The once joyful event had turned into a crime scene, police cars everywhere and an ambulance with Nathan in it.Wailing sirens echoed through the whole street and passer by's had stopped to know what was going on.From loud joyful music to loud sirens and murmuring from the crowd.The party was immediately called off and everyone was sent home by the police officers. They all empathized with Nathan but it wasn't enough for him, all he needed at the moment was his wife.For the first time ever, his staffs saw him break down and burst into tears and they all felt bad for him."Mr Anakin, please this isn't necessary, I promise you that we are going to find her." A police officer said to Nathan."Are you gonna find her tonight? I want to see her now! Find her for me! Please…" he begged in his knees."I promise I will sir, is there anything you saw that might give us a lead?""I don't remember, all I remember is her eyes, the way she looked at me when they took her away… I could have done

Owen has nothing, he talks to his wife. He called his mother, they agree to beg Nathan and Doris. Incels, if women were robots then you could push their buttons and make them dispense sex in the way a coffee machine gives coffee. They aren't robots, or fem-iods, or foids, but people. Your hatred of women shows up in who you are, thus at an instinctive level, below the conscious brain, women will fear you. This fear is there to protect them from having sex with a man who does not love them. Women are people. Their "sex" is a form of bonding with the one they are in love with, male or female. People also tend to love a person who loves themselves, who is at ease with who they are. So maybe work on yourself? Build empathy instead of entitlement and hate? Personally, I only have sex with a guy when I love him. Not a robot.The "Incel" according to the Oxford Dick-tionary of "we know everything about you assholes who hide behind fake names and avatars," is short for "Incompetent Celibates

The door of the station pushed open and barging into the room was Evelyn with the other important women of Ettavile as her minions.Her heels made loud noises as she strolled confidently into the D.P.O's office."Ma'am you can't go in there." A police officer stopped her."My daughter has been kidnapped and I know who did it so move!" She yelled at him, pushing him away from the entrance.Inside the office was Nathan and Tori who had rushed back to the station after their conversation with Evelyn."I know who the culprit is! Which station is it?" Evelyn yelled at Nathan."Uhm, I can't seem to remember the name… the huh.. the one located just at the end of delmer street.""Be there by the time I get there.""Wait what?"Evelyn hung up the phone then faced her group members."We're going to the police station ladies.""What for?" One of the women asked."To report a little rat."Nathan jumped on his feet and picked up his jacket."What's going on?" Tori asked."We have to go back to the

Nathan is alone, thinking about his life when Doris enters. She tries to confront him, but he just wasn't buying. He was terrified of a whole lot of things. The emotion of our reunion sealed as a perfect photograph in my soul.He had felt so very angry. He'd felt so deeply bloody angry with the universe, with God. Yet that is so unfair. Everything he had struggled for is exactly what he asked to do. He had en route to achieve what he set out to achieve. The pain that was to come with it, the brutal brutal suffering of his soul was necessary. There was no other way to learn what he had learned. The anger is because he want to be with her. He want to be with you so much but he had to keep his own counsel, his own direction with only the influence of the divine ether that came to the artist. Artists would get that. They've felt what he felt. But there must come a time, a day, a moment when he would get to say he'd done what he set out to do. He really hoped so. Because that was when we g

Frost grew over the windows even as the duvet kept her warm. Isla watched the ice-crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty, content to exist and be. The morning would bring the beauty of the ice for sure, that crunch under boot and the bold greeting cold air brings. Yet between now and watching her breaths rise as new white-puffed clouds there will be a very cold night. The kind that only stops at the doors of the well-made houses. The cold weather that seeped through any thin cloth to drain the soul, instead feeds the soul of those well wrapped in warm layers of well insulated fabrics.It was the same type of coldness that reached into one's bones, as if their heart were a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do would be to keep moving, keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. There was a lot on her mind that night. And she even tried her best to get Nathan off her mind. She wouldn't just stop thinki