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seasidegarage · 27 days

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berwynilgaragedoor · 6 months

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locksmithsgloucester · 4 months

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garagedoorlawrencein · 9 months

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8209 Pendleton Pike, Lawrence, IN 46226

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chaoticdesertdweller · 1 year

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Fort Smith, Arkansas c.1906

"This historic retreat, set on a corner lot, features a full front porch and concrete fluted columns supporting a full width balcony. The home is surrounded by a wrought iron fence with a Victorian street light. Enter 100+ years of history through 9 ft tiger oak door frame with 7 ft oak doors, as you enter the foyer you’ll notice the 10 1/2 ft ceilings, 9 ft tiger oak columns and a tiger oak staircase as well as original crown molding and 9 1/2 inch tiger oak baseboards. Original wood floors lead you into the dining room and library where you will find 3 gas fireplaces putting out an estimated 100,000 BTUs of heat as well as 2 separate mini split units with an additional 4 tons of heat and air. A bay window with bench seating in the dining room, which is a sight to behold, from the coffered ceiling to the 6 ft wainscoting you be surrounded with lovely quarter sawn oak. Across the room you’ll be invited by the light of the library with twin 6 ft windows. Inside the library, you’ll find a brick fireplace for those cozy evenings, built in shelving units with beadboard give adequate space for your book collection. From the spacious kitchen you’ll have access to the rear staircase with brass cherub chandelier to the 2nd floor where you’ll find sanctuary in the 4 spacious bedrooms. A full bath with tub, updated shower plumbing and new toilet borders the hallway to bedrooms, balcony, and 3rd floor. All bedrooms & hallway host brass & crystal chandeliers. A 3rd staircase rises to the 3rd floor where you may enjoy a birdseye view of the entire neighborhood through the 9 windows. 10 ft vaulted ceiling carved wooden window moldings, colorful replacement carpet, & a cheerful violet wall tone add to the splendor. Wall heater and window air add to the comfort. The brick garage has beautiful stained cedar barn doors. Carriage lamps line the street side & flicker at night. Many vintage and original details remain, including wooden moldings, ball top door hinges & early hardware."- from the listing.

Sorry for the long post but I'm just head over heels for this house!!!!

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, description of violence - against established characters and oc.

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“Hands up, weapons on the floor.” The voice was deep, commanding.

The dark-haired man wore a grey suit, a navy tie, and newly shined black shoes. The three other men, who stood behind you, surrounding both you and Jax, had guns in hand, and wore similar attire. If you weren’t in this situation, you would’ve thought they were accountants.

In the dimly lit garage, the hairs on your arms rose. But you weren’t going to show any fear. Blinking once, slowly, you swallowed and looked the gangster in the eyes. Slowly raising your hands, you didn’t bother lifting your leg pants and taking the knife from your boot. They could find it on their own. Even if that was a bad decision. You didn’t think it mattered; you were in deep shit anyway.

Usually you’d have your firearm, on you or near you, but for some reason you had left it in the car. Where your bag was…and your phone. The keys were in your back pocket, but it wasn’t a realistic plan to try and retrieve it. Even if the men let you go anywhere near your car, they wouldn’t dare let you in it. So, you did all you could do, you held onto the hope that the Club would get here in time. And you held onto that hope like you were hanging from a goddamn rope.

Jax, who you knew was pissed, threw his gun on the ground. The closest man kicked it out of reach. Tonight, Jax’s usual white sneakers had been replaced by boots, the kind that biker’s usually wore. The difference between the two men’s shoes was apparent. You couldn’t help but notice. Where Jax’s was worn in, scuffed, and scratched, the other man’s was smooth, spotless…unblemished.

The next command came in the same tone as the first, “hands behind your head.” Reality kicked in and you felt your breathing hitch. What’s happening, what’s happening, what’s happening. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew what would ground you.

So, you stole a glance at Jax; he did the same.

His eyes were pleading, apologetic, protective. The knot in your stomach loosened a little. He nodded, only once, and you felt as if you could breathe again.

You complied and the both of you interlocked your hands behind your head and waited for your next order. But no order came, only the ramblings of a grieving man.

“You killed our men, my brothers. The men I had sworn in myself-” blocking out his monologue, you placed the man; the one from the car. He had been in the backseat. Maybe he didn’t know you were the one in the other car? Did it matter? Were you going to experience everything the same anyway? You could feel yourself getting lost in your thoughts but then there was quick and violent movement.

They were on Jax like flies to shit, ripping up his shirt and finding a second gun, and the knife that hung on his pants. One guy backhanded him across the face.

You flinched, catching the yelp in your throat before it could jump out. It was as if you could feel his pain. As if your cheek stung as well.

However, you didn’t want to give these men leverage. If they knew you cared for Jax, if they knew how much you cared for him, they would wave it above your head and use it against you.

So, you did the best you could to steel your face. Your eyes focused on the hinges of the garage door, and you let your mind wander into how old they must be. Because you knew that if you looked at Jax, you would be on your knees, begging them not to hurt him. So on you stared. Thinking of how dirty the garage looked, how much dust had collected.

But he sensed it. The lack of movement, the stupid goddamn gangster sensed that you had gone still. That was what caught his eye. The bare movement of your chest, the calmness in which you outwardly held yourself.

“And you, who are you to him?” Begrudgingly, you met his gaze; brown eyes staring into your hazel ones. You made sure to give him the coldest glare you had ever given anyone.

“Employee,” you said in a stern, icy tone.

“What are you employed for? Sucking di-“

“HEY, you watch your fucking mouth,” Jax interrupted, spitting the words. It earned him a swift fist to the gut, sending him to his knees.

“Don’t!” The word slipped out. You didn’t know which gangster you were talking to. The one with the gun in his hand or the one on the floor.

“Don’t? Don’t? A woman,” he walked over to you and grabbed hold of your hair. Your stomach sank as he yanked backwards, “does not tell me what to do.”

He was face to face with you now, and you could see the wrinkles on his tanned face. He didn’t seem old, but up close, he aged about ten years.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jax move onto his knees and try to crawl to you. The other men held him back, but there was a vicious look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but let a tear slip.

Seeing that made Jax bark in anguish, “LET HER GO!”

The grip didn’t loosen, and your head started to throb. You could feel the cold press of the gun underneath your chin, and you couldn’t move. But like a rabid dog, you snarled. Thinking of your dogs at home and how they growled when danger was near, you started to emulate them. Later on, you would find out that it was a way to handle what was going on.

You didn’t remember actively deciding to act like your Dobermann, but you remembered the change in your demeanour. You back straightened, a smirk slipped onto your lips, and your eyes darkened. It was like you couldn’t feel the fingers tightly gripping your hair. But the knife in your boot felt heavy and you instantly thought, ‘fuck it.’

Lunging forward you bit down hard on the man’s nose and pulled backward. The fingers slid from your hair, and you reached for your knife. The movements were quick, but also very unexpected, as the other men had no idea what to do.

Adrenaline was a kind friend in those moments of chaos. While the leader was bent over holding his nose, his men ran to his aid and you slashed upward, not knowing where you hit. Yet you heard a yell of pain.

Jax lunged toward the gun and in that same moment, Happy came into the garage shooting the targets farthest from you. Without a mechanical weapon, you knew that you would do more harm than good, so you moved to the side and watched as the Sons truly let loose some anarchy.

Lady luck was on your side that night, because just as the events unfolded inside, the Club had arrived to apprehend the men outside. With guns to their heads, the men fumbled into the garage, and were met with the dead bodies of their comrades.

When the threat was gone, and the approaching promise of death had disappeared, you crumbled. Not caring who saw, you slumped to the floor and let your head drop. Tears fell from your eyes and snot ran from your nose, and still, you did not care.

But none of the Sons judged you.

Not a single one thought less of you. Because if it weren’t for your actions, you, Jax and Happy might not have gotten out of this alive.

Jax knelt down beside you, a firm hand on your back, slowly rubbing soothing circles. He ripped off a part of his shirt and gave it to you to use as a tissue.

“Thank you,” he whispered and dropped down next to you. He moved a leg behind your back, as you slouched on the ground, facing the wall. Every Son in the room knew not to disturb you.

Jax let you cry, and cry and cry until you no longer could.

Internally, Jax was ripping himself apart. How could he let this happen?

This didn’t happen because of anything she did. It was all on me. I should have made sure the hit was finished, that no one walked away. I should have given her stricter instructions. I should have made sure no one was following her.

- ✦ -

After you had stopped crying, blown your nose and wiped your tears, you didn’t know what to say to Jax. He had let you rest your head on his chest. Had stroked your hair and held you close. You felt so safe with him.

“Ready?” he asked, moving his head to look into your eyes.

Your throat felt dry, like you couldn’t speak. So, you just nodded.

Jax got up, and held out his hand, when you grabbed it, your body felt like it was both hot and cold. Parts of you were in so much pain, and other parts were buzzing from the closeness with Jax. Your head felt like it was throbbing from the inside out.

Jax walked with a hand behind your back, leading you toward the rest of the men. You wanted so badly to keep hold of his hand, to feel as close as you were only seconds before. But he gently unclasped his hand from yours when you entered the room.

Happy had wiped the blood from his face and neck, but there were red splattering on his white shirt. When he saw you, he slowly walked over and held you in his arms.

“You did good,” he mumbled, and kissed your head. He let go but didn’t go far.

You felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable in front of these men, so you let your body and voice act naturally.

In a weak voice you asked, “who were they?” You were led to an empty seat and were given painkillers with a glass of water. You didn’t know who by exactly, you felt like you were in a haze.

“They were the last members of the Lin Triads,” explained Chibs, whose bloody nose had started to ease. The red handkerchief was just about soaked through. The triads must have put up a good fight, even though they were taken by surprise.

Tig was sitting on the arm of the chair, arms crossed over his chest. Juice were cleaning everything up; making it look like it was before. You knew Skeeter noticed even the smallest of changes, so you’d have to go back and make things exactly how they were before. But the thought exhausted you. Later. You’d leave it until later.

You slumped back in the chair and drank the rest of the water. Jax sat on the couch opposite you, leaning his head on a propped-up arm.

“Fuckin’ Triads,” Tig grunted, getting up and helping himself to some painkillers as well.

“’Least they’re all dead now,” Happy replied, looking at Chibs.

Chibs’ response was dry, “aye, they’re all dead now.”

- ✦ -

“I can’t promise that something like this won’t happen again.” Jax sat in the driver’s seat of the car, adamant that he was going to drive you home.

“I know,” you said in a voice stronger than you felt.

“But Zo seeing you with a gun pressed to your throat-“ he cut himself off. You had left the crematorium; Happy would lock up and leave the keys underneath your doormat for tomorrow.

“I know,” you whispered it now. Your throat clenched and you knew you would start crying soon. But you didn’t want to. You had cried enough.

“And you still want to work with the club?” Jax stole a few seconds to look at you, then returned his gaze back to the road.

“I knew what I was getting myself into…what I am getting myself into.”

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feishublog · 14 days

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How to Choose the Right Automatic Sectional Industrial Garage Door?

Are you in the market for an automatic sectional industrial garage door? Choosing the right one for your needs can be a challenging task, considering the multitude of options available. To make your decision-making process easier, this article will guide you through the factors to consider when selecting the perfect automatic sectional industrial garage door.

An automatic sectional industrial garage door offers numerous benefits, such as durability, security, and ease of operation. These doors are designed to withstand harsh weather conditions and heavy usage, making them ideal for industrial applications. When choosing the right one, it is essential to consider the following factors:

1. Size and Dimensions:

Before purchasing an automatic sectional industrial garage door, you must accurately measure the dimensions of your garage opening. Pay attention to height, width, and clearance requirements. Opting for the wrong size can lead to installation issues and operational inefficiencies.

For instance, let’s say you own a warehouse that requires a large garage door. Failing to consider the height of the vehicles that need to pass through could result in a significant inconvenience if the chosen door is not tall enough. It’s crucial to measure the opening accurately to ensure a seamless integration with your space.

2. Material Selection:

Automatic sectional industrial garage doors are available in various materials, each offering distinct advantages. The most common materials include steel, aluminum, and fiberglass. Consider the specific requirements of your application when selecting the material.

For example, if security is a primary concern, a steel door would be a suitable choice. Steel is known for its high strength and resistance against break-ins. On the other hand, if insulation is important, opting for an aluminum or fiberglass door with insulation features would be beneficial.

3. Insulation Options:

Depending on your specific needs, you may want to consider insulation for your automatic sectional industrial garage door. Insulation not only helps maintain consistent internal temperatures but also reduces noise and energy consumption.

Consider a scenario where you operate a workshop in a busy industrial area. Insulating your garage door can significantly reduce noise pollution, creating a more comfortable and productive environment. Additionally, thermal insulation can help keep energy costs in check by preventing heat loss during colder months.

4. Security Features:

When it comes to industrial applications, security is of utmost importance. You need to ensure that the automatic sectional industrial garage door you select offers robust security features to protect your valuable assets.

Look for features such as sturdy locking mechanisms, tamper-proof hinges, and reinforced panels. Some doors even offer digital security systems, allowing you to monitor access and authorize entry remotely. Prioritizing security not only safeguards your assets but also provides peace of mind.

5. Maintenance and Service:

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Consider the example of a manufacturing facility that operates around the clock. Opting for a door that requires regular maintenance and frequent replacement of components can result in significant downtime and additional expenses. Choose a door that offers reliability and requires minimal upkeep.

In conclusion, choosing the right automatic sectional industrial garage door is crucial for seamless operation, security, and efficiency. By considering factors such as size and dimensions, material selection, insulation options, security features, and maintenance requirements, you can make an informed decision. Remember, investing time and effort in selecting the right door will have long-lasting benefits for your business.

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rotworld · 2 years

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13: Death Match

the rising star of an underground monster fighting ring is offered a reward for his win streak and asks for something very specific. the fight committee finds you walking home alone one night.

->explicit. contains noncon, gore, murder, kidnapping and captivity, dehumanization, threats of gun violence, feral behavior, size difference, terato.

The spit of gravel becomes the steady hum of asphalt. The car turns; turns again. Stoplight red glares through your blindfold. The man in the backseat with you laughs into the phone, his fingers skimming the backrest behind your head. “No, he wasn’t joking! You saw the list, right? He put that together himself. I didn’t even know he could write, I thought they were all illiterate. Looks like a fucking child’s handwriting, but it’s almost intelligible.” The hum of the engine quiets and the car is moving slowly, streetlamp dots passing overhead. You’re not on the highway anymore. You grope blindly for a door handle, fingers stiff and straining as the zip ties dig into your bound wrists.

There’s nothing. Just a dip in the plastic where a door handle should be.

“Ah, I have to go. Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute, you can start the match. Bye.” There’s a hand on your shoulder, twisting you around in your seat. You squirm as far away as you can but there isn’t far to go, your shoulders knocking against the door. You hear the metallic flick of a lighter. A window cracks open and the pungent odor of tobacco swirls through the car. “Hey there,” the man says, affable. “I’m guessing you want that gag off. You’re going to listen first. I don’t like to repeat myself.”

The car jolts to a stop. You hear the whine of old steel hinges, the rattle of an industrial garage door peeling open. Somewhere, there’s music playing, a pounding techno bass throbbing through concrete. There are bright lights and voices, a brief exchange between the driver and someone outside, and you make one last desperate attempt at escape. Screaming through the gag, flailing, throwing yourself at the panel divider between the front and back seats until you’re wheezing and exhausted—it’s all for nothing.

“Is that Spike’s new toy?”

“Yeah.”

“What a waste.”

The man in the backseat slaps you. It startles you more than it stings. “Pay attention,” he snaps. “You can be replaced. Alright? Don’t think for a second that you can’t be. You’re a cockwarmer, and cockwarmers don’t bitch or whine or fight back. If you do any of that, he’s not going to want you. If he doesn’t want you, he’s going to rip your fucking head off while he’s balls deep in you, and then he’s gonna mope about it for a week. I don’t need him moping, I need him in top form. There’s a lot of money riding on this next tournament—”

You hear screaming. Concert hysteria. People hollering, cheering, that electronic rhythm even louder as the car jolts and shudders into reverse, sliding to a stop. The driver’s door opens. Cold metal presses against your jaw. The blindfold is ripped away and you see the barrel of the gun, the crisp white sleeve behind it. Your captor is neat and freshly-shaved in a suit and loosened tie, smiling around a cigarette.

“You’re going to walk with me, at my pace,” he says. “You’re not going to go too fast or too slow. If you do anything—and I mean anything—that seems suspicious, you’re going to die. Okay? Do you understand? Nod if you heard me.”

You hesitate just a second too long and he presses the gun harder into your skin. You hear a click as his fingers flick across the safety catch. You nod quickly. His smile is wide and vacant like a habit rather than an indicator of feeling, but there’s sick, sadistic glee in his eyes. He tugs you out of the car, a hand wrapped around your forearm. You’re tugged quickly across a parking garage, through a heavy door and down a dark, cramped hallway. The sound of screaming gets louder. There’s another door up ahead with a STAFF ONLY sign stuck to it.

“Welcome to the Pit,” he says and pushes the door open.

After being denied your senses, the sights and sounds are overwhelming. You’re engulfed in noise, jeering and shouting, rhythmic sports chants and the booming echo of a live commentator’s projected voice. You see a stadium, descending rings of seats packed to capacity. Harsh spotlight shines across an elevated stage, and a rotating camera feed honed in on the action plays above the platform. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, to make sense of what you’re looking at. Animals? Dogfighting? Two hulking figures circle each other like lions.

One lunges. It’s gray like stone and covered in splotches of discolored fuzz, leathery membranes connecting powerful arms to a lean, muscular body. It’s as quick as a rearing snake when it strikes. There’s a thunderous crash as they hit the ground tangled together, a bloody flail of claws and legs and teeth. You hear inhuman noises that trip your fight or flight response, the shrieks and howls of something fighting for its life. The tide turns, the one pinned to the ring thrashing to freedom with a hard right hook that spatters bright, liquid red across the ring. You hear an absolutely monstrous hiss as it gets back to its feet.

It—he—is a monster. They both are. They’re both big but this one is towering, a wall of solid muscle and scar tissue. You can see muscle bulging beneath bumpy, scaled skin as he rolls his shoulders, a thick, spike-covered tail slamming against the ring with the sound and force of a gunshot.

Your captor marches you into the heart of the chaos, front-row seats in the heated glare of the spotlights. People are friendly, shaking his hand, excited to see him. They act like you aren’t there, jostling you around in a rush of greetings and introductions. You aren’t offered a place to sit.

“Welcome back, Greer,” someone says to your captor. “He’s doing great tonight. Talon’s having a hard time.”

The monsters are back to circling again, watching each other as they skirt the edge of the ring. Greer pulls you close by the shoulder and points at the one with the tail. “That’s who we’re rooting for,” he tells you. “I scouted Spike years ago and he’s in a whole other league. You’ll see what I mean. You stand right here, make sure he sees you when they go around again.”

He yanks your gag out but it doesn’t matter. No one would care if you screamed, even if they could hear you over the noise. Every time the monsters clash, throwing themselves at each other, there’s a chorus of excited hollering. Spike is popular, a crowd favorite. People are chanting his name. Talon goes for his throat and Spike bats him away with a raking slash across the face. The sound Talon makes, the shrill agony and desperation in his voice, makes your chest constrict. He stumbles back against the ropes at the edge of the ring, right in front of you, so close his blood spatters across Greer’s shoes. Greer’s hand clamps down hard on your shoulder.

“Smile,” he mutters. “He’s sizing you up.”

Your heart skips a beat. Spike is right there, halfway across the ring, facing you. Seeing him from behind was already intimidating, but now you’re paralyzed. His face is frightening, reptilian, vaguely aquatic, small nostrils and large, fang-like teeth curved out of his mouth. His chest is pale, the color of fresh, yellowed bone compared to the bottle green of his sides and back. He’s shirtless like Talon, covered in oozing bites and punctures and a sheen of sweat.

Large eyes, veined like amber, flick from Talon to Greer to you. His slit pupils widen, nostrils flaring.

You scream when he surges forward, his jaw opening wider than humanly possible and clamping down on Talon’s throat. They both go crashing to the floor and Spike is on top, enormous claws pinning Talon’s feebly straining hands to the ground. The crowd howls. Greer gets tense beside you, eyes wide and excited. The commentator is hysterical, yelling that this is it, the moment, the killing blow, and you want to close your eyes but you can’t look away.

Spike never once breaks eye contact as he yanks his head back and takes a chunk of Talon’s throat with him.

The sound is awful—flesh wrenching, ripping, bones snapping like twigs. Talon convulses and tries to scream but all you hear is a dying rattle, the flutter of exposed soft tissue. Blood arcs across the front row of spectators and you feel it distantly, smell the reeking of wet rust and innards soaking your shirt and dripping down your scalp. Those golden eyes are focused on you and only you as Spike grinds a mouthful of sharp teeth through Talon’s neck, leaving his head dangling by a thread. It’s chaos. People jumping and screaming, stunned and rapid fire commentary, the whole stadium shaking with the sheer, excited force.

Greer’s smile widens. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye like a cruel child with a mouse trapped under a box. “I think he likes you,” he says.

It’s a blur after that, a rush of movement, of endless hallways that all look the same, faces and laughter and endless phone calls as Greer leads you somewhere. You can’t stop thinking about watching someone die right in front of you. It wasn’t quick. He was alive for such a long time. He struggled and strained and the stringy remnants of his neck kept vibrating with sounds he couldn’t make, pain he couldn’t even express. You’re shoved through another doorway and suddenly Greer is no longer next to you. You look back and he’s in the hall, waving, before he slams the door shut. You hear the lock turn.

Then you hear that same low, rattling hiss from the fight.

Your skin prickles. You turn around slowly. The room is small, dark and dingy, the fluorescent bulbs dim and humming. The floor is bare concrete and there’s hardly any furniture. You see an off-white fridge, a lopsided couch that looks second-hand from a college dorm, and a TV perched on a crate. And standing in the middle of the room, so big you have to crane your neck to find those bright, yellow eyes in the dark, is Spike. He hasn’t changed, hasn’t showered. There’s still blood caked to his chin and smeared on either side of his mouth.

He uses the same speed you saw in the ring to reach you, a sudden lunge and your arm is engulfed in his iron grip. The scream catches behind your teeth, terror constricting your throat. Spike drags your bound hands out away from your body. It takes just a second, just the slightest press of his claws, and the zip ties split apart. You stare at your wrists, the bruising and blisters left by tight bands of plastic.

“Hurts?” he asks.

You’re startled by the sound of his voice—that he speaks at all. The word comes out worn and gravelly, hoarse from disuse. You nod slowly. He lets out another monstrous hiss, his eyes flicking to the door behind you. You let out a squeak when he picks you up. He does it one-handed, slinging you over his shoulder. You wince at the hard texture of his shoulders digging into your stomach with every heavy footfall, but he doesn’t carry you for long. You’re dropped on the couch without fanfare. Spike stands there, looming over you. Staring. Not at your face, but lower. Your shirt’s riding up and his eyes are fixed on that spot of exposed skin.

“Spike?” you say quietly.

His face twists into a snarl, jagged teeth bared. “That’s not my name,” he says. You try squirming away, slipping past him. His hand lands heavily on your shoulder, shoving you back down. “My name is Zegrid. Call me that. Or ‘mate.’”

The things Greer said to you in the car come rushing back all at once. Your pulse races. Zegrid wrestles you back down when you try to run again, resting a knee on the couch to cage you in. He growls and his jaw is around your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin. The pricking point of one tooth digs into your soft, vulnerable flesh. He doesn’t move until you’re sobbing silently, resigned and trembling under him. He pulls back, his jaw popping back into place, and wipes the drool from his face. You beg him not to hurt you.

“Not going to hurt you,” he says. “Not if you do what I say.”

He sinks onto the couch, the frame creaking and bending beneath his weight. You put up little resistance when he reaches for you, squirming a bit in his large hands as he pulls you into his lap. Your difference in size is staggering. Even like this, your head just barely comes up to his chest. The first thing he does is hold you. You’re crushed against his chest, surrounded in the smothering heat of his body. Your fear wanes the longer you sit there, still alive. Your arms are trapped against your sides but you relax cautiously, leaning into the embrace. Zegrid makes a rumbling sound deep in his chest that vibrates through your body, something close to a purr.

“Soft,” he mutters. “Feels good.” He squeezes you, hard enough to hurt and cut off your air for a few agonizing seconds. “Ready?” he asks.

Your stomach does a nervous flip. “I don’t really want…”

“You have to.” He pushes you away far enough to see your face. He studies you, his gaze piercing. His thumb claw digs into your hip, slicing straight through your clothes. “You don’t like me?” he asks. His tone is tense, something dangerous lurking in the words. “I showed you. I’m a good mate.”

You think about Talon, or whatever his name really was. The gaping, shuddering wound, red and glistening. Zegrid, watching you with bated breath.

He clutches you tighter. He’s breathing a little faster, each inhale ragged and growling. “He said I could have whatever I wanted if I kept winning. He said—”

There’s something on the wall behind him, you realize. Paper. Torn notebook scraps and unfolded envelopes, whatever he could get his hands on, all taped to the wall. And there are scribbles all over them, heavy, messy ink scrawls. They’re fragments. Not full sentences, but brief thoughts. A list, you realize. A series of descriptions. Hair. Facial features. Body types. It’s vague, not always a perfect match, but it’s easy to see that these descriptions fit you. There are pages upon pages of these notes, this patchwork wishlist, and a sick, sinking feeling comes over you the more you read.

“I want a mate who is soft and feels good to hold,” he wrote. “I want a mate who is always nice to me.”

Zegrid is rambling under his breath, getting more worked up, more growling and furious, the longer he talks. His claws start to sink deeper, through cloth, through flesh and muscle. Your whimpers don’t stop him, don’t even register beyond earning a louder, more insistent growl. You touch his chest, gently settling your palms on rigid pectoral muscle. His voice abruptly cuts off.

“You’re…a good mate,” you stammer. He stares at you, his pupils narrow slits. “You are, really! I’m just nervous. I know you can be…strong.” Don’t think about it, you tell yourself, but it flashes through your mind—carnage. The force of his bite. The clench of his jaw and the snap, the squelch of the body pinned under him. “But can you be gentle?”

Zegrid tilts his head. His eyes flick up, over your head, his gaze distant and thoughtful as though you’ve just asked him a riddle. “No,” he says sadly. “I don’t think so.”

“I bet you could,” you say. You try to demonstrate, smoothing your palms up and down his arms. He feels kind of nice. The texture is rough but not sharp in most places, segmented into little squares like alligator skin. His purr gets louder and his hands are on your hips again, heavy but not squeezing or hurting you. He likes to squeeze you, feeling your flesh under his fingers. “Like this, see? I think you could do this. I’d like it if you were gentle,” you add.

You think you’re getting through to him. Zegrid tries it once, moving his hands along your sides. He catches you with his claws once, opening a hole in your shirt, but he’s careful, you notice. He does it again and his expression is scrunched in focus.

The purr is vibrating against your skin, louder than ever. Your hands freeze over his shoulders when you feel a distinct bulge in his pants.

“I’ll try,” Zegrid murmurs, “some other time.”

His hand swipes up your back and your shirt splits along your spine, cold air hitting your back. He peels it off of you, flicking his claws impatiently across the front to rip through the rest of it. You panic, crying his name, telling him to wait, stop, don’t, but he doesn’t listen. You’re lifted easily and he’s taking the sharpened end of his finger to the seam of your pants, ripping it open at the crotch. Your fingers rake uselessly over his bumpy skin as he lifts you, peeling you out of one pant leg at a time.

“Stay still,” he says, sounding only mildly annoyed when your palm smacks into his cheek. He nips your hand in warning, the softest scrape of his teeth leaving small, bloodied pinpricks. “You’re going to like it. Mating is supposed to feel good.”

His wording fills you with dread. Supposed to? Has he never…?

The bulge you’re sitting on is still growing, already straining obscenely against the fabric. The second Zegrid tugs his fly down, his cock springs out half-hard and oozing precum. Your breath hitches in fear when he nestles it, hot and throbbing, between your thighs. The tip is thick and tapered, the shaft bulging with veins and ridged on the underside. Your stomach lurches when he pumps his hips, grinding himself against your sex. There’s no way it’s going to fit. He’s going to kill you just trying.

“I can’t,” you tell him, desperation seeping into your voice. “You’re too big, I can’t—” His hands are on your hips again, but now they’re lifting you, holding you threateningly over his bobbing cock. You start begging, tears filling your eyes. Zegrid lifts you slightly, high enough that it’s easy for him to bend and nuzzle against you, cheek to cheek. He keeps up his purring while you tremble and sob and slowly, with a long, satisfied hiss, he pushes inside you.

He goes slow. You think that’s what you want until it’s actually happening. The very tip of his cock is small but the head flares out, wider and bulbous, and your body struggles to take it. The stretch is a dull ache and then it’s sharp and burning, your muscles clamping down, refusing him. Zegrid makes a growling sound, both pained and pleasured. To your shock and disbelief, his large hands start roaming your body in smoothing, massaging movements, mimicking what you did for him earlier. It helps. You’re still afraid and in pain, but he seems to understand he might break you.

It doesn’t take long for his hand to graze your sex. He notices. You gasp and your inner walls loosen ever so slightly. He does it again, the pads of his fingers rubbing up and down. He’s clumsy at first but he’s learning, quick to adapt to whatever signs you give him. Every time a moan slips out and you buck against his hand, he pushes further into your tight heat. You can’t believe there’s still more of him. You feel full and horrible.

Zegrid’s chest is heaving. He’s holding back. You don’t know how much longer that’ll last. But the rise and fall of his shoulders draws your eyes to them, the bulging muscle and tough skin marred by scars. They’re gouges, deep, old wounds wrapped around his arms, crisscrossing his chest, a nasty series of punctures across his stomach. You can’t even imagine what would be sharp enough to pierce his body and leave lasting marks like this.

“You’re real,” Zegrid says quietly. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown. “This isn’t a dream. I have a mate. Here, and all mine.” He moves, and it punches all the air out of your lungs. Your thighs quiver and your hands scramble and scratch across his rough skin. He’s easy to hold onto, the bumpy, hardened flesh of his biceps perfect for your nails to hook into. That’s your only consolation when he spears you on his cock in one hard, upward thrust. “Mine,” he growls. You aren’t ready for him to start a punishing rhythm, bouncing you on his lap. He’s muttering again, a litany of “mine, mine, mine,” spilling from his lips. He palms your ass, his affectionate squeezing becoming hard and painful. His claws dig into your flesh, wetting his fingers with your blood.

You give up trying to speak or move. You don’t have the strength, the breath, the presence of mind to do any of those things. Zegrid gets greedier, more ferocious, with every thrust. That slow pace builds until you’re crumpled against his chest, sandwiched between the sounds of his pleased purrs and hiss and the meaty slap of his hips against your trembling body.

“Mine,” he snarls, and then the world is spinning, upending, your back hitting the couch. Zegrid crouches, seemingly coherent enough to keep himself from crushing you beneath his full weight, but he’s getting sloppy. His claws prick your skin as he pushes your legs up against your chest. It takes him a few tries to penetrate you again because he’s too eager, shaking too much, unable to stop himself from rutting against whatever his cock touches. He humps the curve of your ass, his tip smearing precum over your tailbone. He has to grasp himself in his fist and plant a hand beside your head to steady himself.

You whine when he breaches you. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, slamming into your ribs. All of his restraint is gone and he fucks you wildly, his hammering pace leaving you raw and gasping for breath. The only mercy you get is his inexperience. Zegrid ruts faster and harder until he suddenly hits his peak, and then he’s shuddering, snarling, cumming inside you. You heart leaps into your throat when his jaw clamps down on your shoulder. His teeth feel serrated, thorny as they sink into your skin. You scream until your throat’s sore, and then you wheeze miserably, streaming down your cheeks and wetting the couch beneath you.

Zegrid pumps you full of him. He thrusts a few more times, deep, churning motions that push and pull your body with him. He has to hold down your hips to pull out, one last spurt of cum coating your insides as he wiggles his tip free. You’re manhandled one last time that night. Zegrid maneuvers you out of the way as he lays down and then drapes you on top of him. You feel awful. Your chest is sticky with sweat and sweltering against his heated skin, and your back is too cold.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his words thick and slurred with exhaustion, “gonna be gentle. Promise. I’ll learn how, for you.”

Ridges of scar tissue graze your chest. Zegrid falls asleep quickly. You find out he snores, and he’s dead to the world. You shift uncomfortably, moving his hand away from your raw, sore ass, and he doesn’t notice or move it back. You’ll get up later, you think, after you rest and recover. You’ll find a way out of this. You stare at the ceiling, blinking fresh tears away. Your gaze is drawn to the wall—the paper scraps.

“I want a mate who will love me, even though no one has ever loved me before,” he wrote.

You listen to Zegrid’s slowing, restful heartbeat and the soft purrs he’s still unconsciously making. You hope there’s a way out of all this for him, too.

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Garage Door Repair Services Near Me for Quick Solutions

Well-maintained garage door repair services near me are essential for your home's protection and functionality. Victorville Garage Doors is the only company to call if you need trustworthy and quick garage door repairs. Serving the community with empathy and promptness, we are the go-to source for quick fixes that guarantee the smooth operation of your storage door.

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Repairing and Installing Garage Doors

For your house or place of business to be safe and secure, your garage door must operate properly. A garage door, whether it be residential or commercial, serves as a deterrent to unauthorized entry, safeguards your valuables, and improves the curb appeal of your property. Regular servicing, repair, and installation are essential to keeping your garage door reliable and effective. The significance of garage door maintenance as well as the essential elements of repair and installation will be discussed in this article.

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To ensure peak performance and increase its longevity, routine garage door maintenance is essential. A comprehensive inspection, maintenance, and small adjustments are all part of a professional garage door servicing to keep the door operating properly. It assists in spotting possible concerns before they develop into significant ones, avoiding inconvenient breakdowns and expensive repairs.

The technician will examine a number of parts, including springs, cables, rollers, tracks, hinges, and opener systems, during a garage door servicing. To ensure correct operation, they will lubricate moving parts, tighten loose screws, check balance and alignment, and test safety features. You can prevent mishaps like malfunctioning doors or unexpected collapses, which can lead to injuries or property damage, by taking care of these problems as soon as possible.

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Garage doors may need repairs even with routine maintenance because of deterioration, elements, mishaps, or component failure. It's critical to obtain expert garage door repair services as soon as possible when dealing with problems like a broken opener, broken springs, damaged panels, or misaligned tracks.

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seasidegarage · 3 months

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Broken Garage Door Hinge | Garage Door Repair Virginia Beach

If the hinges on your garage door have grown old and worn out or are making unusual noises when the door opens or closes, you may need to replace or repair your hinges. The task is fairly simple but requires a basic understanding of how broken garage door hinges work and how to fix them properly.

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garagedoor79 · 1 year

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Garage Door Spring Replacement

A malfunctioning garage door can be frustrating and disrupt your daily routine. Fortunately, many common garage door problems can be resolved with some troubleshooting. Before calling for professional Garage Door Spring Replacement, try these troubleshooting steps to potentially fix the issue yourself.

Check the Power Source: Ensure that the garage door opener is plugged in and receiving power. If it's not, check the circuit breaker or replace any blown fuses.

Inspect the Remote Batteries: If your remote control isn't working, replace the batteries and test it again. Weak or dead batteries are often the culprit behind unresponsive remotes.

Examine the Safety Sensors: Garage doors have safety sensors near the bottom of the tracks. Make sure they are clean and properly aligned. If the sensors are obstructed or misaligned, your garage door won't close.

Lubricate Moving Parts: Squeaking or grinding noises during operation can indicate the need for lubrication. Apply a silicone-based lubricant to the rollers, hinges, and tracks to ensure smooth movement.

Adjust the Limit Settings: If your garage door doesn't open or close fully, the limit settings may need adjustment. Refer to your owner's manual to locate the limit adjustment screws and make small adjustments until the door operates correctly.

Inspect the Door Springs: Broken or worn-out springs can cause a garage door to become heavy or unbalanced. Visually inspect the springs for any signs of damage or wear. If you notice any issues, it's best to leave spring repairs to a professional due to their high tension and potential hazards.

Clear Obstructions: Sometimes, objects or debris can obstruct the garage door's movement. Check for any items blocking the tracks or interfering with the door's operation.

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locksmithsgloucester · 1 year

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A few of this weeks jobs

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kellyhorner · 1 year

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Garage Door Troubleshooting Guide

A garage door stuck can be so frustrating that you almost feel like driving right through it. Many people are in this situation during the winter. To resolve the problem, instead of becoming frustrated, you can use some troubleshooting methods.

Examine the door for a few moments to ensure that its safety features work properly. Sometimes, safety features installed by the manufacturer can prevent a door from opening. The troubleshooting techniques below may work if the first method doesn't. You can try these tips before calling a Garage Door Service:

Typically, most doors come with settings such as automatic lock mode or vacation mode. When the door is set in this mode, it will not be able to open with the remote. From inside the garage, they must be manually unlocked then set back in their normal position.

Check the remote's battery to see if it has been charged. The problem could be a rechargeable battery. Replace the batteries to see if it works. If you can open the door with the garage controls, your remote may be the problem.

Check the cables and the power supply. It is possible that the power supply has been turned off, or there could be a broken cable. If this happens, you will need garage door repair services to fix the problem.

Inspect the garage and see if anything is blocking the door. An obstruction on the ground could stop a door from swinging upwards. If something is holding onto the springs of the door, it will not function.

Check the automatic sensor to see if it is lit. If the sensor light is not blinking then it needs to be replaced. Nothing should block the path of the sensors.

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Simple mechanics are used in the automatic garage door. The door operates with springs and mechanical pulleys. The problem with the door is easily understood. Although some minor repairs can be done by yourself, major replacements and other repairs shouldn't be attempted.

This is the main reason why these doors should be thoroughly repaired. They are heavy, and if one falls they can seriously injure someone. It's best to let professionals inspect it, even if they are mechanical experts.

You can do some things by yourself such as greasing the springs or the tractions. You can fix any loose nuts and screws or hinges. Always keep the owner's manual on hand when you're repairing the door. Replace the parts with the originals sold by your door's manufacturer. Avoid buying off-market add-ons, as they can damage the door and cause accidents.

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veterangaragedoorwesthouston · 1 year

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Garage Door Opener Repair: Troubleshooting Common Issues and Finding Reliable Solutions

Introduction: A malfunctioning garage door opener can quickly turn into a major inconvenience, disrupting your daily routine and compromising the security of your home. Whether it's a noisy operation, failure to open or close, or any other problem, getting your garage door opener repaire promptly is essential. In this blog post, we'll explore the common issues faced by homeowners and provide valuable insights into troubleshooting and finding reliable solutions for garage door opener repair. As experts in the field, Veteran Garage Door Repair is here to guide you through this process and help you restore the functionality of your garage door opener.

Understanding the Importance of a Well-Functioning Garage Door Opener

Enhancing convenience and security

Protecting your vehicle and belongings

Increasing property value

Common Garage Door Opener Issues: 2.1. Unresponsive Remote Control

Battery replacement

Reprogramming the remote control

Seeking professional assistance

2.2. Noisy Operation

Lubricating moving parts

Tightening loose hardware

Replacing worn-out components

2.3. Failure to Open or Close

Checking the power source

Examining the safety sensors

Adjusting the travel limit settings

2.4. Inconsistent Operation

Inspecting the wiring connections

Resetting the opener unit

Calibrating the force settings

Troubleshooting Tips for Garage Door Opener Repair: 3.1. Conduct a Visual Inspection

Look for loose or damaged components

Inspect the tracks and rollers

Check the opener's motor and wiring

3.2. Test the Safety Features

Ensure the safety sensors are properly aligned

Test the auto-reverse function

3.3. Clean and Lubricate Moving Parts

Remove debris from the tracks

Lubricate the rollers, hinges, and springs

The Importance of Professional Garage Door Opener Repair:

Expertise and experience

Timely diagnosis and effective solutions

Safety considerations

Choosing a Reliable Garage Door Repair Service:

Experience and reputation

Licensed and insured technicians

Transparent pricing and warranty

Conclusion: When faced with a malfunctioning garage door opener, it's important to address the issue promptly to avoid inconvenience and ensure the security of your home. By understanding the common problems and following the troubleshooting tips provided in this blog post, you can attempt to fix minor issues yourself. However, for more complex problems or if you're unsure about the repair process, it's advisable to seek the assistance of a professional garage door repair service like Veteran Garage Door Repair. Their experienced technicians can diagnose the problem accurately and provide reliable solutions, restoring the functionality of your garage door opener efficiently and safely. Don't let a faulty garage door opener disrupt your life—take action and get it repaired today!