I worked in a factory, where the owners were slave drivers who didn't care

 about their 'employees'. They just wanted everyone to work as hard as

 physically possible, and then work a bit more.

There was a kebab shop out the back of the factory (a medieval style one

, not a neon signed modern tacky one) where they branded people's 

hands. It was just as painful to watch as it was to have done. 

All the bosses were power hungry dark humoured men, so they made

 me watch my brother Robert getting branded. He was crying and 

screaming from the pain, so they just held the hot iron against his skin

 for longer. I covered him in cold water to help with the pain. I was of

course punished for this. I was made to watch all the other branding.

One person tried to quit to avoid punishment. We were all in the main

 hall. They made him stand up, at which point he declared retirement.

 The bosses dragged him to the kebab shop and branded his mouth.

 The heat from the iron melted his lips together. The senior workers

 found the irony of him not being able to say he wanted to quit again

 hilarious. 

While they were laughing and he was crying, I looked around to realise

 that that last display had broken the spirits of the workers. They

 had only just accepted that even if they earned enough money to

 not need the job any more, they would still not leave. I couldn't 

just sit there and watch the last of their hope drain away.

I stood up in the middle of the hall and quit. Giving a motivational

 speech about how even though we were weaker, had no weapons, 

and weren't in control, there were more of us and we could take them 

down if we just joined forces.

The bosses were surprised. They hadn't been stood up to before,

 and certainly not by a scrawny girl. They just watched the workers

 as they marched out the back onto the playground, and stood 

there chanting.

The owners right hand man threatened to kill me. He grabbed a

 staple gun off one of the work tops and started shooting staples

 at me. I tried to reason with him. He hesitated for a second

 lowering the staple gun. In that second I grabbed him and kissed

 him, pushing my body against his to distract him. At this point

 Robert swung a hammer at the man's back so hard that I felt

 the vibration of his ribs splitting.

As we started to leave the hall two more henchmen came. These

 ones had a knife gun so we ran like hell. I wiggled through a 

maze of hallways trying to lose the men, but ended up losing 

Robert. I found a girl crying, so grabbed her hand and dragged her

 along behind me. We continued to run through the building, through

 winding hallways, with no real sense of where we were or where we were 

heading.

We ran out of a door, to see a girl with purple hair starting up her car. 

The two of us jumped into the passenger seat (it was a 2 seater) and

 she immediately drove off. One of the henchmen who had been right

 behind us the whole time shot his knife gun, firing a knife straight 

through the purple haired girl's head. I slid my body under hers and

 took over driving, while trying to comfort the other girl who was now sat

 next to me crying. To calm her down I told her we'd maker sure the

 purple haired girl's memory lived on through us. We decided that we

 would name our first born daughters after her. We rummaged through

 her glove compartment to find her drivers license. Her name was

 Lemon And Lime. We decided not to name our children after her...

After a week we decided to go back. The playground was a mess of

 bodies. I started to cry. The bodies stood up and walked towards me.

 I started freaking out. They kept chanting 'it is over' in emotionless 

voices. They were grey and their eyes were empty. I tried to shout at

 them to leave me alone. I couldn't attack them. These were the factory

 workers that my stubbornness had killed. They crowded round me.

 Repeating 'it is over'. I cried. One of the younger boys turned to me

 and said 'we aren't his workers. We are an army. We are your army now'.

 He smiled.

Posting just so I can show Harry my dreams…

harrysdreams.tumblr.com

I’ve unfollowed all of you

And I’m not going to post after this one

I don’t have time to waste anymore

Anonymous asked: Do u have feelings 4 any1 ?

yes

Anonymous asked: does it surprise you at all that some guys felt overtly sexual about you? I'm sure you get alot of attention from those guys

It doesn’t surprise me because most guys are horny as anything so will hit on pretty much anyone. I have male friends so I know how you think, and who you think about all the time

hitlershomeboy asked: :'( damnit i tried to keep it a secret

My gaydar is always dead on, sorry sunshine

Anonymous asked: 'and ended up getting a flat with etc' a mouldy council flat paid for by the government doesnt count as something romantic or landmark, jokes on you

Lol, it was a flat we got through an estate agent, it wasn’t a council flat, and WE paid for it. He was working full time, and I was working full time as well as studying. And it was pretty damn romantic.

hitlershomeboy asked: haha shh noone's supposed to know it'a a LGBT fox ;D

shh you lesbian, everyone already knows your secret

thebluefrenchhorn asked: I'm an American, thus good night from me to your good morning. Have a good day Ma'am.

Thanks, and you doll.