Cuban Singer Ovi Arrested, Video Shows Him Pointing Gun At Driver Charges Including Aggravated Assault With A Firearm, Improper Exhibition Of A Firearm, And Possession Of A Controlled Substance-Percocet – Judge Allows $6500 Bail And He's Allowed To Keep His Pistola– Miami Florida reporting
Ovi, whose real name is Ovidio Crespo-Retureta,
Giuseppe Benignini, was driving next to an iridescent McLaren that was being followed by a black Lamborghini SUV.
The McLaren suddenly changed lanes into Benignini's path, nearly hitting Benignini's vehicle.
Benignini honked his horn and that's when the driver of the McLaren pulled out a firearm and Benignini ducked, believing the driver was going to shoot him
Ovi was taken into custody Tuesday while driving a black Lamborghini Urus. He had a black Sig Sauer handgun in his waistband, the report said.
Authorities also found a backpack inside the Lamborghini containing two Percocet pills, the report said. A Taser found found on the SUV's floorboard and a passenger had a Taser in his waistband.
A judge set the gunman's bond at $6,500. Prosecutors sought to have him not allowed to use firearms, but his defense attorney argued he should still be allowed to possess them, and the judge agreed.
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Currently obsessed with creep ed and I've been obsessed with your blog for forever!!😋
Does creep ed show physical affection and how?
ohhhh anon wish you'd show your face so I can plant a big kiss on it... aww geez...
tw kidnapping, being bound, psychological trauma, edward's inherent C-PTSD, suggestive
He absolutely adores physical affection from one person and one person only.
You.
Even then, he's very sneaky and underhanded about it; it's very frightening to have the man who has imprisoned you lift you up and haul you into his lap for Crossword Time. It probably phased you something awful when he first nabbed you, but after the days have ticked into months, your resolve has worn from fur-thick to needle-thin - especially when you see how sad and lonely he is, how every non-hostile reaction he could have is some mental or physical portrayal of cowering in fear of being hit if it isn't a rhetorical battering ram. You may have sat their listlessly before or squirmed around, but now... you just keep guessing what word is next.
You can't tell if you're tricking yourself into thinking it's pleasant anymore or you're simply unwilling to imagine how insane you've become to enjoy spending time with your captor. Maybe you're sick... maybe you're sick, too.
This is The Riddler. What does that make you?
Anyways, one of his favored methods of sleeping when you are pliant and tolerant of him - or simply guilted by his lonesome sobbing - is with you nestled into his chest, his hands guiding themselves through your soothing locks well into the first pivots of dawn. You're like water, you know? You're so... clear, and tangible, bright and clean.
He makes sure you're clean.
He loves to brush your hair, to touch your eyebrows, to pet you and wash you and dry you and hold you. He is made content by you, whole in your arms, delivered from evil by your comforts. You are his creature comfort, you are what he dreams of coming home to whenever he is away.
In another universe, perhaps he is granted reprieve and you are domestic partners.
Edward projects a lot of his traumas onto yours, overlays them until the lines are blurry; he cares for you to stitch and sow your heart just right, though he must keep you bird-in-cage to stop them from tearing out.
You can never know the extent of this, for he fears that knowledge is power and power will be used to the exploits of your escape; it is all he knows. This city's sickening, endless underbelly is full of canary bones. To lose you would be to lose the vestiges of his sanity and his anchor to reality.
That would end his life.
You are linked now, woven like sweetgrass. There is no escape for you. You will be loved as you should have been, you will be wanted and cherished, and not a day will pass that you will go undesired. This is Edward's love; it is obsession, and need, and it is corrupted from a once-pure source long dead, awakened by you too late and without your input.
He is beyond saving, but you prolong him.
He hopes you forgive him.
He hopes he will be visible to you even when he is gone.
He often trades your touch for monetary wants. You want a certain food? You can trade in anything from a quick snuggle to hours of oddly sensual cuddling and the occasional sniff, arms and legs mixing into a pile of limbs.
Sometimes you're bound. That makes Edward flush a little when he holds you. That makes you flush a lot when you are held by him. His wind-up laughter will giggle delicately, feigning ignorance, pressing into you.
It's very hard to object when you're secretly flattered and mortified at your own reaction, and the person who is holding you has memorized your reactions before you were even relocated into his care. He's like a top private investigator, preying on you to pry into you. There is nothing your body warmth hides. He becomes very adventurous when you react like that, testing how far you'll let him roam. It's all wrapped up into a package not as shy as it should be, considering your power level in relation to his own, especially considering his status. The reality is that he has no ego of his own to bloviate, so you only need to worry about how far someone who perceives their actions as actions of service will go when your reactions are a gleaming green.
You cannot deny that you have never stopped him, and it has not been out of fear of any sort of consequence.
There is something so privately alluring about having the attentions of an invisible genius, someone who has delved twenty pages deep into your Google, someone who swiped all your history, who knows your passwords, who could single-handedly dominate the authorhood of a Wikipedia article about you...
You must be very careful, though, because letting him dig his roots into you will change the concept of your being entirely; letting him get too handsy will result in furthering his addiction and altering how he perceives your physical boundaries. You won't get a moment of peace, he's a physical learner. He'll keep wandering and wandering until you're situationshipping.
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