TRICKLE WHY, ROXXANNE OOH
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This entire thing is in the A1Z26 cipher. And then also in binary.
Why?
Because fuck you.

Roxxanne approached Trickle carefully. She had already attempted to turn him into one of her thralls about a 'bajjilzlizizioiksjaoinoiioidjillllllllllion timez' but he was still on the ground, tied up with pink glittery rope. He was already imprisoned, yes, but this was not what Roxxanne wanted. He had to submit. He had to SERVE her. He had to deify her. Yet he still swore he would rip out her eyeballs the second he was let free.

"Oh, come on! You look so adoriboo tied up like that, why not just like, serve me? I'm totally kawaii and I treat my slavies well! ...When I'm not consuming them, that is. Colon three...?"

Roxxanne put on her most adoriboo outfit and made the cutest pose she could do, albeit Trickle did not respond.

"Imma have to torturize ya if you don't submit! I don't wanna torturize ya, so please say yes! ...Well, I actually DO wanna torturize you and pulverizationate your bones and dine on your cute little flesh, colon three, but that doesn't matter because I said so!!"

Still no reply. At this point she was getting fed up with him. And she really wanted him to be a thrall, I mean, REALLY. He was a big nuisance and constantly managed to foil her plans by being the superior Mary Sue, so she gladly took the opportunity to finally 'remove' him and do whatever she wants to do.
This was the end.
As much as Roxxanne didn't want to torture- hah, that's a joke. She was all bouncing and grinning when it was time to torture him. But, oh ho ho, this is no regular torture.
This was a crime that Roxxanne only ever did once in her life. And this was that very time.

"COLON THREE! ARE YOU READY?!"
"B̬̌͒É͙̏̓Ç͈̩̞̮̳̬̪̑̀̄ͦͭ̇͂A̍ͥ͂ͪͣ͒҉̰̩Ṳ͎͙̤̣̹̫̀͐̋S̞͓̭͐̌E̛͚̰͓̗̘̭̐̇ͩ͐ͅ ̙̱͔̻͚̝̎͐I̷̅ͦ̒ͤͣT̘̏͛̽̅̈́̏ͧ'͇̩̩̖ͫ̎̿͐̉͢S̨͕̲̲̮̣̐̓͌̇̽ ̛̿̐Ģ͖̱̆ͧ̌ͅO̯̪̜̙͔̙̖͘Ń͕N̯̫͕̝̰͙̽ͭ͐̾̐ͤ͞A̫̖̪̰͂̋ͣ̐̋ͧ͋ ̭̰̝͓̳̖̦ͪͯ͗ͤH̓͐̋̓̈U̡̦̱̱͈͉͕̱ͥ̓͆̉̍R͎̘̙̟͗͛T͛ͨͮ̑!̝̫̖̤͎̈̉ͣͣ̚!͓̣͕̓!̅͟ ̯̗͉̹̯̯̐͛̋ͩA̭̜̻͚͚͗͜ ͐̎͊҉͍̤͙̥̱͍L̢̪̞͚̹̺̏͋̂O̷̲̩̖̟̬̖ͦ̀̓͂̈̏̓T̳͖̗͕̤̮͙ͮ̍̎̅ͪ!͙͔̔!̟̿̀!͉̑̓͊̒!̛͉̠͚ͣͪ͑!̜͇̲̫"

Trickle didn't freak out. He honestly gave up on life prior to this incident, but that obviously didn't mean he WANTED it, per se. It's a heinous crime. One that lands you a lifetime in prison.
It's going to be hard to get this through... but...
Roxxanne. She... what she did to Trickle... Now, don't freak out, okay?
She...




She...






NGHHHHHH...
















SHEEEE...













































H̡̛̠̪̯͉͕͉̖̪͍̠͛͗̈͆̾̈̈́̽̐́͟Ḛ̺̩͔̖͔ͮ̿̆̃͊̑̾̾͂ͧͫ̄̏ͦ̉̓̓ͮ͘͟͡͝ͅĹͭ͑̀̐̓̑҉͏͓̠̤̹͚̯͚͔͖͈͉ͅḐ̎͑̋̔̋ͯ̏͋̿̿ͮ̓̓̍͏̶̡̖̹̫̣̰̩̫̰̮̱̝̙̥̪͕ ̷̛̝̭̟͎̱̏͌̆͋͂̆ͩ͛̋ͣ͌̿̍ͩ̾͂̏͌̚͟H̠͍͉ͥͧ̋̏ͮ̿͛̒̊̍͗̚̕͢A̸̎͋̎ͯ҉҉͔̱͔͓͎͉̣̟̳̞̮͖̱͖̺N̵̠̲̘̭͍͈̱̠̠̅̔͆͊ͣͭ̈́̃̾̌̒̈̓͐͂͞D̷̡͖͈͍̞̝̯̱̤̲͕͎̠̦͚͓ͮͫ̿͌̒̅ͭͮ̽̌ͩ̚̚͜͡S̡͇̖̟̜̭̝̞͇̱̫͍̰̟̩̗ͦ̋́̓̇̔̑͛ͯ̋ͭ̾͟ ͎̙͔͔͖̥͕͙͇̲̼̝̟̝̔ͣ̎̒́͟͡W̲͕̳̠̤͇͈͌̐̂̓͐̾͠͡I̵̢͖̪̖̟̭͎̞̦͍̣̩͓͙͎͚̊̇͐̍͆̍ͯ̉̀̍͛̊̾̈́Ṫ̨̪̩̲̲͈̻̦̰̞̺͙̙͍̮͉̮̫̹͙̄̀ͦͫ̌̑̋͑͌̾̅̿ͪ̓̾̉͡H̴̨̟̖͉̲͕̞̹͖͍̙̝͙̙̰̤̳̰̏̂͒͐ͮͬ͑̅̉̀̚͜͜ͅ ͌͌̏̄̽̂͗̔ͪ̀͊҉̴͖̩̩͎͓͕̠͖̦̣̭H̸̢͍̜̩̘̖͓̙̪͎̦͓̬͍̳̖̮̳̣̒̈́͑̽͢ͅI̧̐̄̒͒ͥ̾ͧ͌̎҉̛̱̼̬̹̰́M̴̵ͤͣͬ̋ͫ̃̓̎̉ͣ́ͬ̄̆̔҉̶̯͙͖͓̤̩̗̺̫̬͎͎̠̺͢ͅ

Okay?! There it is. Are you happy now?!?
...Jeez.
Forcefully grabbing Trickle's hand, she held it for a prolonged amount of time, lust in her eyes.

"Do you like thaaaaat? I can go harder, ya know! Semicolon three!"

Squeezing his hand harder, Roxxanne began gently rubbing it-
I can't do this anymore.
This is just...
too lewd.
Why did I even sign up to do this fucking shit in the first place?!
...
All hail Roxxanne or something.