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Sami's Execution
Sami’s Execution by Elroy Teddy Roy (copyright 2013) edited by Alicia Saldivar
Sami had her last words with her mother as the Warden and the death entourage entered the holding cell for the condemned at the State Death house. Sami, a twenty-one year old convicted murder was sentenced death by lethal injection and the final minutes of her short life were playing out. Dressed in a purple wrap top and gym pants with canvas slip-ons on her feet, no one witnessing her execution (who would be seated in an adjoining room that had a large panel of glass to allow the viewing) knew of the special preparation the scared young woman had to endure just to get to her final moments with her mother, let alone the injection table to follow.
“Miss Brady,” the head female prison attendant said, “for sanitary reasons we must prepare you for your journey today. Please follow my directions and we can get this portion of the proceedings completed and you can be on your way. Your mother is waiting to see you so she can say her goodbyes. Do you understand Sami?”
The protocol for all death row inmates on their last day would be followed without any changes. Sami Brady was in the final processing of her death sentence. The two other prison attendants, again both females, formed a team with the head attendant, and they had experienced two other female executions in the past four years. Sami Brady, to them, was just another woman to be put to death.
“I understand,” Sami responded, somewhat dishearten at the situation she found herself in. “What do you want of me?” Sami’s eyes dashed around the room, looking finally at a table in the corner of the room. On the table sat some items that raised her curiosity and also her concern. “Please remove your shoes. Then remove your pants. The purpose Sami is that we have to ensure that during and after your execution you do not have a bowel movement or that you do not urinate. This is for your dignity plus it is a sanitary provision by prison regulations.”
“I thought something like this was going to be done to me. I completely understand.” Sami removed her slip-ons and easily took down her pants and then removed her white cotton panties. She stood back up, naked, except for the white gold-toe anklets that covered her feet. The smallish woman was naked from the bottom of her blouse that reached past and covered her pubic region. The attendants did not get a view of the woman’s private area, not just yet. “I think I’m thankful that these nice new golden-toe socks are keeping my feet warm. I just know that the floor is cold since it seems cold right now in this room.”
“Yes Sami,” the head attendant said. “I’m sorry about all this but would you please put your elbows on the table and bend forward. Please spread your legs.” Without any backtalk Sami immediately did what she was asked to do.
Reaching for a device that Sami had a premonition about, the head attendant grasped for the rather large rubber butte stopper bent to her knees. “Sami, this will not hurt. I will be inserting a rubber butte plug into your anus. You will notice it for a few minutes but your body will adjust to it.” With the expertise of a person that might have used the device on herself at various times, the head attendant felt for the woman’s anus and without hesitation planted the rubber stopper into orifice, deep enough for it to do its job. Sami felt some embarrassment at the insertion, but in a rather strange way, the plug was not uncomfortable.
“Sami, I’m sorry, the head attendant said, getting back to her feet. “I’m ok. It didn’t hurt. I can feel it but, you know, what options do I have?” The attendants, all over fifty years of age, marveled at the beauty of Sami’s body, what they could see of it. Sami had not been a person that worked out much but she did carry her weight on her small frame in a way that most women would die for. The condemned woman wouldn’t have the use of that body for much longer.
Using cotton pads, Sami was again asked to spread her legs allowing the head attendant to place a large number of fitted cotton pads into her pubic region, enough that would catch any drainage from Sami if she urinated during her execution. Sami felt the intrusion yet again found it rather enjoyable instead of any real pain or displeasure.
“I guess you have closed me for business, yes”, Sami spoke out to the three attendants. “No more poop or pee, or for that matter, anything else. You just plugged and stopped me up for good.” Sami tried to smile but it didn’t come. She was talking and trying to be a trooper but down deep she was scared to what was to follow that day. She wanted to live but had resigned her fate to being executed.
“Get dressed Sami, that’s it,” said the second attendant.
Sami put her panties back on, following that with her soft pants and slip-ons. She straightened her wrap top out and pulled back her long blonde hair behind her ears. The hair has fallen over her face which she didn’t mind. She didn’t want the attendants to see her cry.
After her preparation was over Sami spent twenty minutes visiting with her mother. Sadly, the twelve noon execution time approached and the Warden and the death entourage entered the room and began their final doings. Sami was shackled with chains from her ankles up to her bound wrists. Her walk to the death chamber wouldn’t be physically difficult, but it would be emotionally draining. A priest, the Warden, the Assistant Warden, a male execution guard, the head female prison attendant, and a medical attendant would take her to her place of execution.
Sami’s walk was quiet, except for the rosary being prayed by the priest and the rattle of the chains that bound her. Sami fought her emotions, once after she heard her female prison attendant call out those dreaded words that all State death row inmates dreaded to here, Dead Woman Walking. Sami’s knees buckled at the words and her face became ashen. Finally, when the death chamber door swung open and Sami saw the table with the straps, she again fought herself from crying, as the attendants used a little force to get her through the door.
Sami was helped onto the table and she lay comfortably once she scooted her head up to the padded cranial rest. Her body was relaxed on her back and she fit the table without concern. Her arms were outstretched at forty-five degree angles from her torso, with both being strapped down at the upper arm and lower arm, close to her wrists. Having her leg chains removed, her legs were strapped down with the thick leather bands just below her knees with a final strap across her mid-section, just under her breasts. Her neck was allowed to lift her head to look around which she did. Her short sleeve blouse allowed the medical attendant to have complete access to her arm veins where he would place his needles.
Sami felt hopeless and with eyes drinking in all that she could see, her anxiety momentarily took over, causing her to bladder to empty into her padded cotton pads. She felt the sensation of the pee, but it didn’t register in her thoughts. Looking over to her right she could see a white moveable gurney, sturdy but unassuming. She focused her large blue eyes and noticed a burgundy blanket folded upon it at the foot, and a white sheet folded the same way at the “head” of the gurney. The sight sent shivers down her body, knowing that within the hour her mortal remains would be wrapped up on that gurney to be taken away for funeral preparations. She quickly moved her head to the left at the exact time the curtains were drawn open, allowing the viewing audience to her execution to see her for the first time strapped and ready to be killed. Making eye contact with her mother, she cried her first real tears in the death chamber as she mouthed “love you” to her dear mother.
“Sami Brady, having been convicted of a capital crime and sentenced to death, do you have any last words or requests,” the Warden said. Looking directly up to the ceiling, not making eye contact with anyone in the death chamber, nor the audience looking on in the other room, Sami Brady spoke the last words of her life.
“Please do this.” Sami closed her eyes and let her thoughts wonder to a better place, away from this room, this table, this final death procedure.
The medical attendant, trained in delivering the right medicines and poisons used to kill a person through injection began his work. The needle that would puncture the vein of Sami’s right arm was inserted without a hitch. Sami felt no pain or didn’t show any emotion on the prick. Within seconds a drug was going into Sami’s arm that would act like a sedative to relax her and slow her heart down. It also would render Sami motionless, but she would still have her thought activity in her brain. Not anywhere unpleasant, Sami’s body experience a feeling of sleep, a good forgiving feeling that in a way allowed her to forget where she was and what was going to happen. Her eyes gently fluttered for a few moments, then calmly drifted closed. Sami was at peace, relaxed and asleep. After a couple of minutes Sami was then given a lethal injection which consisted of an ultra-short-acting barbiturate in combination with a chemical paralytic. Sami’s mind went into a big sleep as the lethal drug stopped her heart a few minutes later. Sami Brady suffered brain death a few minutes later. Before long, it was time to check her heart and eyes. The medical attendant, using a stethoscope, gently checked for a heart beat, which she couldn’t find. She opened Sami’s eye lids, only to find fixed and dilated pupils, the last muscles to relax in death.
The curtains of the viewing room were closed. The medical attendant placed a white sheet over the body, wrapping it carefully. Sami body, by state law, would be required to rest on the execution table for one full hour upon sentence of death. The hour began at twelve twenty four PM. It would be guarded by the head female prison attendant. Everyone else left the death chamber. Outside the death chamber in the hallway that would lead back to the main area of the prison, the Warden was in light conversation with the Assistant Warden, as the two were about to give a press conference to the media on hand. The rather small press interview room was packed when the two administrators began their briefing.
“Sami Brady was declared dead at twelve twenty-four PM. She had no last words except to say as I quote ‘please do this.’ The execution went off without a problem. The body will be transferred to the Jordan Crossing Funeral Home in one hour. Her remains will be turned over to the family tomorrow morning.”
The press briefing lasted a little more than an hour. It was routine. The hour passed slowly for the female prison attendant and right on the button, one hour after her death, the State Medical Examiner’s Office coroner on call entered the death chamber to prepare the dead woman for her journey thirty-five miles north where she would be processed. The coroner on call that night was an experienced ME and he had two technicians with him.
“Young woman, Sami Brady, female, twenty-one, death by lethal injection” dictated the ME into a small but excellent, and by the way, expensive recording device. “We will now prepare the body for removal from the death chamber for transportation to the requested funeral home. Routines will be followed documented as performed.”
The ME pulled back the white sheet that had covered Sami’s body down to just below her breasts. Looking down at her, the ME again began to dictate into his expensive recording machine while his two experienced techs worked the body over.
“Body is fully clothes with leather straps binding at the lower chest, wrists, upper arms and lower legs. A syringe has been inserted into the right arm at the inner elbow. Purple wrap v-neck top, grey yoga pants, white socks.”
The techs unbuckled the leather straps at the various points but allowed the syringe only to stay in the body’s arm. An ankle tag was attached to the right ankle, over the pant leg. The tag gave only the name of the deceased and date of death. That would be enough until the body was delivered to the funeral home. That would be within the hour.
Sami’s body was wrapped up fully again in the white sheet, before being wrapped in the burgundy cot cover, folded at the foot of the table. The still limber and relaxed corpse looked asleep on the gurney. Sami had been a good girl during the execution. Dealing with “clean” corpses was rare in their business and the funeral director and his technical assistants would be pleased. The gurney was carted to the waiting hearse and placed on the floor of the van. The trip to the funeral home was uneventful.
The corpse of the dead woman was carted to the intake room #3 upon arrival at the funeral home. The two technicians that process the incoming were ready for her and the body would be within two days. The body was unwrapped carefully and respectfully, the fully clothed cadaver of Sami Brady was exposed to the two assisting techs. “Nice looking young lady,” the first tech said as his large hands grasped the ankles of the deceased.
“You are correct my friend,” the second tech responded, as he put his hands under the shoulders of the body. “Ready, up she goes,” he continued, as the two men lifted the lady out off the gurney, placing her on a fixed stainless steel table in the intake room.
“No real rigor yet,” the first tech stated, “she’s still relaxed.” Both techs noticed the body slump some at the waist while being moved. Her facial expression was still relaxed and calm, accepting of death. The second tech took the one of her fingers and bent it. He noticed some initial rigidity in the digit.
“She is starting to stiffen up some. I think we can stave off full rigor. Shame she had to be executed. Some say she was innocent. Doesn’t matter now,” the second tech chimed in.
A head block was placed under her head and the tech made sure that he allowed her long blonde hair fall to the side of the table in a neat and proper way. The dead woman looked quite attractive, even in death, and the men working on her wouldn’t do anything to mess with that presence. They, if asked, would rather work on a beautiful cadaver than one messed up by any means. Sami’s corpse would be remembered far after this this day by the technicians.
Without hesitation one tech grabbed up the body’s right foot and took off the white slip-on shoe, then did the same with the other foot. Removing the anklets followed, giving the men their first glance at the woman’s petite and unblemished feet.
“Exquisite feet and toes my friend,” one of the men said. “Yes, nice pink toes and the bright red nail polish a nice touch.” One of the techs gently massaged Sami’s right foot.
Attaching a U-45 toe tag to the dead woman’s right big toe, the tag would have tickled the foot but not on this day at this hour. The complete name and date of death was the pertinent information on the tag. The attendant carefully began to remove Sami’s yoga pants, pulling them down her legs. The white cotton panties which covered the pubic region of the corpse were all that remained on Sami’s lower body, which were then carefully removed.
The techs then pulled Sami’s arms straight back behind her in order to remove the purple wrap she was wearing. Once this was done, they unfastened the woman’s bra and pulled it off her. Sami’s dead body was now completely naked on her morgue table.
“A little baby fat on her, but very beautiful for such a young lady,” the second tech responded at looking at the nude cadaver. “She’s high maintenance…..look at her body, no blemishes, manicured nails and pedicured toe nails.”
“She has some piss in this pad. Must have had some pee in her that she just couldn’t hold. Her butt plug is void of any feces.”
A white cotton sheet covered the body and the tech flipped the bottom of the sheet by the feet up, allowing the toe tag and the tops of the toes to be visible. Preparation time was just a few minutes away. Sami Brady was on her way to eternity.
Sami’s funeral was 4 days later. She was buried in the same purple wrap v-neck shirt she had been executed wearing, and a new pair of jeans. She was left barefoot. Her hands were folded neatly over her lower torso, just below her belly button. She wasn’t dressed in a fancy way. Prior to her execution, Sami had asked to be buried in something pretty and eye catching. She’d figured that she could make a final defiant gesture in death by the way she was dressed in her casket. Her family on the other hand, believed that Sami should not try to be defiant, but accepting. They felt it would be more appropriate for Sami’s body to be dressed in something subdued but pretty, something she would have found comfortable while alive. The purple v-neck wrap was chosen because it made her look calm, completely at peace and accepting of what had happened. She was laid out among a beautiful arrangement of flowers, bright with color, the beauty she had so loved in life. Her body had been covered in a sweet perfume and left uncovered, though. In her casket, small things to represent her life were to be buried with her. She wore her favorite bra. Before the lid was closed, her family and friends kissed her, wishing her farewell and goodnight. Her eyes were closed calmly and a calm smile fell across her face. The serenity of Sami’s countenance was overpowering for all who were present. Her facial features had been perfectly set into a gentle smile of reassurance. Though completely devoid of any consciousness necessary to affect such a smile naturally, Sami’s expression was fitting in the most perfect way. While the smile may have been secured by unnatural means, the expression was truly characteristic of Sami as she had been in life. Of all present, it was she who was the most serene. The setting sun over the ocean was setting the sky ablaze with brilliant orange. The evening light illuminated Sami’s face. She had been allowed one last sunset before her burial, and even though she was tucked away in the final and ultimate embrace of death, secured there by lethal injection, there was no doubt that she deserved one last experience of the warm evening sun. She was locked away in a world of silence and darkness and nothingness. She would have given anything to return to life, to rise out of that coffin. But she couldn’t. She was enclosed in death, her beautiful body completely devoid of all ability to move or to fight, permanently and irreversibly relaxed for eternity. Nor could she feel the purple wrap v-neck that wrapped her body perfectly and had been so comfortable when Sami had been alive. When it was time to bury her, another white sheet was pulled the rest of the way over her body. The frame of her body was outlined in the sheet. The casket was closed and she was buried in a plot nearby.
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Once the straps were all in place, I was comfortable…but couldn’t really move. I could lift my wrists a little and wiggle enough to keep from cramping, and turn my head from side to side…but I couldn’t turn, sit up, shift up or down in the bed. I fell asleep pretty quickly, but woke up several times in the night, realized now restrained I was…then drifting back to sleep in bondage bliss.
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Glitch s02e02: Dr. Heysen starts conducting brutal experiments on John, to see if John’s body can regenerate.
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Anti-Coronavirus-Boredom treatment #45B: From April 2018, a video with a younger visitor zipped and belted into my canvas sleepsack. His struggles against his restraints are fun to watch. With so much padding on the table (4 inches) you might see how the ropes tend to give a little here and there.
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Anesthesia, Analgesia, and Paralysis: What’s the Difference?
Whuddup, peeps and other candies! Today Aunt Scripty wants to talk about a really important aspect of pharmacology, especially important for surgeries (both back-alley and OR) and emergency medicine types.
Today we’re going to differentiate anesthesia, analgesia, and paralysis. We’re going to talk about drugs that affect each of these.
I swear to you, dear keyboard-smashers, by the end of this article you will know more than a lot of junior doctors know, or at least manage to remember in the heat of trying to fix a critically ill patient, and you will understand why I want to slap so very many of my medical directors.
So let’s start with some definitions, some what-does-this-do:
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I'm an absolute weakling for "restrained for your own safety" stories. Especially if it's for everyone's safety. Someone not realizing the other person is trying to help and getting aggressive with them? Sinking their teeth into whatever exposed flesh they can find, writhing as their getting pinned down, kicking at the person above them, snapping their teeth around the wrist holding their shoulder down? That's my jam.
Anon, this was so good I had to toss together a quick thing for it. Whumpee is he/him, the doctor is she/her. TW for drugging, restraint, medical whump(?), fear-aggressive whumpee.
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Whumpee kicked and heaved, bucking against the hands holding him down. “No! No!” His eyes were wild and unfocused, and he twisted against the exam table as three nurses wrestled him onto it.
“Get him onto the table, there-” A doctor in a white coat follows, and her hair is scattered and clothing rumpled, as if just recently in a tousle. “Nurse, prep me seven hundred cc’s of amytal diazapine.” If her appearance is ruffled, her manner is practiced and stern as the door to the room swings shut behind her.
“No! No, no, get off! Get off of me!” The whumpee is frantic, raging, nearly feral with it as he shakes and thrashes. The nurses manage to pin his upper half to the exam table, and the doctor lunges for one of the wrist restraints, wrapping the worn fabric around a straining wrist. The whumpee feels it happen, and the next scream that leaves his mouth rends through the air as something ragged and animal. The cuff is tightened, and the whumpee twists around and down and sinks his teeth into the closest nurses’ wrist.
“Ah! God fucking damn it!”
“Nurse! Get me that amytral!”
The nurse staggers back with blood pouring from their wrist, and whumpee is halfway off the table before he’s stopped by the cuff.
“Hold his legs,” she snaps, and the two remaining nurses obey with wide eyes. “Martinez, you’re out. Go.” The injured nurse staggers to their feet and quickly exits, and the doctor moves with decisive motions to prep the sedative herself.
“No!” The whumpee is still crying and screaming as she approaches with the needle, and the blood staining his teeth is garish in the white florescent lights.
“I know you don’t understand,” she says simply. “We are here to help you.” The whumpee bares his teeth and makes a bestial sound, and the doctor plunges the needle into the meat of his thigh.
He shakes and snarls for a while after; long enough that the orderlies can’t let go of him, long enough for the doctor to double-check the dosage of the drug. But eventually his struggling weakens, and it is easier to pin his other wrist down and restrain it, then do the same for his ankles.
Unconsciousness doesn’t take him, in the end. But the drug has flooded his system, and he still whimpers weakly as the nurses step away.
“Holy shit,” one of them says quietly, and the other nods a breathless agreement.
The doctor is breathless herself; and she takes only a moment to regain her composure.
“Clean up, both of you,” she murmurs. “Make sure Martinez is taken care of. And-” she breaks off and shakes her head, looking down at the pale, skinny, battered body strapped down on her medical table. “Contact Highland Psychiatric. Tell them to send their best.”
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Not sure if this is necessarily the best source to ask, but after seeing your post on handcuffs: Of the restraints you've researched/tried out, which is the most effective at keeping someone immobile? Moreover, without causing serious damage? I imagine metal cuffs would be more injurious than rope, plastic ties or tape, but that might not always be true.
Well it depends partly on how ‘immobile’ you mean. Keeping someonecompletely still is pretty bad for their health in and of itself.
I also feel like I should include a general reminder that this iswriting advice. If I say something could be dangerous please don’t try it outon yourself or someone else.
I tend to approach restraints in terms of them all having differentrisks associated with them. Metal isn’t inherently more dangerous than plastic,it’s about how the restraint is constructed and what it’s used for.
And for obvious reasons I tend to know more about the ways modernrestraints are abused and misused than I do about the risks when something isused properly.
Plastic ties tighten easily. They can cut off circulation and that canfeed into tortures similar to finger-milking (hitting painful swellings in thehands caused by limiting circulation). They can also cause nerve damage bydigging into flesh for long periods, especially when they’re used in suspensiontortures and stress positions.
Rope can do exactly the same thing. But it tends to have more ‘give’ toit and it takes quite a bit more physical effort to cut off circulation withrope than with a plastic tie. It’s used less often nowadays so I’m actually notsure how likely nerve damage is with rope.
Metal restraints are more likely to cause broken bones. But I’ve hadmuch less problems with metal restraints cutting off circulation or causing generalpain. So long as they actually fit I’ve found them more comfortable.
I used to wear a pair of darby-style handcuffs as a bracelet. They’re heavy and that can make themuncomfortable in the long term (hours) but they’ve never left lasting welts theway plastic ties have or a numb tingling sensation the way rope has.
Generally speaking keeping people restrained in the longer term,anything over a handful of hours, is bad for their health in a variety of ways.
Being kept in an uncomfortable position where muscles are strained iswell- basically a stress position. It’s intensely painful and causes massivemuscle damage. The fluid release caused by the die off of muscle cells usuallyresults in visible swelling in the first 24 hours. After 48 hours it can leadto kidney failure.
Most long term restraint tortures allow a degree of movement becauseotherwise victims die.
Being kept immobile in a position where the muscles aren’t strained also kills. But it kills more slowly.
This bit is getting outside my area and into @scriptmedic’s so I’dsuggest consulting her for more detail. I’m thinking about bedsores (orpressure ulcers if you prefer), which develop when people don’t move much forlong periods. There are several different categories based on the severity,ranging from a sort of spongy blister to a deep open wound that reaches themuscle or bone.
Historically these meant a severely reduced life expectancy forparalysed people: medics literally didn’t realise they needed to be moved. Aquick search on bedsores came up with not only direct infection and sepsis, butinfections that spread into the bones and joints and a form of cancer ascomplications that could be lethal.
Which brings me to suggestions:
I’d say tailor the restraints in your story to what you want from thestory. The main questions to consider are how immobile the character needs tobe and for how long.
If keeping the character completely immobile is important then I thinkthe ‘safest’ option is probably a medical bed with 6 or 8 point restraints. Thisis a wheeled bed with tough fabric straps which secure someone in place. They’redesigned to reduce discomfort and the chance of injury and they keep peoplevery still.
There are also good reasons they’re used as a last resort.
Patients can experience friction burns, dislocated bones and broken bonesstruggling against either the application of restraints or the restraintsthemselves. Therehave also been cases of death in relatively short period of time from heartattacks. Keeping patients in such restraints for prolonged periods is notonly dehumanising but damaging to both their physical and mental health.
I don’t have exact time-frames for this. I’m aware that there have beencases of patients restrained in this fashion for a horrifically long period oftime who survived. But realistically…the kind of time frame these restraints aretypically used for is in the realm of hours not days.
If complete immobility is less important to the story but longer timeperiods are important I’d suggest using the sorts of restraints currentlycommon in China for restraint torture.
These are metal ratchetting cuff restraints with a chain between the cuffedhands and the legs. They allow the victim considerably more movement, they canwalk (but not run), handle objects and for the most part take care ofthemselves. They can’t straighten their back, the restraints keep them in anuncomfortable hunched position which causes general pain and discomfort.
But the degree of mobility and ability to relieve strained muscles meansthat unlike a stress position it doesn’t tend to kill.
Victimshave been kept like this for months at a time.
There are long term complications but less risk of sudden death. Longterm complications include chronic pain, weakened muscles, joint and muscularproblems, mobility problems and reduced fine motor control (in some cases dueto nerve damage in the hands caused by prolonged use of restraints.) These areproblems I’d expect to see after a month or more of constant use of these torturousrestraints.
Obviouslyvictims would also be affected by the general symptoms of torture.
Generally speaking there are also some things I’d advise avoiding inyour story if you don’t want the character to be injured.
Any restraint around the neck isdangerous.
Anything that tightens easily isdangerous; plasticties fall into this category and I’d suggest avoiding them in fiction andreality. Whether ropes fall into this category or not depends on the type ofknot.
Anything with a sharp edge isdangerous; metalcuffs can fall into this category but don’t always. Their edges can be rounded.Plastic ties almost always fall into this category.
A hangman’s knot is dangerous whatever part of the body it’sapplied too. It was designed to kill and unless you want the character dead orseriously injured it’s an unrealistic thing to use. If you’re interested in arealistic portrayal of injury from these knots and over 18 Sunstone by SSejic contains a pretty powerful scene of a serious injury in the BDSMcommunity.
I hope that helps. :)
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