you're here to get wasted because my seductive skills don't work on you..no matter how hard I try. it was true. she had been seducing him from day one but he wouldn't do anything with her, sometimes she felt she wasn't attractive enough for him. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[damien john knight]

sometimes people tell damien that he was going to grow old and alone in his police office with a doughnut and a fat ass. he never had interest to any other girl. his friends tried and set him up on dates or even tried to convince him to date but damien always said that he wasn't interested. to him, life doesn't work that way anymore. the only love of his life was dead and his only purpose in this world is to help people and bust out illegal workers. being a cop was the only thing he could do to avenge luisa from the people who killed her. if he died in his job, then he would be honored. if he grew old, grey and alone in his office like people said then it wouldn't matter anymore. those were his exact thoughts. if damien would love again, he would love a girl similar to luisa. but no, damien was all wrong. he had another purpose than to grow old in an office with a doughnut on his hand. he had a purpose than to have his family step on him for having a 'low class job'. and one last thing? he was wrong about the type of girl he would fall in love with. mallory and luisa were the complete opposites. mallory was blonde and luisa had dark brown hair, luisa had lighter eyes whilst mallory had darker ones. luisa was the innocent type of girl and mallory was seductive. damien wouldn't blame mallory though, he already understood that she probably grew up with it and she had to act that way. personality and look wise, luisa and mallory was different to sum it all up... yet, mallory was so special to damien. he had the need to be around her, to protect her.

when mallory stopped responding to her texts and calls, it started to worry damien. he hadn't exactly been visiting the club. he wanted to stay away from them. he hates them. the only reason why he would actually go where he is right now is because of mallory or maybe if he had some work to do like if the place is illegal and such. damien knew how the 'owners' and 'in-charges' of these type of places act. he had witnessed them whenever the cops have an operation on busting out illegal stripping places and sex dens and everything else. the sick people behind the illegal business cares for money and nothing else. they would do anything for the girls to attract customers and be used by them. though, some few girls disgust damien for they wanted their job too. they had no respect for themselves unlike the people who actually wanted to leave their job but they can't, like mallory.

damien walked around the bar and looked for the blonde girl he was searching for. people were drinking, grinding on each other, making out... damien had the urge to roll his eyes but it wouldn't matter if he did or not. he didn't had anyone with him anyway. damien moved through the crowd, he just wanted to see mallory. he wanted to know why she was avoiding him. he heard a familiar voice and looked down at the familiar blonde girl. mallory. she showed off her cleavage and spoke to her like she did the first time they had seen each other in the same club. damien was confused but he didn't say anything about it nor showed any expression to prove that he was. he trusts mallory anyway. damien was led to a room and mallory closed the door. he raised an eyebrow and nodded. "well obviously, something's up." he said and looked at the blonde girl, "you should've at least sent me one message about it." he wasn't sure what that adam guy did but he never liked the sound of him. damien already had an idea of how he was. damien ran a hand through his hair and nodded then took a glass of liquor."i do hate this place. i'm not really here to get wasted... you know that. i'm here to see a special girl because... i just need to talk to her." damien said with a small smile on his face then he shrugged, "well, seduction never really had sense in my world."

NOTES: okay so attempt to write a good damien post and it got quite long but its apparently horrible -_- i'm so sorry amz D: i'll do better i promiseee! and sorry it took 123456789 days before i got this up!

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