成人快手

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芒聙聹Alice, your father wants you in ten minutes.芒聙聺 Alice slammed her book down and sighed heavily before making her way over to the intercom on the far wall. 芒聙聹Fine.芒聙聺 Alice芒聙聶s voice was exasperated as she spoke into the system. She walked over to a large floor-to-ceiling picture of a fruit bowl and pressed her index finger onto the pear芒聙聶s stem. The image swung inwards to reveal a huge closet. Alice hurried in and began tapping at a small silver device on the wall. She selected 芒聙聵recently worn items芒聙聶 and a hideous lemon yellow, full skirted dress shot out of the wall, along with matching shoes and bead necklace. She dragged them on and darted out of the room. She froze for a second, trying to think of what to do next. She sprinted to a bookcase and removed a thin, red leather book. There was a faint clicking noise and that too opened into a room, this time resembling an expensive salon. She sat in a padded leather chair, tilted her head back and placed her long fingers on a white table that swung in front of her. Two spider like, electronic hands slid from the ceiling and began to tie and tease her chestnut locks into place, while another pair painted her nails and did her makeup. The hands retracted only minutes later, and Alice almost tripped over her disgustingly shod feet to make her way out of the salon and her room. She stumbled out of the door and skidded down the stairs before arriving, breathless, at her father芒聙聶s private quarters.
芒聙聹Hi...芒聙聺 she gasped for breath as she crashed into his reception, 芒聙聹Sarah.芒聙聺 The secretary pursed her lips and fixed her ice blue eyes on her disapprovingly. 芒聙聹Your sister was here five minutes ago. You may go in. The president of the United States of America is here.芒聙聺 Alice nodded and composed herself, fixing on an angelic smile that she reserved for the times when she had to be the delicate, charming daughter of the Prime Minister of Great England. She opened the door and dropped into a slight curtsey. 芒聙聹Good afternoon, President Arcing, Father, Rosemary. I do hope you are all well. Please, forgive me for my terrible timing. It was not intended.芒聙聺 芒聙聹It is fine, my dear. Do take a seat.芒聙聺 said her father, Prime Minister Moors, lifting Elizabeth onto his knee and smiling back as graciously, but his eyes stayed the same; cold, calculating, harsh. 芒聙聹As I was saying to President Arcing, it is important for Great England to become an independent country, yet still with close friendships to our neighbouring and further afield countries.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Of course,芒聙聺 Alice gushed, faking interest and agreement, 芒聙聹After all that Great England has fought for, independence, freedom, it is incredibly important for us to keep close to the other countries that have been our allies since this magnificent change occurred.芒聙聺 Arcing smiled. 芒聙聹I gotta say, it is good how you youngsters are interested in politics.芒聙聺 laughed Arcing, shaking his head. 芒聙聹Lots of us are, President Arcing. Ever since the change happened we have noticed that lots more have become fascinated with the ever changing, but stable politics that keep this country running.芒聙聺 Alice lied smoothly, 芒聙聹Perhaps it is because many of mine and Elizabeth芒聙聶s generation are not being influenced by the different choices of our surrounding countries. Or, maybe, because we have such inspiring politicians, such as the likes of my father. He spends so much time building a new, better England for our generation, so that we may thrive and become stronger in not only our personalities, but our country, too.芒聙聺 Arcing shook his head in amazement again. 芒聙聹If only some of my country芒聙聶s children were like you.芒聙聺 Alice blushed modestly, 芒聙聹You芒聙聶ll have to show me how to do it, Prime Minister Moors.芒聙聺 Her father laughed. 芒聙聹But tell me, Prime Minister Moors,芒聙聺 Arcing continued, 芒聙聹How will Great England芒聙聶s plans help build a new world?芒聙聺 芒聙聹Maybe this is something we should discuss without the children, President Arcing.芒聙聺 Arcing nodded. 芒聙聹Run along, children. In fact,芒聙聺 he glanced at his watch, 芒聙聹The conference is in an hour. Why don芒聙聶t you go and get changed.芒聙聺 Alice nodded and rose, taking Rosemary芒聙聶s hand and smiling sweetly. She left the room, and took the lift up to the nursery. 芒聙聹You芒聙聶re six next week, Rosy.芒聙聺 Alice told her, as the lift doors opened into a bright, cheerful yellow room with gingham curtains and chairs. 芒聙聹I know.芒聙聺 she replied seriously, 芒聙聹I want a pink horse called Flower-Puffball.芒聙聺 芒聙聹And I芒聙聶m sure we can try.芒聙聺 said Alice, matching her serious tone. She shot an amused look at the nanny, Jonesy. 芒聙聹Hello, Rosemary, Alice. Conference clothes?芒聙聺 Alice smiled and nodded. 芒聙聹Thanks, Jonesy.芒聙聺 She stepped back into the lift. Time to listen.
芒聙聹Let芒聙聶s get down to business, Moors. No more namby-pamby children芒聙聶s world peace goals. What are you doing? And how am I part of it?芒聙聺 Moors gave a short, hard laugh. 芒聙聹It芒聙聶s simple, Arcing. You芒聙聶re not.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Then why bring me over here?芒聙聺 芒聙聹It looks good. Can芒聙聶t you see it? The Daily Mail- President Arcing helps shape Great England芒聙聶s Future.芒聙聺 Moors芒聙聶 voice dropped to a quiet, menacing whisper, 芒聙聹If you aren芒聙聶t dead or in a coma by next week, then I will give you a million pounds. If you are...sorry. Just sign. Simple.芒聙聺 Alice heard the rustle of paper being pushed across a table. Her ear was numb from being pressed up against the salon floor, but through the carpet she could hear everything; albeit slightly muffled. 芒聙聹And what do I get?芒聙聺 asked Arcing. 芒聙聹One million pounds. Publicity. Just sign.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Million dollars or pounds?芒聙聺 芒聙聹Pounds. Naturally.芒聙聺 芒聙聹That gives me what...芒聙聺 芒聙聹One point double five three one million.芒聙聺 There was a pause. 芒聙聹I芒聙聶ll sign.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Well done.芒聙聺 There was the scratch of a pen as Arcing signed. 芒聙聹Now. Press Conference. We have fifty minutes to get ready. Please don芒聙聶t be late, and say the right things.芒聙聺 芒聙聹I芒聙聶ll make sure of it.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Make sure that you do.芒聙聺 There was a creak as the door opened, followed by dying footsteps. A clink of glass against glass, followed by the trickle of a liquid confirmed that Moors was drinking something that an inspirational leader trying to come to an alcohol and drug free future shouldn芒聙聶t be. There was a return of footsteps and the door re-opened. 芒聙聹What?芒聙聺 asked Moors roughly, and Alice could almost see Arcing芒聙聶s eyebrows rise. 芒聙聹Moors, you never told me what your master plan was.芒聙聺 The sarcasm dripped like honey from Arcing芒聙聶s tongue. 芒聙聹Ah...yes.芒聙聺 there was the noise of a drawer being opened, the heavy thump of a folder or a wad of paper being placed on the desk, then fingers rifling through endless pages. 芒聙聹Here. Read this.芒聙聺 Moors gave a smug laugh. Arcing gasped. 芒聙聹No...No!芒聙聺 his voice was a mixture of horror and disbelief, 芒聙聹You...you tricked me! How could you? You...you traitor! You芒聙聶re nothing more than a hateful, two-faced rat!芒聙聺 芒聙聹And there芒聙聶s nothing you can do about, Arcing, so quit your pathetic snivelling. You signed, and that芒聙聶s all there is too it.芒聙聺 Moors voice was quite the opposite, bored, yet a lazy power beneath. 芒聙聹You don芒聙聶t deserve this.芒聙聺 snarled Arcing, slamming a fist onto a desk, 芒聙聹I wish we had never become allies. I wish I芒聙聶d never heard of you, you weak, lying, stuck-up fool!芒聙聺 芒聙聹Now, that芒聙聶s harsh.芒聙聺 drawled Moors, 芒聙聹Anyway. It芒聙聶s done. And you can do nothing about it. Now, just to rub it in, I芒聙聶ll leave this paper here so you can see. Oh! Half an hour. Chop, chop, fool. What will your people think?芒聙聺 Alice had to see that document. She pulled back the edge of the carpet and scraped at the thin wood above her father芒聙聶s study with blunt scissors. But the scissors suddenly slipped from her grasp, and stuck right through the ceiling, before spiralling through the air and landing in Moors芒聙聶 handcrafted mahogany oak table, quivering slightly. 芒聙聹What the...芒聙聺 Alice froze, sitting up suddenly. Oh god. She sprinted to her closet, pressing the pear with frantic fear, tripping over to the small silver box and stabbing the buttons with shaking fingers. Her heart hammered in her ears. She pulled on a lavender dress and darker purple shoes, all with fear tugging at her, making her clumsy and pale. One glance at that paper was all it had took to confirm her worst fear. Her father was attempting to take over the world.
Moors crashed up the staircase. 芒聙聹ALICE MOORS!芒聙聺 he yelled, his face purple with rage. If she had seen that document, then she knew everything. His whole future relied on that one document, and the only people who should have seen it were him and Arcing. Arcing...well. He wasn芒聙聶t a problem. In that department, everything was taken care of. But his own daughter? That was a different story. You can芒聙聶t kill your daughter. Well. There wasn芒聙聶t anything stopping him; he wasn芒聙聶t likely to miss her, insufferable child, but imagine the press! 芒聙聹ALICE!芒聙聺
He couldn芒聙聶t kill her. Could he?
Alice heard him long before she saw him. The heavy thumps of his footsteps were enough to send her into a frenzied panic. She tugged at the bookcase, throwing the book to the floor, and ran in. She kicked back the carpet, but it rolled back. Alice cursed, and wedged the door open as she ran back out. Grabbing a stapler from her cabinet, she stapled down the carpet and shoved it down the chute where her hair and nail clippings went. She breathed a sigh of relief and threw herself into the chair. The hands came down automatically, but even the padded tips of the spider hands that massaged her throbbing head failed to relax her; they felt like they were probing into her mind, digging into the crevices and gaps, weaving their way through, asking 芒聙聵what is he going to do to Arcing?芒聙聶 over and over again 芒聙聹Alice!芒聙聺 despite the thick wood muffling his voice somewhat, Alice knew that saying her father芒聙聶s voice was furious would be an understatement. He sounded livid. He crashed through the door and towered above her. 芒聙聹What do you know.芒聙聺 It wasn芒聙聶t a question, it was a demand. 芒聙聹W-what do you mean, Dad?芒聙聺 she asked, stopping the electric hands. But even as she uttered the words, she knew they sounded fake, high and desperate. 芒聙聹What do you mean?芒聙聺 he imitated he voice, but there was a snarling, rough edge behind it. 芒聙聹You know what I mean, girl. Scissors. Falling through the sky. Magic, is it?芒聙聺 he gave a quiet laugh. 芒聙聹By the time I芒聙聶ve finished counting to three, you going to have told me everything you know. And not just about the document. About your mother. 芒聙聹One芒聙聺 芒聙聹I don芒聙聶t know anything.芒聙聺 Her voice shook. 芒聙聹Two.芒聙聺 芒聙聹I don芒聙聶t know anything.芒聙聺 She shrieked, panicked. 芒聙聹Three. Times up, girl.芒聙聺 He slapped her once, hard, across the temple. Black spots fizzed up in front of her. 芒聙聹Now. What do you know? Or I swear I芒聙聶ll send your sister the same place as your mother.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Lay a finger on Rosy and I swear to god I芒聙聶ll kill you.芒聙聺 she snarled, 芒聙聹You芒聙聶re just a prejudiced, lying, two-faced bully with no heart.芒聙聺 Moors smiled evilly and shrugged. 芒聙聹But I芒聙聶m a bully with power, Alice. And I always get my own way.芒聙聺 芒聙聹You make me sick.芒聙聺 she spat. 芒聙聹And I really don芒聙聶t care, and if you don芒聙聶t tell me...芒聙聺he let the threat hang in the air. Alice swallowed. 芒聙聹All...芒聙聺 she took a deep breath, 芒聙聹All I saw were you and the President talking. I did try to see the document, but the carpet is fastened down. I don芒聙聶t know how the scissors got there, but the hair chute runs beneath your office. Perhaps there was a malfunction. I don芒聙聶t know.芒聙聺 芒聙聹Who is the technician?芒聙聺 芒聙聹Brook...Brook Trilby.芒聙聺she murmered. 芒聙聹I芒聙聶ll see that she goes.芒聙聺 芒聙聹What?芒聙聺 Alice gasped. 芒聙聹I don芒聙聶t have time for slackers, Alice Moors. I need everything to run smoothly. We have ten minutes. Don芒聙聶t be late.芒聙聺 He nodded curtly and left. Alice buried her head in her hands. She芒聙聶d lost someone their job, all because of her curiosity to see something she芒聙聶d find out less than an hour later. What had she done? She knew that her father芒聙聶s version of firing was different to hers...his was probably putting some one in the firing line.
The assassin stood casually outside the conference room window. His gun was a new model, black and deadly both at long and short distance. His blue-grey gaze scanned the room, before falling on the prime minister芒聙聶s eldest daughter. She was pretty, but a slight red mark on her face that she was self-consciously touching marred her pale skin. She dropped her head slightly, allowing her long auburn curls to cover her cheek. Alice. His second priority. 芒聙聹Get the girl if you can,芒聙聺 the prime minister had said, only minutes before, 芒聙聹But if not, the pay won芒聙聶t change. The other芒聙聶s more important.芒聙聺 He芒聙聶d nodded. Nothing gave him more thrill, more kicks, than watching the bullet spin through the air in a graceful arc, the targets芒聙聶 body rippling before falling to the floor, face frozen. He could try and kill her.
He never felt guilty. He didn芒聙聶t know what it felt like, guilt. He hardly knew the meaning of the word. Guilt was for the pathetic do-gooders that this country was full of. To him, the target would die anyway; the blood would still be spilt sooner or later. Nearly time. A small smile crept over his helmeted face, eyes lighting up behind the black mask, adrenalin pulsing through his veins. His human thoughts turned off, and his animal instincts took over. The speech started.
芒聙聹New England shall step forward in unison with the USA to a better, safer, brighter future. The generation of my daughters shall learn to respect their leaders, yet aspire to be them too. To do this, I have added...a few new laws. These consist of-芒聙聺
Finger on trigger.

Pull it back.

Bang.

Direct hit.

Carnage.

Chaos.

Screaming.

Goodnight, President.