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“With the design patent, you solely should make a trivial change,” Love said. Again, though, it’s a potential resource suck for the company, using up money it in any other case might use to design new products. Much like Facebook earlier than it, it is the Biometric Information Privacy Act that landed Google in sizzling water. That law requires any company gathering biometric data to publicly show a coverage detailing to users how long it will maintain this information. Although it is constructed around things like retina scans and fingerprint sensors, Google's face-matching function within Photos occurs to fall beneath the law's scope, thanks to how the corporate detects facial options. In 2011, Apple brought suit in opposition to Samsung, claiming that Samsung’s smartphones copied varied patented design options of the iPhone, such as the iPhone’s black rectangular front face with rounded corners and its grid of sixteen colorful icons on a black display screen.

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Represented by powerhouse public curiosity firm, Clarkson Law Firm, the Plaintiffs further allege that Samsung failed to take acceptable protective measures main to two back-to-back data breaches. Samsung then exacerbated the problem, based on the lawsuit, by neglecting to inform customers whose data could have been compromised. The 43-page criticism samsung privacy lawsuit asserts that Samsung violated shopper protection laws in all 50 states. Arbitration includes the settlement of a dispute with out taking the matter to court docket. Owners of Samsung Galaxy phones and tablets now have a possibility to contact a class action lawyer and potentially join a mass arbitration towards Samsung.

The main proof cited within the case is an impartial investigation carried out by Hagens Berman, which claims to have found an agreement between the tech producers designed to raise the value of DRAM, an increasingly widespread memory kind found in tens of millions of gadgets. As a counterpunch, Samsung claims Apple violated a few of its utility patents when it made iPhones and iPads. In addition, Samsung needs samsung privacy lawsuit extra money for using patents necessary for giving a telephone 3G capabilities. Samsung responded later that month with a lawsuit in Seoul alleging five patent infringements by Apple. It filed separate actions in Tokyo, citing two patent infringements, and within the German metropolis of Mannheim citing three. The South Korean firm mentioned Apple's latest legal action will not have an result on its personal lawsuit.

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With running out of storage space for pics, it’s time to unload insomnia writing with another round of....

From the drafts!

In this case I was rambling on about my hating Spring. I wrote this about a month ago, but it’s still 100% true and will be until half past June.

As usual, no proof reading and no promise it’s complete, but I just couldn’t delete it. 

I HATE  this time of year.

The days get longer and warmer, and I get sadder and sadder.

It’s spring, people say. The season of new growth, rebirth, young love, and blooming flowers. How can you not feel all that hope, optimisim, and potential?

But I think that’s the point. It makes me aware of what I lack, what I can never be or have. 

Oh, I’ve had an amazing talent for focusing narrowly on the now and believing everything would work out somehow. I’d figure things out or get lucky or something. Stumbling through each day with a bullheaded determination and never letting myself linger on the futility of it all, distracting myself with anything interesting I’d come across along the way served me well. 

Yet this never worked in spring. 

The budding of the trees and the explosion of daffodils in all the yards would mark the start of  if it. I’d find myself thinking about things to do with life. Beginnings and births would become thoughts of maybes  and could bes that I longed for, but always found out of reach. 

Despair and disappointment. Lost and alone. Trapped in a cage with no way out. 

As a teenager I’d end up having a kind of meltdown every year. I’d run off to the woods to skip school at least once, hiding and crying. I would just not be able to stop crying, and at the time I was so ashamed to cry I could go the rest the year without shedding a tear, so this was dramatic for me.

 My parents were great about it, never once chiding me even. Not talking about it really either of course, since I was always seen as fine really. They just assumed I’d cope, and if going to school the next day like normal, without the slightest blip in the grades I wasn’t having to work for anyway, was coping I suppose I was.

 I suppose mostly it just would throw them. They knew of my insecurities and anxieties, but I don’t think they ever could quite see the depths of unhappiness that stayed submerged most of the time. 

And that was when I was young. Back then there was still possibility and potential. I was a kid with a future ahead of her. 

It was reasonable to assume that one day I’d have all the things I wanted. I’d have friends and family, someone that loved me, a career, a purpose, a few adventures, and just enough  success that I could live comfortably enough survival wasn’t a daily worry and feel I’d accomplished at least one good thing to make the world better. 

Okay, maybe just a few of them. But certainly I’d have at least some of those things, because it would be almost impossible not to at least accidentally end up with a few of them.

Or not it turns out.

 Middle aged me has discovered just how bad a person can be at life, and how luck can end up not compensating at all. A life really can just be a slide downhill and you can suddenly realize you not only have no realistic hopes any more, you actually peaked at four! 

The last few years have been increasingly worse. What used to offer stability and comforts have twisted into sources of anxiety or simply been stripped away. My loved ones have been lost to me, leaving me now friendless and alone. Worrying about surviving day to day, and trying to accept I can’t hold my world together occupies me thoughts. I have to let go of even little things that give me pleasure.

The future I never much looked to I can see more and more often as a bleak, dark, wasteland.

My optimistic and  hopeful side is nearly gone, burned away by the bright glare of harsh realities. It gets that way when things never seem to work out and day after day offers fresh disasters you won’t be able to fix.**

I can’t even divert myself with all those little things. You may have noticed my photos are more perfunctory than they even used to be, my sculpting more awkward, and my text posts only venting and moaning. I don’t notice things and I can’t seem to get my imagination to work, and these were the cornerstones of my emotional survival.

Spring used to be the depressing time for me, and I could hold it back the rest of the time. Since certain events in 2012 that were the tugged threads that began the unraveling of the fabric of my life, it has increasingly gotten so the whole year feels like the awfulness of spring.

And yet spring is still actually worse. 

The world comes alive each spring, while I wither just a bit more each year. 

To be clear, I do NOT want to die. Never have, and expect I never will. As I like to say (and think I got from Blake’s 7) I intend to live forever, or die trying. (didn’t work out to well for them, did it! LOL). 

I do admit I frequently try a little little mental trick of telling myself to think of myself as already dead. The idea isn’t I want to die, but that if I’m already dead the story is over and it doesn’t hurt anymore. If my story is still going on  I desire what I can’t have and hope for what I can never get, so daily have to deal with the rapidly increasing impossibility of achieving any of it. It’s like starving to death slowly. It’s painful to very rationally and clear eyed face the simple fact that my life will get no better. The dead don’t feal pain, or grief, or loneliness, or fear, or unrequited love, or guilt, or shame, any of the rest of what has weighed  me down. 

So the game is to be a ghost, haunting the places I wander. I  observe the world without an ache at being ignored, since most people never see a ghost anyway. I let myself be adrift between a warm memories of the past and the empty rooms of the present with no dread of the future, because that’s the story of others and not me. Nothing new can hurt a ghost.

But it’s just a thing to comfort myself when things are bad, but it never quite works. I can tell myself to pretend to be dead, but I’m very much alive. I feel and feel and feel, the raw nerve too sensitive girl still.

My other thing to repeat to myself on bad days is “I don’t matter.” This isn’t self loathing or anything, but me keeping my suffering in perspective. I’m not significant and contribute nothing to the world. I’ve no one depending on me or noticing me. If I died tomorrow only my mother would even mourn, and one day I won’t even have her. My sufferings are only mine and mine alone. I do not matter to the world.

Oddly this can be comforting and freeing. I don’t have to feel ashamed about how I’m stuck living. If a repair is out of my reach, well no one else is bothered so I can just deal with it unrepaired. I only have to worry about enduring. 

But that’s the rub. Enduring can be grueling.

 Watching your home rot away around you, being unable to get a vehicle repaired because you can’t get a lift to a repair shop, limping as you try to cut up a fallen tree blocking your driveway using only a handsaw, wearing five layers topped with a thick coat in your house in winter because you don’t exactly have heat, deciding what food not to buy yourself because you need to buy feed for the animals, and a thousand other things. It’s tiring. 

 Not mattering to others can’t stop you mattering to yourself. Mattering is what hurts. “It doesn’t matter” you shrug off. “It matters” you can’t ignore. My life is too full of things that “matter”, despite my attempts to feel otherwise.

And here is Spring, salt in the wound of my life. I’d probably be depressed in a good life this time of year, and I’d probably be depressed with the current state of my life whatever the season. The two together? I just want to curl up somewhere. Believe me, if I didn’t have so much I have to do I’d just stay in bed until June...

**Today’s disaster? I shattered the screen on my iPad. It still works, obviously since I’m writing this on it, but if it ever stops I won’t be able to afford to replace it. 

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The Black Lives Matter rioters stormed the city, burning down buildings and looting every store they could find. Everything in their path was ripe for destruction - they had no idea how to build anything but they were perfect agents of chaos and destruction. George Soros watched the mayhem from his drone that hovered high about the violent scene. He observed the rioters destroy everything they could get their hands on - while he sat back and observed. "Take a look at this," Soros said to a man sitting in a chair next to him. The man observed the scene on a large screen in front of him, a little TV in front of them that showed fires in another city. "The goyim are following our manipulation just as I thought they would. They're too stupid or naive to even question the stacks of bricks we left in the streets. Could there be any more proof that jews are meant to rule over goys?" "You know what the goyim call this?" The man said. "No, what?" "A. P. E. The Apocalypse." "Really? Do you really think that's an apt description?" Soros asked. "I have to admit, being the bringer of the apocalypse brings me satisfaction like I've never felt before. It's like Maurice Samuel once quoted - “We Jews, we are the destroyers and will remain the destroyers. Nothing you can do will meet our demands and needs. We will forever destroy because we want a world of our own.”" There is something else I want you to see." Soros said, bringing up a new scene on the screen. This time it was an aerial view of the nation's capital - where the shadows of drones could be seen flying about. President Trump was giving a speech on the subway platform in front of the White House, trying to tell the nation to be calm. Rioters were barely being restrained by police. Soros glanced over at his assistant, "Do we have agent provocateurs in that crowd of rioters?" The other man looked at his notes on his ipad. "I believe we do sir. Would you like to activate our assets?" "Yes, lets get this show on the road" an eager Soros grumbled to his right hand man. Ever since he had been a little boy Soros had wanted to bring about the collapse of the United States government. Soon he could begin the next phase of his plan - which was to become the head of the New World Order. His dream was close to becoming a reality. Soon only the jews and their select few elites would control the vast majority of wealth and the world would be kept in poverty, owning nothing, being forced to eat bugs and live in cramped solitary pods. His assistant took his phone out of his pocket and called someone, mumbling some commands in a hushed tone before he hung up. They eagerly watched the crowd of rioters for what would happen next. Soros had paid off numerous agents provocateurs, professional agitators who would start riots, looting, and arson across the country. They knew exactly what they were doing. The street vendors who sold hotdogs, pretzels, soda, and other foods were all agents provocateur. There were several explosions among the groups of police, bodies and parts sent flying as bricks of C4 detonated, causing chaos as the secret service rushed to protect the president. The frenzied crowd knew it was their time to rush the white house and try to end Trump's presidency. Several agents of the secret service were shot by black agents provocateur with automatic rifles, who were not even required to have background checks to obtain their weapons. Soros had been working to remove the ban on automatic weapons from the hands of the commoners for many years. ANTIFA and BLM rioters closed on the secret service protecting Trump, many of them brandishing knives. The agents had been ordered not to shoot unless it was a last resort, as Soros didn't want Trump injured. Soros didn't want to kill trump, he wanted to destroy him as a man, as a symbol of the end of his old world order. "Hitler was right you know. He should have ended us when he had the chance. But that time is long past, isn't it?" Soros chuckled, his jowls jiggling with each movement. "He tried and failed" his assistant said, "We took you in and we provided you with a proper education and upbringing. You've been the best secret weapon the Jews have ever had - and you've done everything we've asked of you. You've turned this country into a third world cesspool and flooded it with immigrants who will finally sing the death song of the white race. Our revenge will be glorious and final - whites will never rise against us again." "This is how the cycle is supposed to go. Look at the goyim go. Rioting, looting, and burning. We've instilled the hate they have towards their fellow man so well they burn down their own cities, their own nation. The white race is dying before our very eyes. "Do you think anyone will rise against us from these ashes again? Someone like Hitler is always lying in wait for the right conditions to arise. We should be wary of agitators." "I don't believe that. Hitler was our last major threat to world domination. He wanted to bring down the corrupt establishment around him, just like Trump wants to do now. I knew both men personally. Trump is different. He has no real interest in freeing people from their shackles, he is a false prophet for stupid rednecks. Nothing more than an actor with a big ego." The crowd swarmed over Trump's security detail, eviscerating and beating them to a pulp. Soros nervously asked "Do you think they will control themselves in the next few moments?" as he watched the angry rioters, angry and disillusioned leftists and marxists, finally close on the president. "He's nothing but a puppet for the establishment. He's not going to make a difference at all." Soros said to his assistant, chuckling as someone showed him a video of the beating and beating of Trump. His laughter could be heard throughout the room as he watched his plan come together. Trump, broken and bloody, lets out a gigantic roar and presses a button on his wrist watch. Suddenly his suite becomes an encasement of armor, growing larger by the moment, and his floppy blond hair changes shape into an armored helmet and visor. The crowd backs away, stunned at the sudden transformation. The president's voice booms "I've had enough. All of you motherfuckers are fired!" Soros' assistant turns to him with a look of shock on his face. "He activated the suit! He activated the suit!" He yelled. "Calm down man. We knew this might happen. Like I said, he's a puppet for the establishment" Soros calmly says, "I have countermeasures in place. Trust me." Flamethrowers erupt from Trump's mech suit, igniting the crowd in a destructive wave that sends ripples of panic and fear through the breaking crowd. Behind Trump, Soros notices Ivanka walking slowly towards the president, dressed in nothing but a flimsy piece of lingerie. Soros grins "The secret weapon approaches. It's impossible for him to resist his beautiful little girl." The crowd surrenders as Ivanka approaches Trump, many of them now vomiting as they realize what the bestial president has been doing with his daughter. The robotic suit lowers as Ivanka begins to rub her body against Trump's. "Daddy" she whispers as she rubs up and down, "Daddy, I want you to stop this madness. Can't you make me feel like your little girl again? Remember what you did to me when I was so small in your lap?" Ivanka's words turn to moans as Trump responds "If you follow the rules, I'll make you feel like you used to." "Daddy, I'll be good - I promise. Please stop this madness. Let's go back to the old days, before you became president. Before you let everyone down. I want us to be together forever. You can always grab my pussy, daddy." For a moment, Trump looks torn, turning his gaze from his beautiful daughter to the flaming mass of bodies surrounding him, some rioters still cowering in fear. "Ok, honey. I'll stop the madness, but you have to do something for me." "Anything, Daddy. I'll do anything you say" Ivanka moans, leaning in close to her father, her body pressed against his in a seductive embrace. "I want you to tell Soros I know what he's been up to, and I know you belong to him." Trump turns his gaze up towards the drone, his suit re-activated. He looks back towards his daughter, and you can tell he regrets what he has to do next, but he knows it's necessary. "I'm sorry honey, but I have to fire you." Soros' assistant screams in anguish as he watches the scene unfold. A bullet suddenly bursts out of the chest of the suit, destroying the drone in an instant. Trump whips his head around. "I'm sorry sweetie, but daddy's gotta go to work." The crowd is shaken to their core at as he turns back towards them, a menacing 9 feet of nano-carbon infused destruction the world has never before witnessed. He starts carving a path through the rioters, rockets propelling him into a lazy glide as ANTIFA and BLM members scatter. His bullets are faster. Pods on his shoulders erupt with lethal projectiles, shredding the crowd into grisly ribbons of meat and shattered bones. Soros looks up at the screen, tears in his eyes at the betrayal by his enemy's daughter. Soros' assistant clutches his chest, his heart bursting. He falls to the ground, dead. Soros yells at the screen. "What's happening! Why isn't he stopping! You said he couldn't resist! I'm surrounded by idiots!" Soros knew the moment had come to use his own secret weapon. He knew what he had to do, and he didn't hesitate. He runs out of the room, and into the hallway. He sprints towards a door labeled "ZERO POINT". He pushes it open, and closes it behind him. He's in a room with a large metal cube in the center. He places his hands on each side of the cube and there is a deep rumbling in the ground below. Soros closes his eyes in what looks like adulation - "The goyim will now know true fear." The worlds roll from his mouth, cold and emotionless as the shape of the death machine starts to rise from it's hidden foundations. It is the size of a skyscraper. A fully functional, fully armed, walking war machine with a spider's abdomen is rising from the bowels of the earth. It's legs are fully extended, the ground shaking with every step. A swarm of drones explode from it's sides, shielding it from anything that might impede it's path. A giant star of David is emblazoned on the center of it's abdomen, glowing an angry red. Soros repeats the old mantra, “We Jews, we are the destroyers and will remain the destroyers. Nothing you can do will meet our demands and needs. We will forever destroy because we want a world of our own.” Entire city blocks are laid flat as he makes his way towards Washington DC, the 8 massive mechanical legs gaining more and more speed until each step is a quarter mile, the colossal metallic arachnid on a single minded death march towards where it knew President Trump still was. Eric and Donald were sitting down for a quiet lunch when the room started shaking. Donald looked up, concerned. Eric looked at Donald, and then out the window. "No, it can't be!" "Eric, what the hell is going on?" Trump Jr. asked, still confused. The building where Eric and Donald were having lunch, Comet Pizzeria, was suddenly crushed flat by the giant Soros Spider, instantly killing everyone inside. Soros grinned. The Spider's feet stomped as it made its way towards the White House, it's gargantuan metal abdomen captivating as it's legs struck the ground. Trump looked through his helmet visor in horror at the behemoth, two giant red eyes glaring at him from the center of the abdomen. He looked up at the beast as it approached. "I never thought the star of David would herald the destruction of humanity" Trump said, his voice now flat. Spirit crushed, he lowered his head, resigned to his fate. Soros' face appeared on the screen. "It's over, Trump. My Spider will kill you, your family, your friends, everyone you know. You can't stop me." Trump didn't say a word. He just grit his teeth as the mech suit he was in suddenly burst upwards in an angry rush towards the Soros death machine. "Not on my watch, motherfucker!" Trump blared through the suits microphone. Gun turrets appeared where the spiders eyes should have been, firing thousands of depleted uranium rounds per second at the rapidly closing Trump suit. Trump's suit was struck, but the nano carbon kept it together, absorbing the kinetic energy of the strike. Trump smiled, "I have my own tricks." The suit jolted again, but this time it started to spew fire from its back. A volley of dozens of missiles shot into the air, warning signs appearing on Trumps internal GUI. He was almost close enough now - he just had to persevere for a few moments longer. Spinning through the hail of bullets, chaff erupted from the ass end of the suit, creating a glittery cloud that caused the missiles to uselessly spin away, many of them detonating into the crowds of protestors. Soros pounded angrily at the controls within the spider. "This isn't possible! How did he know! How did he plan for this!" His face was twisted in rage. Trump looked up. The Spider was almost on him, it's two red eyes staring down at him, judgement pouring forth from them. Trump launched his last chance to defeat the beast, a thin slot opening on his forearm and shooting what looked to be a small card from its barrel towards the spider. If anyone had been able to see it, they would have read the words "Trump Card" written in a circle around a grinning face of the president. As the card flew towards the giant death robot, it started to grow and fan out, then stuck the side of the spider's hull. Tendrils appeared at the edge of the card, now covering about 3 feet of surface area, glowing blue and seeming to fuse with the hull of the massive mech. Inside the suit, Trump's face was locked in a calm and determined expression as he brought his helmet visor up to eye level, and smiled. "That should take care of that." The Spider was wailing as the Trump card activated, delivering computer viruses into the Soros network, data mining everything he had done for decades, streaming the data to the IRS. Soros screamed in a blood curdling shriek as the spider went into a frenzy, the robotic legs thrashing about, tearing its own legs and thorax to shreds with its uncontrolled power. Trump and his armor were thrown to the ground by the force of the impact, but came up, standing triumphantly as the spider fell to the ground, it's systems, designed by Mossad scientists, eating themselves alive at the thought of the impending IRS audits. Trump surveyed the wreckage. Then he flicked on his microphone - "Buy American, Hire American" He said, his voice heavy with an echo, his words soaked with power. Then he flicked it off. He looked down at his hands, then up at Ivanka. "Let's get some pizza baby." Ivanka dropped to her knees, her skin filthy from the smoke and debris. She raised her arms to embrace her father, and as she did, his mech suit disappeared, revealing his true form, his floppy golden main flapping in the gentle breeze. She whispered into his ear. "I'm sorry daddy." "It's ok honey, I know why you did it. Besides, it worked, didn't it?" "It did - I was so worried he would find out about our plan - he's not a stupid man. He didn't get so rich because he was an idiot." "That's right, he's not stupid, he's just a twisted, cruel little man who will be brought to justice as soon as we land. I'll tell the guards to look out for you." He hugged his daughter tightly, grabbing her mostly bare ass, feeling her huge tits push firmly against him as they embraced. He felt a raging hard on start to form. "I love you Ivanka. Don't ever forget that. You belong to daddy" He said, kissing her on the forehead gently. He turned around, looking out to the crowd. He spoke into the microphone mounted to his suit, bellowing out "What's the matter, can't a father show love for his beautiful, sexy daughter?!" The crowd roared with approval. A new slogan was born. Donald Trump reached his hand out to his daughter, and she grabbed it, standing up next to him. Her face was dirt smudged, her hair knotted and matted. She walked into the crowd, feet bare and filthy, her nighty not leaving much to the imagination. The people were motionless as she walked past them, a few reaching out to grab her, but quickly recoiling as she looked up at them with a cold, sad, yet powerful stare. She was a sight to behold. Donald followed behind her at a distance, a small group of secret service body guards quickly coming to his side. "Isn't she amazing? I think she will make a great president someday" he said as he watched her walk ahead of him, her long smooth legs gracefully carrying her past the ragged remnants of the rioters, her nearly naked ass rhythmically swaying back and forth with each step. "Yes sir - I agree - she's definitely got potential." Said one of the secret service agents. The others nodded in agreement. "I'm glad you feel that way. I'd hate to have to do anything about it." Donald replied, grinning at his own joke. The bodyguards couldn't help but look at Ivanka's ass as they kept a safe distance behind her. When they reached the top of the staircase, Donald reached out to grab her arm, but she quickly brushed his hand off, "No daddy, it's not time for that - I need to clean up." "Ok honey, I'll see you in the suite later, don't be late" he said as he kissed her behind the ear, discretely pinching one of her nipples beneath her laced top. He felt her tense up at his touch, then suddenly relax as a smile came to her face. She turned around and smiled at him. "Ok daddy I'll be there soon, I promise" she said as she turned and walked into the Whitehouse. He watched her as she went, his eyes focused on her amazing swaying ass. He grew excited as he thought of the good times they've had over the years. She always knew how to make him feel good about himself, and that was worth a lot to him. Ivanka made her way into the Oval Office. It was a mess. The carpet was stained with blood, bullet holes littered the white walls, and huge pieces of sheet rock were hanging from the ceiling. She knew if this was to be her future home, it would need to be more resilient. She walked into a maintenance closet down the hall and opened a breaker box, flipping one of the switches back and forth. A door opened to her left into a luxuriant suite, spacious and inviting. She was dead tired and wasn't sure if she should lay down for a while or clean the filth from the day. As she walked through the door, she heard a familiar voice. "Ivanka! What are you doing here? I thought you were still in New York! I can't believe you're here!" It was her bodyguard, assigned to her by her father. He was a young, handsome, tall man, specifically chosen for his virility and stamina. He was muscular, clean cut, neat and well mannered. He had a stable job in a local security firm, but he also had a side job as a male escort, a job that paid a lot more, and afforded him a lot of perks. "I can't believe it either. It's been a long day. Did you see what happened with Soros?" "Yes, I saw it all - it's a shame that he is gone. He just couldn't control his greed. It's a shame to lose someone so good at what they do. I think the world lost a great mind." "Yes, he is great at what he does, isn't he? Too bad he was only good at stoking the flames of dissent and cheating struggling currencies out of their worth, capitalizing on the suffering of millions." Ivanka flashed a smile, pleased with herself for getting the upper hand on the conversation. "Oh, didn't you know? That's what we do. Oh, of course, you do too. You and daddy. I mean you and the president. Same thing." "Yes, but we do it to our enemies, not all of mankind. Tell me, when I rule the world, will you still be my loyal slave?" Ivanka eyed his muscular lean body up and down, which was impressive even in his custom cut Armani. "Of course, as long as you keep me happy, I'll keep you safe." He said as he took a step towards her. Ivanka's mind was racing, was he going to try something? Was he going to make a move on her? She loved it when a man took control of a situation, even if she didn't like to admit it. It reminded her of nights she spent with her father. Those hot, sweaty nights when mom was nowhere to be found, and she would submit to his touch, not because she wanted to, but because she had no choice. As he approached her, she took a step back, but her bare foot landed on something soft. She looked down to see the headless body of George Soros, his blood still warm on the floor. "I thought you would like a trophy" he said, grinning sardonically at her while she almost tripped over the lifeless corpse. "What the fuck is wrong with you! This is not the time to be playing games, we need to focus on this situation, not be acting like fucking teenagers with a dead body!" She said, a bit angrier than she had originally intended. "This is a big moment. For both of us. I wanted to prove my loyalty, how much I cared for you. Should we have him stuffed and mounted?" "You really need to get a fucking grip on yourself." Ivanka replied, trying to get out of the situation without causing a scene. "I knew you would like it." He said, walking towards her. "Stay the fuck away from me!" she said, sidestepping and walking slowly towards the nightstand, backing towards it as he approached, opening the drawer behind her, her hands finding what she was looking for. She grabbed it and turned around, beaming with confidence as she pointed the object at him. "Oh, you got me good! I didn't even see it coming! Ha ha ha, classic!" he said as he walked towards her, ignoring her order to stop. The dildo was firm in her grip as she pointed it in his direction, massive and black with anatomically correct veins molded into the silicone shaft. "If you don't back off, I'll shove this whole thing up your ass!" she said, decisiveness in her eyes. He was undeterred. "I'd love to see that." As he finished his sentence, he tore his suit off in one fluid motion - it was specially designed for his role as an escort and he loved entering a scene with a flourish. He slowly walked towards her, her shaking hands still pointing the dildo in his direction. He lowered his lips to the silicone hand cannon she wielded with deadly intent. "I'm going to really enjoy this." He said, softly kissing the tip of the weapon. Ivanka let her arm drop, the dildo hanging loosely in her hand next to her leg. She was caught off guard by how much she enjoyed the feel of it on her skin. She quickly brought her hand in a smooth arc, slapping his face - "get on your knees, bitch" she commanded as she held the dildo in his face. Before he could reply, Ivanka pushed the dildo into his soft pouting lips. She felt a soft warm trickle down her leg as he sucked on the tip. She pulled it out and pushed it back in, pressing hard against his soft pink lips, smearing the black silicon with his spit. "You need to get this wet because you know where it's going next, and this is the only lube you're going to be allowed to use. He stopped sucking the dildo for a moment to speak, "I can't wait to get fucked by you." He pressed his lips firmly against the tip of the dildo, all the while smiling at the feeling of the cold silicone against his face. He sucked on it hard, using his tongue to get it nice and wet. "I think you're ready" Ivanka let the words drip into his ear as she leaned in close, bringing the massive toy down to his ass, pushing his head down to the floor where he could still see the lifeless body of George Soros. His ass was soaking wet and ready for the dildo and he knew it. "I want to feel you inside of me." He said as she pushed the tip against his ass. "Look at the body of the man who tried to take away your victory. Look, and know that it's the price people pay for opposing our power" as she forcefully shoved the massive cock into his tight ass. He grimaced in pain, but he was disciplined and knew if he wavered, the punishment would be severe. She got it as far as she could and held it there as she grabbed his head and kissed him. She could feel the back of the dildo pressing against her pussy as she kissed him and she moaned into his mouth as she slowly pulled it out. She thrust it back in, and then pulled it back, rhythmically pumping his ass with only the barest hint of saliva for lube, his hole struggling to handle the pain-inducing girth. She pulled it back and pushed hard, forcing half of the dildo into his ass. "Tell me how much you love this." "I love it. I love it so much." Ivanka pushed the dildo into his ass, holding it there with one hand. "Keep this inside you, bitch" she commanded as she walked back to the drawer, removing a pair of panties. She slid behind him, his hand still holding the dildo in his sore and abused hole while she slid her panties over his feet and legs, pulling them up so she could use it to hold the toy that was buried deep in his ass. He moaned in pleasure as she pulled the panties tight, the soft silk fabric gently sliding against his cock and balls. She walked back in front of him, pulling her panties down. "You look like you're having fun with your new fucktoy. I think it's time I thanked you for your service." He knew what was coming. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world when it came to this stage, but he loved to please his mistress so he did what was commanded and lay on his back, stroking his huge cock under the satin panties. Ivanka dropped her own to the floor and stood over him, imposing, with her feet on either side of his face, rubbing her clit as she stared down at her fuck toy. She lowered herself until she was in a squat over his face, his breathing gaining speed as her asshole lowered towards his parted lips. She lowered her body until she felt his tongue dig into her asshole, his head pressed against the floor as he tried to go deeper. "Fuck, you're good at that." She moaned under her breath as she felt him lick her ass, his tongue sliding across the inside of her cheeks. She kept grinding on his tongue harder, trying to get him to lick ever deeper. She strained and pushed against his tongue, her asshole slowly opening wide. "Do you want to be my dirty boy?" she implored, pussy dripping, his body shaking as he stroked his cock and ate her asshole. She couldn't really hear his muffled response and to be honest, she didn't care what he wanted or had to say. This was all about domination for her. She could feel her bowels start to loosen with effort as she strained above his mouth, working her fingers deep into her pussy as she moaned, allowing her asshole to open up wider, exposing more of its tanned, puckered flesh to his hungry mouth. "I knew you'd be a good boy. I knew you would." She was breathing heavily as she pushed her asshole open wider, her shit slowly meeting with his tongue, filling his mouth opened wide for her. She grinded her asshole onto his mouth, his eyes bugging out of his head as she pressed against his mouth, feeling her shit slowly slide out of her, his tongue spreading her cheeks wide. She lifted up to the tip of his tongue, his mouth full of her dark shit that flowed freely now, over-flowing from his hungry mouth as she emptied every ounce she had over his handsome face. She felt her piss empty from her bladder as she drenched his shit covered face with her majestic golden juice. "Oh, fuck. You are so good at that." She shifted back, wiping her pussy with his face, stroking his cock back to full attention while he licked her shit from between her asscheeks. "Make sure you get all of that fucking shit off of you dirty pig." He nodded in assent as he greedily lapped up her shit, struggling to choke it down. She looked back and saw tears forming in his eyes and almost felt bad for him. Almost. "I still can't believe you like that shit." "You're not the only one who has kinks, you know." She looked at him with contempt. "Yeah, whatever. You know you like it. You want to be my filthy boy. I don't fucking care. I'm the most powerful woman in America. Who's my bitch?!" She shouted at him, his lips still covered in her shit, struggling to finish his meal. "That's right. I'm your fucking bitch. Your fucking diaper boy." She smiled down at him as she grabbed a leather collar from the drawer. She slipped it around his neck, locking it from behind as she kissed the back of his head. He could feel the cold steel against his throat as she pulled tightly, slightly choking him. She placed a bare foot on his cock and slowly started to apply pressure. "Do you know what I can do in this position?" Ivanka implored to the helpless slave in front of her, "I can crush you with my fucking foot. I can rip your fucking dick off and you'll never be able to fuck another woman again. I'm in control. I'm in control of you and I always will be." He moaned in pleasure as she applied pressure to his cock, pointing her toenails down and digging painfully into his shaft, his body convulsing but not daring to defy her will. She brought that foot from his dick up to his shitty face and mouth and started rubbing it all over his face, smearing him, humiliating her little pig as she stuffed her shit covered toes down his throat, giggling as he gagged on her mess. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder as he ate her shit from her toes. He sputtered and choked as she squeezed his throat harder, her soft toes pressing hard on his tongue. She could hear him in the back of his throat, a little whimper as he tried to resist, but he was forced to swallow all that remained as she forced it down his struggling throat. He started to cough, struggling to breathe as she wrapped her foot around his neck, trapping him. "You are so fucking pathetic. Such a fucking bitch." She dragged her foot up his throat, pressing against his tongue before hooking her toes on his nose. She pulled him towards her with the leash, her toes pushing deep inside his nose. "Do you like that smell, pig fuck?" "Yes, mistress." He replied, his eyes tearing up. She bent her toes, pinching his nostrils shut, her sole covering his mouth and the collar cinched tight on his throat as he started to flail and gag, trying to pull away from her toes, but she was too strong for him. "Oh, you filthy boy. You filthy, shit eating little piggy." She heard the door open behind them and turned to look over her shoulder. "Hello, daddy." She said with a smile. "I think he needs a bath." Ivanka looked down at the helpless slave, his cock hard and throbbing, a few drops of cum dripping from its tip, a victim of her twisted mind. Ivanka shifted her weight to bear down harder on her plaything. "I see you're still playing with your food. What did I tell you about that?" President Trump chided her from the doorway. "I was just getting him ready for a bath, Daddy." "Well, your mother is going to be here soon and we haven't had a chance to talk things over." He walked into the room and stood before his daughter, a stern look on his face, his nose wrinkling from the smell. "What did I tell you about shitting where you sleep?" He asked. "But, Daddy, I just wanted to play with my toy." "Bulgarian Boy, get up. And get the fuck out of the White House." Trump looked down at his daughter's toy, at his cock, still rock hard. "Finish yourself off, you pathetic, pathetic man. I wouldn't have hired this guy if I knew this was the shit you would do with him." "But he was so much fun to corrupt, you know how I love to do that, daddy" Ivanka purred to Trump, her eyes fluttering flirtatiously. "Ivanka, you're getting too old for this shit. Out." Bulgarian Boy stood up, his cock still hard, a thin strand of cum dripped from the tip. He stumbled to get his clothes on, his cock flailing about as he tried to get dressed, the dildo still lodged firmly in his ass. He seemed to forget it was there as he scrambled to leave the room. As he passed by Trump raised a leg and gave a firm shove to his ass, driving the dildo deeper as he stumbled out the doorway. "Get the fuck out of here, you're fired." Trump used his foot to push him out of the room and into the hallway. He closed the door and turned back to his daughter. "Ivanka, what the fuck is wrong with you?" "Daddy, all my friends have these, why can't I have my fun? You always told me I should take charge of the situation and assert power if I wanted it." Ivanka pouted at her father. "I did not tell you to shithouse your employee. You can't just shit on everyone. You have responsibilities. You have a family, you have a position in life. I have helped give you these things and you seem to be throwing it all away." "But Daddy, I was just having some innocent fun! Why do you get to have all of the fun with your stupid whores like Stormy Daniels!" she shouted, her voice rising and surprising her father. He straightened his tie, recomposing himself. "You said I should be a strong, powerful woman." She said, a little more quietly. "I should have expected this from you. Your mother has been telling me for years that I would have to deal with you becoming a woman in your own right, but I didn't think it would involve sh-" Trump suddenly trailing off as he noticed the headless body of Soros on the other side of the room. "Hol-lee-sheeyit. Is that who I think it is?" "Oh, that's just George Soros, daddy. I had him killed. He was a worthless cunt." Ivanka smiled. "You did WHAT?" Trump shouted. "I told you to get rid of him! To get him out of the country!" "But daddy, he was trying to KILL YOU!" Ivanka started tearing up, not understanding her dad's anger at disposing of his arch nemesis. "Well, thanks for that, you stupid bitch! Now you've fucked up everything. If I get rid of him, Russia gets rid of me, if you get rid of him Russia gets rid of you. I hope you're happy." He stormed out of the room, not before taking a moment to glance down at the body of his former enemy. He wondered if he knew his daughter saw the hidden pleasure in his eyes as he stepped out of the secretive suite. "Daddy, wait!" Ivanka shouted as she moved to follow him out into the corridor. "You can't leave me!" She shouted as she slipped and fell on Soros' blood. "Come back! PLEASE!" She shouted, but her father was already out of earshot. She looked up at the ceiling, tears welling up in her eyes. "Daddy, please!" Ivanka wailed as tears poured forth from her eyes. Suddenly the door opened and Putin stormed in. "What is going on here?" He demanded. He took in the sight of Trump's daughter staring in horror at her own crime, her bare feet and legs covered in blood. She was still in her white and gold lingerie, and he took a moment to admire her body, voluptuous and perfect. Putin took a few confident strides towards Ivanka, lying on the floor in a puddle of the former zionist merchant of terror's blood. "I would never have imagined that you, Miss Trump, would commit such a crime. And here, in the Oval Office, no less." He paused, looking down at the crying woman, still lying in the blood of the man who had been one of his biggest rivals in the fight against the global homo agenda. He wasn't sure if he should be aroused or disgusted, taking in the contrast of the beautiful woman on the floor in front of him and the room spattered and smeared with blood and feces. "So, tell me, my dear, why did you do it?" Ivanka looked up at him, her eyes still watering. "He tried to kill my father. He tried to kill both of us. I had to get rid of him. He was trying to kill America." "You did the right thing. But there are always political ramifications, my dear. The zionist merchants of death and propaganda are fierce enemies and I expect their efforts against me to double, now that you've eliminated their primary weapon of fear. But I've faced worse." He reached down and picked up Ivanka, helping her to her feet. He cupped her chin in his hand, turning her face downwards so she could look him directly in the eyes. "You've done a great thing today, Ivanka." His eyes hungrily took her in, allowing them to travel down the length of her curves, from her delicate neck to her ample breasts, down to her hips and long, long legs. The gentle caress of his hands on her skin was tantalizing, his rough touch teasing her nipples. "And I think you deserve a reward." He reached a hand underneath the back of her thong and slid a knife that had been hidden under his sleeve, in one fluid motion severing the fabric of her panties, his hand flicking upward to do the same with her top, both falling to her feet, leaving her bare and exposed. Putin's hands pressed down on her shoulders, keeping Ivanka in place, bent backward over the desk. "You've been a good girl, Ivanka... But I want you to make a choice." His hand slid from her shoulder up to her neck, reaching behind her to grab a fistful of her hair. He brought his lips near hers, then stopped and sniffed a few times. "Is that shit that I smell?" His eyes narrowing, he continued "You have been defiling this office with your depravity, haven't you?" He slid a hand underneath her aching pussy, a small grin on his lips as he ran a finger through the thick, chunky cum that was smeared on her thigh, then brought it to his eyes and smelled it, savoring its scent. Ivanka just nodded, her eyes closed, her face struggling to turn away from his, his hand still holding a fistful of her hair. "I think you know what you have to do" Putin said as he pulled her downward, forcing her to her knees. "Now open your mouth." As soon as Ivanka's lips parted, Putin thrust his hardening cock deep inside her mouth, his hand moving from her hair to hold her head tightly by the jaw, pressing her face against his body. He could feel the warm, moist walls of her mouth sliding up and down his throbbing cock. He could tell she wasn't fully enjoying it, but he didn't really care. It was all part of the arrangement. He was the true master of the deal. He was the one in control. "Now be a good girl and suck, Ivanka. Let's show the Zionist merchants of death how strong we are." His hips begin to pump faster, his slick cock sliding in and out of her slick, hot mouth. He could feel her spit sliding down his balls as she struggled to take it all, his cock fucking her face harder and harder, her eyes watering as she struggled to control her gag reflex, suddenly remembering times from earlier in her childhood, when her father had made her service men like Jeffery Epstein. "I knew you were a good girl the moment I saw you, Ivanka." Putin's hand slides back down to her throat, choking her. "And now I think it's time for you to go home, dear. Your ride is waiting outside." Putin came hard against the back of her throat. He could feel her body shudder involuntarily in pleasure at his release, load after load pumping down her convulsing throat, her lips forced wide open around his cock, her eyes filled with tears. When he was finished, he pulled out slowly, then zipped up his pants, leaving Ivanka sitting on the floor, her knees spread, her hands between her legs, holding her pussy open wide, letting the cum she couldn't swallow drip down her thighs. "It's time I go from here, Ivanka. You've been good to me as usual." Putin took a moment to admire her beauty, even if it was tainted from so much blood, cum and shit. He took a piece of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I'll see you soon, Ivanka. You can count on it." Each word felt like a promise of more pussy, more cum, more of everything she could ever want. She had been a good girl, and good girls get rewards from their masters. As Putin left the room Ivanka felt something cool on her left nipple and looked down to see a coagulating glob of Putin's cum slowly dripping down to her hard nipple. She scooped it up with a finger and greedily stared at it as she slid her finger inside her mouth and tasted it, the delicious, salty taste filling her with a familiar warmth. She didn't like to let Putin know she enjoyed their encounters - it was part of her ploy over him, her own way of exerting power and control. Let him believe the act, grinning at the thought of deceiving the former KGB agent in such a way. A few minutes later Ivanka's phone rang and she got up and hit the button to answer. "Yes," she said calmly. "Mr. Kushner has been stabbed by an assassin in the Oval Office," an unnamed, female voice announced. "You should pay your respects, it will be expected." Ivanka did not bother responding, instead ending the call. Her lips lifted into a slight smile. Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all. The grin quickly faded as she remembered the events of the past few minutes. Her father had been almost killed, and the danger was still lurking. She realized that this would be a long, long night. Later that evening Trump addressed the union, decrying the events that led to chaos, death and destruction. He implored the nation to reconsider immigration, to stand up for their country, to be the voice of the people. His speech was interrupted with jeers, screams of "Liar" and "Fake News", but through it all he kept his cool, he kept on parroting the same statements of power, of strength, of unity. These stupid people, he thought, so eager to let their country fall to waste. He knew of the forces at work to bring the country to it's knees, the most dangerous being the CCP. He felt he had to appease Israel even though he secretly hated doing so. The next day, Trump was shaken awake by Ivanka's voice. She was standing over him, dressed in black, her hair flowing behind her, holding an extra robe. "We need to get to the airport," she said, kneeling down to pull the covers off of him. Trump stared for a moment at her beauty as she pulled the covers from his body. Looking down she saw the familiar sight of an erect cock, and with a teasing grin she looked into his eyes as she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a few strokes, then stood up and let the covers fall from her body as she walked over to the bathroom. "There's a car, come on!" she yelled. Trump couldn't help but want his daughter's hands back on his cock - nothing in his world felt as good as his little girl holding the creator of her whole being in her soft hands. "Ivanka, maybe you should shut the door. I think we have some time for a little, uhhh... I don't know. You know..." "Oh Daddy, you are so silly," she laughed. "We don't have time. The car will be here in a few minutes." She winked at him, then looked down at the floor, blushing. Trump felt his own cheeks go flush as he stood up and slid the robe nearby. "I'm going to make you finish what you started" Trump told her with a wink. "Oh Daddy, I'm so embarrassed" she said, looking away. "I don't even know why I kept doing it. I don't know what came over me." Trump walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Ivanka, you know I love you, right? You know I love to show you how much I love you?" he told her as he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Ivanka gently pushed him away "We REALLY need to get to the airport!" "I fly air force one, baby, and it operates on my schedule" Trump stated with a smug expression. "But I agree, it's always presidential to be punctual. How's my hair?" he asked as he shaped his golden fan to the side of his scalp. "Daddy, you are so silly" she laughed. "You always know how to make me laugh" she said as she walked up to him and gently put her arms around his neck. "I love you, Daddy" she said, looking up into his eyes. Trump put his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply, pulling her close and tight. "Lets go baby" he whispered into her ear as they exited the room to the waiting car, secret service blending into the crowd nearby, one of the agents holding the limo door open for them. "Putin warned me there might be a backlash for the killing of Soros" Ivanka said to her father. "He said the Zionist machine is a powerful one, and we will have moved powerful people against us." "Why do you listen to that liar?" Trump asked, his face showing his anger. "Do you think I'm a puppet for him?" "No, Daddy, I know you listen to your own counsel. You listen to your heart." Ivanka's eyes were full of love and admiration as she laid her head in her daddy's lap as she had done so many times throughout the years. It always brought a comfortable and warm feeling to her heart when she had her head in daddy's lap. Trump stroked his daughters soft silky hair and he looked down lovingly on his creation. "You're right, I do listen to my heart. And my heart tells me you're always right. You're the only one I trust in the whole world, baby" Trump said to her. "Daddy, that makes me so happy" Ivanka said. "I love you so much. You always know how to make me feel like your little girl." She could feel something move in his pants near her cheek. "Oh Daddy, I can feel how much you love me" Ivanka said. Trump looked down and saw that his daughter's cheeks had turned a crimson red. "Oh, I'm sorry Ivanka" he said, trying to push her head up from his lap. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." "No daddy, it's ok. I really want to show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me." She brought a hand up to caress his cock that lay under his pants, feeling it growing larger under her tender touch. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time" she said as she began undressing her daddy, exposing his hardening cock. As she pulled his pants down, she saw the bulge in his red silk boxers, and she gently pulled them down as well, exposing her daddy's fully erect member, seeing it twitch in anticipation. She glanced over at one of the secret service agents nearby. She couldn't tell how much he would see with those stupid sunglasses they always wore, but he wasn't looking their direction at least. She brought her tongue down to tickle the tip of her father's cock, tasting the dribble of precum that had accumulated during her teasing. She couldn't help but smile, and she brought her tongue back down to the tip and licked the head, tasting more precum. She felt her panties getting damp as she excitedly took her daddy into her mouth. Trump looked over and saw the secret service agent, and he looked down at Ivanka, "Don't worry, Mr. Jones and I have an understanding, he knows how to keep quiet" Trump said as he gently pushed her mouth down on his cock, forcing her to take all of him in. Ivanka thought she would cum right then and there, the sensation of the thick head of her daddy's cock pressing down on her tongue was overwhelming. She quickly became wetter, allowing her daddy to slide more easily into her mouth. Ivanka began to moan, allowing her daddy to hear how much she was enjoying his cock, working it with her hand while she stroked up and down, faster and faster, sucking hard on the tip of his thick cock, feeling his body shudder slightly. She slipped a hand down under her skirt, rubbing her clit through her sopping went panties as she continued to suck on her daddy's cock. She could feel a familiar tingling in her pussy, and she knew she would be cumming soon. Her daddy's cock was so huge, it filled her mouth completely, tickling the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down, her tongue flicking back and forth over the tip like he taught her to do when she was still a little girl. "I love being your naughty little girl, daddy" Ivanka said after coming up from his cock, her eyes begging for his love and acceptance. "I love being your little slut." Trump pulled her up from his lap and kissed her deeply, feeling her tongue slide against his. "I love you too, Ivanka" he said as he pushed her skirt up and slid his fingers under her panties, sliding them in between her lips and touching the wetness that had gathered between her legs. He cupped his hand under Ivanka's dripping cunt, sliding two fingers inside and pulling her onto his lap, his other hand stroking his cock, feeling close to bursting but wanting to prolong the moment. Ivanka pushed her pussy against her daddy's hand, grinding against him while she stroked his cock with her free hand. Trump pushed her back and turned her around, exposing her tight little ass and pussy. He spread her cheeks and rubbed her pussy with his thumb, then slid his thumb into her tight little asshole. "God I love your butt, honey. I love your ass so much. Your ass is the best, the best ever. It's a Trump ass." He worked his thumb deep in her ass as he slid his cock into her dripping pussy, making her moan with pleasure, and started to pump her hard, his balls swinging low under her dripping cunt. "I want you to cum all over your daddy's cock, baby. I want you to cum while I suck your thumb." Ivanka could feel the pressure starting to build, and she let her daddy's thumb slide deeper into her ass , her asshole squeezing it hard, then pushing it out as she reached back for his hand, helping him to guide it to her sexy lips, letting her taste her ass while he continued to pound harder and deeper. "You're amazing, you know that?" Trump told his daughter. "You're a fucking goddess, a fucking goddess of a daughter. Your ass is the best, it's the best ass in the whole world." Ivanka could feel her pussy starting to cum, her daddy's cock pounding her hard, his thumb deep in her ass again. She heard him spit into his hand and knew what was next as he worked a few fingers in her eager butthole. She arched her back more, putting her head down load like she knew he liked, pushing her ass up for him. He started to play with her clit, feeling it throbbing in anticipation of another orgasm. She was rubbing her ass against his cock, trying to push it deeper into her, but her daddy knew that that would be his only orgasm. He took his fingers out of her ass and she felt him put them in her mouth while he slid his cock into her aching asshole. She hungrily sucked the taste of her ass off his fingers as he filled her up, his cock fucking her ass harder than she had felt in years. She greedily pumped her hips backwards, forcing her ass to take all of his dick deep "That was so good, daddy" "Clean it for me good, baby. You know I like to be clean." Ivanka licked her dirty ass off his dick, her ass juices mixed with his cum. The taste of her filth made her even wetter, and she could feel her pussy throbbing, begging to be filled. Her daddy stood up, putting his cock back in his pants, and turned her around to face him. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, kissing her deeply. "You're my dirty little cunt, you know that?" She kissed him back, his hand moving down to her wet pussy to tease her more. Trump glanced over to the secret service agent - "Jones, how would you like to have a little fun?" The man had obviously tried to be discrete but the bulge in his pants was obvious as he stood at attention. "Mr. President, are you sure? I'm on duty..." "I'll tell you what, Jones, you can have my daughter's pussy if you give me your gun." "What?! Are you serious?" Jones had never thought about doing anything like this before, but the thought of fucking Trump's daughter was too much for him. "I'm dead serious. Give me your piece and you can have her piece." Trump didn't wait for an answer, taking several strides over to the speechless secret service agent, and removing the glock he knew he had in his holster. "Now get over there and serve your country, son." "But what about...the..." "Oh, don't worry about me. I'll just watch." Trump smiled, waving his daughter over. "Come here, Ivanka. Show the nice man what he's gotten himself into." Ivanka looked at her daddy, then walked over to Jones seductively. "So you want to fuck me? I've seen you looking at me. I can tell, even with those stupid glasses on" she teased as she reached up to remove his government issue Ray-bans. As she revealed his eyes, she could sense his nervousness as she kneeled in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. "What do you want me to do with this big cock, Jones?" She asked as she stroked it up and down, feeling it grow even harder in her hands. Ivanka could feel his cock pulse as she wrapped her hands around it, squeezing hard. "Do you like it rough? I do..." Ivanka gripped his cock harder, watching the tip turn purple as he struggled to keep his composure. "I know what you want me to do with this big cock, don't I?" "Yes ma'am you do." "I'll make you cum, you know I will. But first, I want you to eat my pussy, and I want you to make me cum." Ivanka stood up and suddenly brought her knee into the mans groin, causing him to double over in pain. "Hnnnggnn..." Jones whimpered as he dropped to his knees, the pain obviously excruciating. He bent over, his hands on his knees as he tried to recover. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jones. I didn't mean to hurt you. Actually, that's a lie. It's a bit of a hobby of mine. Does that surprise you, mr tough man?" Ivanka knew that she had him right where she wanted him. "Mnmmnnggnnn..." Jones tried to respond, but was still doubled over in pain. "Let me help you." Ivanka smiled as she kicked him in the balls, and then on the back of his head. Jones seemed completely at a loss as to how to respond with the president's daughter laying into him. Every part of his training told him to fight back... but the president's daughter! With him watching! His mind clouded over with anxiety and fear as he tried to recover from the beating Ivanka was giving him. "You like rough? I like rough." Ivanka grabbed Jones by the hair and dragged him over to the couch, and tossed him down. "You're not going to be able to give me your cock, are you?" "No ma'am, I'm sorry. I..." "You pathetic little bitch" she chided, slapping him hard across the face and shoving him down, lifting a knee over his face before he could move, she sat her pussy on his face, covering his mouth she reached down and pinched his nose shut. "You don't want to make me and my daddy mad, do you? If you play nice you just might keep your job when this is over." She slid her pussy back and forth over his mouth, feeling him struggle for air as she gripped his nostrils tight. "You're not afraid of me are you?" Jones shook his head no, and she released his nose. "Good boy. Now eat my pussy." Ivanka smacked him hard across the face, and he brought his hands up to her ass, pulling her pussy into his mouth. She started bouncing up and down on his face, gripping his hair on either side of his head as she fucked his face with her cunt. Ivanka could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, it wasn't long before she could feel her orgasm building. "Oh, daddy..." Ivanka moaned, looking back at her father. Trump was stroking his cock, sitting in the chair watching the show. She started to bounce faster, fucking his face and feeling her pussy start to convulse, squirting a torrent of pussy juice and piss just as the jet hit a hard pocket of turbulence, causing her to cum harder than she anticipated. Trump looked over in surprise, he hadn't seen her so wet before. Her pussy juice was running down her legs as she continued to bounce on the secret service agent's face, feeling her pussy convulse over and over as she grinded her cunt into his mouth. "You like that, you dirty slave? I wanted you to drink that pussy juice and don't spill a drop" she commanded and she saw him nod dumbly. She felt like she could feed him more piss so she pushed hard, forcing a solid stream of her piss into his open mouth, hearing him struggle to swallow and breath at the same time. She felt behind her to see if he was hard and wasn't disappointed - the little bitch is actually enjoying this, she thought to herself. She wasn't sure she wanted to allow him to have any pleasure just yet. She wanted to see him suffer a little more. Trump watched the show, stroking his cock harder and faster. Ivanka looked so hot with her pussy juice and piss running down her thighs and her face flushed with lust. Ivanka planted her knee beside his chest and pulled him roughly to the floor then reached over to her handbag to get what she needed next. Jones had his eyes closed as he was still reeling from tasting what seemed like a gallon of piss for the first time in his life when he felt the cold steel of the cuffs clasp down on his right wrist, then looked up to see her clamp the other end to the leg of a seat that was bolted into the floor. "Sorry, you won't be going anywhere for a while" she teased. Ivanka moved to the other side and cuffed his left wrist to another leg of another seat, and then spread his legs wide, and zip tied his ankles to the legs of a nearby table. "Oh, you don't like this? Is this not what you had in mind when you decided to try and fuck me?" Ivanka teased, kneeling over him, her hand sliding over his pants, feeling his excitement as she brought her tits up to his face, not quite letting his mouth reach. She reached down and gripped his balls hard and heard him groan as she squeezed, closely watching his expression change from excitement to terror as she crushed his balls in her hand. "I work out, can you tell?" Ivanka loved taunting men like this. She loved having all the power and control. "I'm a lot stronger than I look, aren't I?" Jones nodded, but she wasn't convinced. "Maybe I should show daddy how strong I am. What do you think? Should I show daddy how strong I am?" Ivanka squeezed even harder and Jones screamed out to stop - she reached out in response and slapped him hard with her other hand, then gripped his throat as she continued her ball-breaking squeeze. "You're not in control here, Jones. I am. You understand that?" Jones nodded again, this time more convincingly, and she released her grip on his balls. Ivanka released her grip on his throat and his breathing was quick and labored, but he seemed to be ok. She stood over him. "What to do, what to do." She glanced over and saw her dad was still rock hard and obviously into what he was seeing. "You're doing great sweety, you really are." Ivanka reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. "Daddy, you should see how hard he is." Trump looked over and saw the man's cock was rock hard. "I bet he wants to fuck you, doesn't he?" "Yes, daddy, I think he does. But should I let him?" She let go of his cock and brought one of her high heels to rest over it and saw the fear in his eyes. "Scared, aren't we? I think you're starting to get soft. Such a shame." She leaned down on her foot, digging her Gucci high heel into his balls. Jones started to cry as he completely lost his boner. "Why are you doing this?!" Jones cried out, losing his soldierly composure. "Because I can." Ivanka grinned. "And daddy likes it." Ivanka stood up and looked over at her father, who was stroking his cock furiously, "Daddy, I think he wants to fuck me. Should I let him?" Trump looked over and saw the man's cock wasn't hard. "I'm not sure he's man enough for you. Not like I am." An idea struck Ivanka as she lowered herself back over his face, her head towards his groin, her knees pinning his arms down. "Daddy, why don't you come behind me and show him how a real man fucks me." Apparently Trump knew what she had in mind because he was already kneeling into position behind her. Ivanka looked into Jones' eyes as Trump started rubbing the head of his cock against her asshole. "You'll love this. My daddy's cock is so big. I love it when he fucks me in the ass. You should try it - it really is fun." Trump was working the tip of his dick in her butt, loosened up a bit from getting fucked hard earlier. "Are you juices making you wet enough in your tasty little ass baby?" "Yes daddy, I want it to hurt a little." She groaned as Trump drove it hard in her ass - she wasn't ready for the stab of pain that came without having any lube in her ass, but she wasn't about to appear weak in front of her victim, so she kept a poker face and forced herself to relax as Trump pounded away at her ass, his hands on her hips, pulling her back hard with each thrust, his balls dangling over Jones' face. "How's the view down there, fucko?" Trump laughed as he kept drilling away at his daughters asshole. He could see a thick brown build up around the base of his cock as he pounded her, feeling it grow wetter and slicker with each thrust. "Looks like she has some dessert for you if you're lucky" Trump chided. Ivanka looked down and saw the thick brown goo coming out of her ass and she couldn't help but get excited just thinking of what her father was doing to her. Trump was really getting into fucking his daughter's ass - not just because it was forbidden, but because she was just so damned horny. He had always had a high sex drive and his daughters constant presence was partially to blame for this. He fucked her ass harder and harder, her slick shit starting to drop into Jones' face as he tried unsuccessfully to move out of the way of each dripping of her dirty ass. "You like that? You like that you little bitch?" Ivanka saw Jones nodding, and it turned her on even more. "C'mon daddy, fuck me hard, fuck my ass hard" she cooed. "You like that, you little fucker?" Trump chided, slapping her smooth ass cheek, leaving red welts as he beat her ass hard, over and over again, each hard slap resonating throughout the small cabin as Ivanka screamed out from her furious anal stretching. "I'm so close to cumming in your dirty hole again, my sexy little girl" Trump groaned as he kept pounding away at her ass, harder and harder with each thrust. "Oh daddy, I want you to cum in my dirty asshole. Cum in my ass daddy" she screamed, the pain not seeming to matter as much as the incestuous taboo of it all. Trump spasmed hard as he unloaded in her ass, his cock now fully covered in her shit, watching it splatter down onto Jones' face, who had stopped trying to move out of the way, seemingly resigned to his fate. Trump's thrusts steadily slowed as he emptied the last of his load into Ivanka's asshole, his cock now coated in a thick brown substance that was half shit, half cum. He smirked down at Jones and then began to pull out, his cock coming out of her ass, the shit plopping onto Jones' face. "You don't know how lucky you are Jones. My daughter has the best ass and her shit is world famous. There are men who pay for this!" he gloated as he reminisced about his old friend Jeff Epstein. Trump started to wipe his cock on his daughters smooth ass when Ivanka suddenly turned around and iced the game. She grabbed the shit covered cock and began to lick it clean, her tongue cleaning off her own shit off her father's cock. "You like that, don't you?" Ivanka cooed, her voice dripping with sex. She sucked and slurped his filthy cock, licking and swallowing it all, glancing down at Jones and watching his eyes wide in astonishment. "What, are you surprised I'm a filthy whore for daddy?" Trump groaned as Ivanka sucked the last of his cum off his cock, licking her lips, her hands on her knees, her legs spread wide for Jones to see. "That's a good little girl, now where were we? Oh yes, why don't you clean this up for me like a good little slave" Ivanka said as she got to her feet and kicked off her heels so she could squat nice and low. Playing with her pussy she lowered her asshole to his face, still slightly gaping wide, absolutely covered in her wet shit. "Lick it clean, slave. Lick my dirty hole clean." Jones was hesitant at first, but Ivanka forced his head towards her ass, shoving her shit covered asshole into his mouth, forcing him to take a couple of her fingers into his mouth. "Good boy, that's right. Lets see how much you can handle." She started to push out the two presidential loads from her loose hole into Jones mouth, pushing hard, wanting to test his limits as she emptied everything she had into his mouth. He started to desperately struggle against her as she bore down on him, emptying her ass. "Daddy why don't you give me his gun." Trump tossed the piece her way and she caught it mid air, finger on the trigger, pulling back the slide and bringing it down to the side of his head. "Don't struggle now, we don't want an accident to happen!" Ivanka started to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, watching the poor secret service agent struggle to finish swallowing her shit and her daddy's cum. "What a mess you've made," Ivanka cooed. "I bet you're in a lot of trouble for this." "Please, I'll do anything" Jones pleaded. "Oh, we're going to do anything you want, but not quite yet" Ivanka laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder, using one hand to rub her clit while the other continued to push the barrel of the gun against Jones' temple. She reached down to gather up some of her filth and rubbed it all over her pussy before sliding it over Jones' face, burying his nose in her filthy cunt. "You like that?" Ivanka said, laughing cruelly. "You like that shit on your face?" Just then they hit a pocket of turbulence, causing them all to jerk up and down. The gun rang out in the small cabin and Ivanka slowly looked down to the dead stare of Jones looking questioningly up at her. Ivanka looked over at her father, who looked horrified at what had just happened. Trump looked at Ivanka, who looked back at him, no emotion on her face. "Did I just do that?" She asked, looking back down at Jones' body. "Yes it appears you did," Trump said, "This is a real fucking mess. What the fuck did you just do?" He asked, shocked. "I just shot a man in cold blood," Ivanka said, glancing over at her father, "and I liked it." Trump looked down at the body, laying in a growing pool of blood. "I think I can deal with this, we can find a way to explain it. Here, give me the gun." "No" she said. "Let me do this" she told him as she continued to ride the dead man's face with her pussy, grinding faster and faster, feeling an excitement she had never known before. The thought of forcing a man who she had just killed to give her an orgasm pushed her over the edge as she came hard, her legs gripping his head tightly, his glazed deadpan glare staring into nothingness as she squirted all over his face. "That's my good girl. Now let's get to work." Trump said. "We need to make this look like an accident. We can't have the world know I had this happen." "I know daddy, I know" Ivanka said, her voice dripping with arousal. Ivanka got to her feet and realized her ass was still covered in shit and decided to go clean up in the presidential bathroom. As she headed towards the rear a voice came over the intercom "Mr. President, something is wrong. We have lost contact with our air support and we have unknown, potentially hostile incoming on radar." "What do you mean, unknown incoming?" Trump asked. "Unknown aircraft sir." "Well what the fuck do they look like then?" Trump asked. "I don't know sir" the pilot replied. "They're just blips on the screen. We're not even in visual range, but I would prepare for the worst. Our comms are jammed and we've lost contact with our escort. I've never seen anything like this, sir." "Get this plane on the ground" Trump said. "Now, I don't care if you have to put us down on fucking empty land. Get us on the ground now." "Yes sir, we're working on it." "Ivanka!" Trump yelled. Ivanka came running into the cabin, still fixing her skirt and panties. "What's happening? I couldn't hear what the pilot was saying." "Apparently we are under some sort of attack, I'm not sure. I'm the president, I should know this shit." "Sir, I can't get the plane on the ground. They're jamming our comms and something seems seriously off about this." the pilot said. "What? No wait, aren't we still over US air space? What the fuck is going on!" Trump demanded. "Sir, I have visual - they're our own! But they won't respond to any comms, I have no idea what is happening sir. Should I continue to hail them?" "Yes get those bastards to respond somehow, I need to know what's happening" Trump bellowed at the pilot, his face growing red with anger. "Uhh sir they just hailed us." The pilot described what he thought he heard. "I think it's Arabic, sir?" "I know those words" Trump said. "It's not Arabic, it's Hebrew. It means 'By way of deception thou shalt do war.'" President Trump clenched his fists at his side. "Fucking Soros." The twin fighter jets fell back behind Air Force One. "Sir they are moving to a firing distance!" the pilot shouted over the comms as the planes dropped a few hundred feet behind the lumbering jet. "Daddy is this really happening?" Ivanka sounded on the verge of panic. "I'm not sure, but it's time to find out." Trump said as he moved to activate his nano-carbon mech suit. As he was reaching for his watch, the lights in the cabin flickered and died. He glanced down at his watch and noticed the screen was glitching. "Son of a bitch, they must have hit us with an EMP. We're supposed to be hardened against that!" "Who the hell is doing this?" Ivanka asked. "Soros, it has to be." Trump said as he struggled to get his suit operating. Without the power he couldn't activate his suit. He struggled desperately to get the thing to work. "Daddy, I'm scared." "It's ok sweetie, I'll protect you. Come here and give me a hug." Ivanka moved to embrace her father when they heard the first slugs start thudding into the armored jet. "I'm not sure we can take many of these rounds. Sounds like I really pissed some of those zionist fucks off, huh?" He stared into his daughters eyes, his love for her suddenly overwhelming. "I'll never let you go, my lovely little girl." he said as he kissed her on the lips, feeling her body sink into his. "I love you more than anything in the world." Ivanka smiled, reached up and grabbed her father's face, and kissed him on the lips. "I love you too daddy" she said as he pulled her close, 50 caliber slugs slamming into the frame of the jet in quick succession, the fuselage violently shaking. They looked out of the window and saw an engine explode on the wing. "Oh my god." Ivanka said, her eyes wide. "It's ok baby, we'll be fine. We can make it." "Daddy we're going down!" "We'll make it baby, we'll make it." Trump said as he looked down at his daughter and saw the tears flowing freely now. "We're going home, baby." Round after round slammed into the jet until it suddenly exploded into a massive burst of flames. *** "Sir, we have confirmation of the president and his daughter. They are presumed dead." "Thank you general." Mark Zuckerberg said as he ended the call. He knew exactly how to shape this narrative. He already had his swarms of Facebook bots creating thousands of groups, spinning conspiracy theories laced with racism so the truth would be too tainted to ever be grasped. He dialed up Bill Gates. "Bill, I need you to get on the news, it's time for you to go to work." "Yes sir" Bill said, his voice distant and detached. "I'll get right on it." Mark stared ahead at the wall of his office blankly as he said "Engaging sleep mode." His eyes stared into empty space, his body remaining motionless. *** The next day the new was abuzz with the endless reports of what had happened to the president. So far Russia was being blamed for the attack, but no one could find where they had launched an attack from. Bill Gates appeared on CNN, taking a break from being the primary spokesperson for covid vaccines to weigh in on what he thought happened to Air Force One. "We have good intel that Russia was behind this attack, and Putin's fingerprints are all over this thing. We have a huge trail of electronic evidence pointing in that direction, but we need to corroborate our intel with various agencies." "You mean you don't have any proof at all?" Jake Tapper of CNN asked. "Not at this time, but as soon as we do, we'll be releasing it. I just wanted the American people to know that we're investigating this as if it were an act of war. We are immediately imposing sanctions on Russia and banning all travel to and from Russia and nations allied with our enemies." The stage was set for the great reset. With the world reeling from covid - more so from the reactionary forces than the virus itself - this could be the event that plunges the world into total chaos. *** Putin watched the CNN report from one of his yachts in Lake Chany in southern Russia. He was impressed with the Zionists ability to maneuver their pieces on the board quickly. He of course knew Russia wasn't behind the attacks, but who would listen? He could influence the media in his home country, but elsewhere? Not so much. Different forces dominated there, and they tended to be very pro-Israeli. Putin snorted at the thought. He had no love for the Jewish people, but he did respect their cunning and intelligence. He was certain they had something to do with the attacks, but even if he could prove it, their web of lies would endlessly entangle the truth. Knowing that presenting information to prove the innocence of Russia would be a fruitless endeavor, he was content to let the Zionists and the US tear each other apart in their shadow war. He knew it was only a matter of time before America collapsed. It was a sick nation, and the tick had become larger than the dog it fed from. Putin had no illusions of his own power. He knew he was just a cog in an unstoppable greater machine, a cog that needed to be kept clean and oiled. He knew that the end goal of the Zionist Jew was world domination. They had already conquered Europe, and now were working on the US. Their influence had always been substantial, but big tech had accelerated the demise of America faster than anyone had expected to happen. Suddenly his autocratic style of rule was looking like the right move all along. The US had lost its way, and the zionist Jew was the guiding force behind it. Putin knew he was just another pawn in The Grand Game. 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The doors to the room were adorned with the Facebook logo and the words, "Project: Budapest". The two men walked into a dark and cavernous room filled with thousands of tubes and cables trailing from the sides of the room towards the center. As they came to the center of the room, both men looked with awe upon their creation. "It's beautiful." Gates said with reverence. "Yes, I believe it is adequate" Zuckerberg sputtered, a bead of sweat running down his brow. On a table, the head of George Soros floated in a large clear tube of pink liquid with hundreds of thin wires and tubes running from his head into the top and bottom of the pod. The room was filled with the sound the steady hum of machinery. His eyes were closed. "He looks like he's sleeping." Gates remarked. "He is." Zuckerberg responded. George Soros opened his eyes. His modulated voice, carried from the electrodes in his brain to a vocal synthesizer, came to life. "Assemble the others. The time of the great reset has come." 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Listen I’ve been trying to write this fucking thing for like a month I’m just done with it now on every conceivable level of the term. Shout out to this songtrack for finally helping me finish this thing Summary: Things get a little more feels-y when Reid and Cleo have to subdue an unsub on Cleo’s hometurf of Connecticut.

Warnings: Gun violence, bruising mention, discussions about the aftermath of losing a love one, death

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”

― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

 “Are these movies ever going to explain why these people only seem interested in murder on the night of the purge?”

Rolling her eyes at another scene in the movie, Cleo popped some popcorn into her mouth and settled back into the couch. She turned to look at Reid, who seemed equally confused at the movie. Truth be told; she was happy that she convinced him to have a movie night with her, even if most of the night was spend critiquing the movies for their decisions.

“I find it hard to believe that having a Purge somehow ensures that people reign themselves in for the rest of the year. They don’t take spree killers or escalation into mind; that just doesn’t go away because these people get a wild card once a year.”

“I’d go for the “get out of jail free” card but I suppose you play poker more than you do monopoly.”

Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at that, shaking his head as he turned back to the movie. It felt good to be out of his own home but not necessarily dragged away to some public location; he was grateful Cleo seemed to understand that better than anyone else. Probably because she was just as introverted as him.

“I mean really; no theft, no looting, no fraud… it’s like the entire white collar division of the FBI is obsolete in this world. Nor are these murderers as diverse as they are in our job so I guess in this world the BAU could do their job with like, two people at most?”

“Considering crime is at an all-time low throughout the rest of the year these people don’t even really have a need for a lot of first aid responders. Just a couple for accidental injuries and the like.”

They commented on a few other scenes, joking and laughing among themselves before the movie ended and Cleo went to pop in another movie in the dvd player. She sat back down on the couch as Reid was staring at a wall, thinking to himself.

How much time?

Recalling the conversations he had had with both Hotch and Rossi, Spencer let out a sigh. Neither of them had really given him a satisfying answer, and he turned to look at Cleo who was messing with some settings of both the dvd and the tv.

Was it weird that she was really the only one he had let in throughout the whole ordeal? Logically he would’ve turned to JJ or Morgan, but nothing about the situation was logical. It was all raw emotion; and he had never been good at dealing with that. Cleo on the other hand had had her fair share of it. Was that why she seemed to be the exception to the rule?

“Cleo? When did the death of your uncle stop hurting?”

Silence brewed between them as Cleo thought about how she could best explain the situation, moving back to the couch as she did. Death and grief would always be a difficult subject, and Cleo more often than not didn’t like to bring up her uncle’s death. But then again, Spencer was looking for her advice, wasn’t he?

“It didn’t. Memories like these don’t just stop hurting, Spencer. I wish I could give you some definitive timeline of when things faded and became more… tolerable, I guess, but it never really goes away. I don’t really know when it became more bearable to be without him; I still miss my uncle. His death definitely left its scars, but it’s the missing that hurts the most. It’s almost like a bad, permanent bruise. Something hurt you enough to leave a mark; it doesn’t hurt all of the time, but then you move wrong, press or brush against it and it hurts again.” “So losing Maeve is always going to hurt?”

“I’m afraid so. To some degree.”

They sat there silently, with Spencer looking back at the wall and Cleo studying her nails; the movie long forgotten and unimportant as it only functioned as background noise. Yet in this silence they almost seemed to agree on something, something unspoken but very real. Being in law enforcement, FBI no less… Both of them had seen enough to fill horror movies and educational books. Each and every one they considered colleagues could, too.

“I…. I don’t know about you, but it’s part of the reason I wanted to be in law enforcement. Not with the idea to take away pain, we… we generally arrive too late for that. The pain has already been inflicted when we get called in,” Cleo said softly, breaking the silence.

“But… I always wanted to have that pain not be worthless, or unsolved. Justice doesn’t bring people back, and I don’t know how much it truly helps those who have lost someone in such violence. To me, Justice is about having that pain acknowledged. It’s having other people look in and say; this shouldn’t have happened, but it did, so we’re punishing the one responsible.

It doesn’t.. fix anything. When a mirror breaks, you can put the pieces back together and forever be reminded of the cracks, or replace it. Things break, and they can be replaced. People can’t be replaced, so the only option is-“

“To be reminded of the cracks.”

Spencer turned to Cleo, giving her a careful and unconvincing smile as he did. She returned it, much in the same gesture, before they both turned to the tv screen.  

It was then that Cleo’s phone signaled that she had a text, not long after that Spencer’s phone announced the same. They both reached over the couch to grab it, quickly coming to the same conclusion.

“New case.” “Yup. Guess we have to catch people who would like the Purge to be an actual thing.”

Sometime later they arrived to the FBI building, calmly taking their place in the bulletin room where Garcia immediately explained what was going on.

Apparently six people had been found dead in Middletown, Connecticut; half of them gunned down while the other half was beaten to death. The victims were found in couples together spread throughout the city, and Garcia definitely didn’t want to look at the pictures as she made eye contact with Cleo. “Say, aren’t you from there?” “No, I’m not. I’m from Meriden,” Cleo said casually, frowning at the casefile on her iPad as she did. Rossi saw a perfect opportunity in this and took it;

“Well then, let’s bring the Nutmegger back to her natural habitat.” “Don’t make me fight you with an I heart NY shirt, because I will.”

 Once again they were reminded that there was no such thing as an easy case. Instead, Reid and Dewitt found themselves in a Mexican standoff with the unsub later in the investigation. Both of them had their gun pointed to this man, both trying to figure out a way to defuse the situation they had on their hand as the unsub was making wild allegations at the both of them.

“And how dare you betray your state and run off to Virginia, huh, miss perfect?!” the unsub roared at Cleo, only having gotten more agitated when he found out she would be on the case as well. They knew each other, vaguely, after having been to the same school but in different grades.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t get the memo where I should have been at your feet for doing the bare minimum,” Cleo casually remarked, moving closer to somehow try and distract the unsub from Reid; which he seemed to notice.

“Why the Las Vegas boy? What does he have that I don’t, aside from a gambling addiction?! I’m sick of girls like you protecting guys like him-“ “And I’m sick of guys like you shooting girls like me in the chest because our taste dares to be different from “explosive alpha male on steroids”!” Cleo barked back, getting fed up with the situation.

“I don’t owe you my life, my career, and I’m not going to back away from someone you decided to google and make the most basic assumptions on just because you want me to pick a man from my home state; Oh but not just any man, you, right? My preferences be damned on that!”

“Listen, this has to end now,” Reid chimed in, knowing fully well that Cleo was getting irritated.

“We’ve got the building surrounded, there is no way you can go. If you come with us quietly, however, the world will know what a hero you are. How undefeated you are, isn’t that what you want?”

Tension hung in the air as the unsub looked from one FBI agent to the other, before finally settling on Reid.

“Not from the likes of you, desert snake.”

Two shots rang out through the sky, alerting the troops outside to come rushing the door with Morgan in the lead; especially after Reid called for medical back up. He found them both sitting on the floor, the dead body of the unsub some feet away from the both of them.

He could only conclude that Reid had shot the unsub after Cleo blocked the path between the two and took a hit from the unsub’s gun into the protective padding of the bullet proof vest.

 Cleo sighed softly, overlooking the familiar landscape of her home state as she quietly sipped her tea, wincing a little as the bruise she gained from the whole thing chafed. So much for “bullet proof” vests, it much more felt like she’d taken the hit of a baseball bat to her ribcage.

She could hear someone approach, the door to the police station shutting and footsteps coming closer.

“You know, aside from getting shot, I don’t really understand why you didn’t want to come back here.” Spencer’s voice was as soft and gentle as it usually was, while he took a place beside his friend as he drank some of his coffee.

“The people are nice, the view is amazing…”

“I know,” Cleo agreed softly, her gaze seemingly a million miles away over the plains of the city.

“But I had to go. I wanted to be an FBI agent, and my uncle moved mountains to make that happen. After losing him, I couldn’t find the comfort I once did in my home state.”

She took another sip of her tea before pushing her hair behind her ear, needing a moment to gather her thoughts.

“I found family within the BAU, Reid. Connecticut is beautiful in its own right, and I’ll never deny the roots of my life that lay here. But I lost my mother when I was very young, I’ve never known my father, and when my uncle died…. There’s nothing left for me here, family wise.”

Spencer just looked on as Cleo finished her drink, momentarily debating whether or not he should give her physical comfort, but he decided against it as she tossed the empty, plastic cup into a nearby trashcan.

“I’ve been told Connecticut is beautiful in fall.” “It is.” “Will you show it to me, someday? I’ll give you Vegas in spring in return.”

She looked at him, a smile on her lips as she nodded in quiet agreement. In a second it dawned upon her; this being the perfect time and moment. The perfect opportunity. “Spencer… I-“ she stopped herself as she saw JJ approaching, quickly turning her gaze away as she fiddled with her hair.

“Just wanted to let you two know that we’re leaving in thirty minutes,” JJ announced, seemingly unaware to anything she may have interrupted as she was honestly just send to remind everybody of the time they had left to pack everything up and go home. She left her coworkers when they both nodded in understanding, waiting for her to go back inside.

“What did you want to say before we were interrupted?” “…. I look forward to having you as a tour guide through Vegas,” Cleo decided, internally kicking herself for not fessing up right there and then.

“Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.”

― Rudyard Kipling, The Collected Works

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