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392Author%u2019s Note:It is a strange phenomena that an author starts out to imagine and write a story, but somehow, his or her characters interfere, until bit by bit, sentence by sentence, they manipulate the story to find their own passions, love, interests, and fascinations as they live out their lives inside the writer%u2019s head.The author desperately struggles to wrench the story back from their grasps, knowing full well, they can do impossible things in their separate reality; not excluding terrible acts of sexual activities, torture, and repulsive acts of depravity that are unacceptable to any civilised beings in our reality.I lost all my control over my story and since they had taken it over completely, I stopped it and began rubbing it out.And then my eraser is whipped out of my hand by a slim, female hand and disappears, and another female hand comes up out of the page as if my magic, clamps itself around mine and forces it to start tapping the keys of my ke....%u201cIt%u2019s never too late,%u201d Hazel cried out as she sprung up and raced towards the man with the eraser. He heard her coming, looked up and saw a slim female hand reach out: too late%u2014she%u2019s past him and running like a rabbit, his eraser gripped tightly in her hand.Before he could give chase, another hand has his hand in her grip...Alan reached Lillie and Diana, slipped onto them both and said, %u201cDid you miss me? Not to worry. I%u2019m back.%u201dThey heard the click of a long-nose gas lighter, and the flash of a flame in the dark and the hiss and glow above them. It ceased.%u201cFuck! He%u2019s pushing something long and thin into my vagina,%u201d Diana shouted out in a trembling voice.Hazel had ran back to Lillie, still clutching a huge erased. She dropped it into the wooden barrel and frantically patted and scrapped the The Equestrian