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  <title>Comments on 'Special. Just For You.'</title>
  <subtitle>That settled it. Something just told me that this was where it started. This was where she forgot who she was, what her name was. I had to see this through.

He picked up a prostitute, and took her to his house. &amp;quot;What's your name, dear?&amp;quot; he asked her.

&amp;quot;Most folks call me Jenny,&amp;quot; she replied, &amp;quot;but you can call me whatever you like.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You hear that, my dear,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Jenny. Short form of Jennifer. Derived from Gwenhwyfar. Like I said. Special, just for you.&amp;quot;

Jenny started looking nervous. &amp;quot;Um, who are you talking to?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Oh, just a silent observer to my fun.&amp;quot; Almost faster than the eye could follow, he lashed out at her. She flinched, but he missed.

At least, I thought he did.

She started to gag. Blood started streaming from the deep gash in her throat. &amp;quot;Don't bother screaming, love,&amp;quot; she said, and almost sexual tone in his voice. &amp;quot;All you'll do is gurgle.&amp;quot;

Right there, in the middle of the floor, he spent the next three hours slowly dismantling her body.

&amp;quot;Special. Just for you, my dear Gwenhwyfar.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Special. Just For You.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Now I see why this is mature. It sickens me too. Good Idea only puting it into one.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-18T13:48:39Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Special. Just For You.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;condensed it into &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-18T12:43:16Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Special. Just For You.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was going to stretch this out to 2 or 3 ficlets because I wanted to show how disturbing it was for her. But I creeped myself out in the process, and condensed it into on. I didn&amp;#8217;t want to journey any further into Jack&amp;#8217;s head than I needed.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-18T12:41:18Z</published>
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