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Trouble If you're looking for trouble You've come to the right place If you're looking for trouble Just face me I was born standing And fighting back My father was a mountain man with green eyes Cause I'm bad, my middle name is suffering Well I'm bad, so don't mess with me I never looked for trouble But I never ran away I don't take orders From any kind of man I'm just made Of flesh, blood and bone But if you're going to start a fight Don't do it alone Because I'm evil, my middle name is suffering After all, what's not sexy about Elvis? But the fact is that Hazel is the embodiment of that song, she's trouble for sure. “ Did you fall out of bed, baby?”

I smile as I sing, strumming on the guitar. You’re not broken, baby, just a little bent, Come in to me tonight, Breathe me in, give me you, Let me soothe the sting, let me kiss your scars, Darlin’, let me kiss your scars, Let me hold you tight and kiss your scars. I strummed the last note and my lips twitched to the side. “What do you think?” I asked Elena. “It’s yours.” Her eyes flicked between all four of us, filling with tears. “You wrote me a song?”

“You sit in your grand halls while we take your every order, never questioning those that hold the keys, the keys to our life, But no longer will we serve, We will not bend, We will not fall, Your wrath cannot find us here, We are free, We are free, Free to choose our own way, We’ve been slaves for far too long, Yes sir, Of course Ma’am Whatever you say, But times have changed, We are equal, So go ahead, Go ahead, Break the chains that bind us, Chains that bind us, Then we can be free,

“Ohhh she’s rather pretty looking. Look at this hair and those eyes of hers. Lovely, isn’t she, boys?” The other eagles were all snickering with laughter. Elva walked over to Weather. “She was once sold as a slave, she had many experience with man. Or rather,” she leaned into Weather, “many men.” Weather’s eyes widened with shock. “It was you,” she was trying to say through her covered mouth. “You sold me to those bastards!” Elva laughed with victory. “Yes, it was me. I sold you to them.” Horror struck Weather’s face.

“Say it in public and I’ll sue you for slander.” They chuckled together and Jim thought he could call it Defcon Two and breathe again. “May I ask you one last favor?” Her voice sounded upset again and Jim’s hand felt around for his bag. “Shoot.” “The song I sent you. It was one of my mom’s favorites ever and I love it. I know it’s in Spanish, and I can’t translate it for you right now. But it’d mean a lot if you listened to it and looked up the lyric.” “I’ll do it, promise.”

ROSALIA I sat in the dim light of the cell, my hands trembling as I clutched the cold iron bars, gazing out into the faint shadows dancing beyond. I turned to my mother, my eyes wide with the terror that had silently taken root. "Mother, was I... was I born a slave?"

🎶In a world, where there is season and time, this is my season, it's my time to shine again, ooh-ooh, in a world where there's season and time, this is my season, it's my time to shine again. Elena sang with joy in her heart, surely this was one of her favorite songs. She pulled off her clothes and went into the bathroom, she now knows how to use the jacuzzi tub very well and perfectly so she didn't need Alex's help, she let the steam move through her body as like it owns it as she continued humming the song in her head. "In her head" flashes of some images of blood, people crying people injured, some dead and some crawling on the floor wailing for rescue, fire burning houses, and men in ar

"You are nothing but a slave now! You have no right to touch anyone from my pack!" The word "slave" hurt Elena like a slap. Her face got hot. "I am not a slave," she said through her tight teeth. Vax laughed in a mean way. "Oh no? Then what are you? Salvatore's pet dog? His plaything?" Elena saw red. All the pain and betrayal from years ago came rushing back. "I am what YOU made me!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You sold me! Your own daughter! You traded me for land and money like I was a cow at market!"

“Thank you for helping me confront my past. But now it is time for you to lead me to mi vida.” I shook my head and scoffed. “Hardest trial mi culo (my ass). This one was de lo más fácil (the easiest) by far,” I muttered under my breath. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the eerie silence, causing my heart to lurch in my chest. Without a moment’s hesitation, I sprinted towards the source of the sound. As I burst into a small glade, my worst fears were realized. A group of cloaked figures surrounded Evelina, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. She stood in their midst, her hands bound by shimmering chains that seemed to hum with a dark energy.

Elon asked playfully. " Yeah, that song was me some years ago; it's my go-to song," she answered as they called them upstage. Luckily for her, Elon knew how to sing the song as well. "We're going up, we going down We can run it back, we can work it out, but, noooo Late at night, going out my mind Praying that the sun don't rise, like, noooo, mm ... " Ida sang Waking up but wishing that you don't