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Trailer Park Princess 4 If the House is a Rocking

Esme floated in an ocean of black, underneath an obsidian sky. Lightning flickered across the sky, illuminating the dark waves that rocked her tiny craft. Where am I? Esme thought, trying in vain to move a muscle. But it was if her muscles were made of lead, and held down by pins and needles. A sharp pain coursed through her body, causing the young woman to gasp in discomfort. Is anyone there?! She tried to scream as another bolt of lightning flashed in the black abyss. Please anyone?! With a final plunge, her boat settled to a dead stop. Everything was silent. Not even a breath of wind stirred the night air. CRAAAAACK! A bolt of crimson