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      Published: 2015-05-11 Updated: 2015-05-23 Chapters: 8/? Words: 5204
****** I Know You Lie ******
by Kqaunhynk_The_Princess
Summary
     At age 17 my dad said that it was time for me to have a werewolf of
     my own. My friends had them already. I was looking forward to getting
     one. Who am I kidding? I was off the damn wall about it. Dad said it
     would be good for me. So Naturally I went to the nearest breeder I
     could the second I woke up on my 17th birthday. Little did I know.
Notes
     Story is written from Stiles' POV. TRIGGER WARNING! Please be careful
     as you read.
***** In the Beginning *****
I woke up, excitement already pouring into my veins. It had been weeks since my
dad said I could get one. A werewolf of my own. Everyone else I know already
had one. Everyone except for my best friend Lydia Martin. She and I had set the
date for my birthday because she was born before me, but we do literally
everything together. So she held off going to a breeder for a pup until I was
old enough. I was grateful. I know that she wanted one just as badly as I do.
We were going to one of the newest opened breeders. It was just a town over.
Not too far of a drive, half an hour maybe? I don't know. Lydia met me at my
house and the drive there felt like the longest one of my life. She told me to
slow down at least six times. (Sorry dad.) But it felt like we were there in no
time at all. I scrambled out of the car, a flurry of anxious happiness. The
facility looked dark. It was an old house, surrounded by oak and tulip poplar
trees. I stopped on the walkway to look back at Lydia, who had stopped at the
car to grab the collars and leads that I had forgotten.
"Do you think that it's open?"
"We're in the open hours..." She said, looking at her phone quickly. I walked
up the steps to the front door and knocked on it, three times.
There was no answer. We stood, waiting for several minutes. I grew bored. My
agitated foot tapped the porch as we waited for an answer.
"Maybe we should check around back?" I suggested. Lydia shrugged. I all but
jumped down the stairs, racing quickly to the back. Large cages were placed
symmetrically, all over the yard. Stacked and shoved together in such a way
that would be illegal by the closeness. Only one was occupied however. A half
dead pup rested inside. The cage was void of food and water. It was open to the
air and had no shade other then what cast by the cage stacked on top.
"Holy shit." I murmured. The pup was older. A year younger then me maybe. He
looked starved. Holes were bore into him. They were dug into his upper arms and
thighs. Several days old at least. I would have thought that he was dead, but I
saw the heavy rise and fall of his labored breathing.
"Oh my goodness." Lydia's hand covered her mouth. I crept over to the cage.
Sneaking my phone out of my pocket I snapped a few pictures of the area. My dad
had to know about this. I reached the cage and I lowered myself to the ground
next to it. The boy's hair was dark. Small amounts of facial hair sprouting
from his upper lip and lower chin. He was mostly naked, spare a pair of bloody
underwear. I waved Lydia over. She came to stand beside me.
"What do we do?"
"Find him water."
"There's water in the car, I packed it just in case. There's treats too. Go get
them."
"Why me?"
"I'm the sheriff's son. I'll sound like I have more authority if the Argents
decide to show their faces." She nodded and headed back toward the car, leaving
the collars and leashes with me. I tapped on the side of the cage. The boy
didn't react. I tried to open the cage, talking to myself in a low voice to
alert the pup that I was there. I managed to pick the lock with a paper clip
that I found, tucked inside my flannel's pocket, forgotten one school day.
I opened the cage door and poked the boy. He whimpered slightly and twitched
but otherwise had no answer. I suspected that he had some form of blood
poisoning at least. The holes looked a few days old. I wonder how long he'd
been out here. I crawled into the cage. It was small, the size of a extra large
dog cage roughly. I brushed my hand through his hair.
"I'll get you outta here buddy."
"HEY, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE DOING?!" A man's voice screamed. I
had been ready for this to happen. I'm glad that I sent Lydia for the water. I
backed out of the cage and stood to face the man that came racing across the
yard toward me. He held me at gunpoint.
"What the fuck is this?" I growled. Pointing behind me at the boy in the cage.
The man went to grab my arm with the hand that wasn't holding the gun. But I
twisted out of his grasp and knocked his legs out from under him. A warning
shot sounded as I grabbed the gun from him. The boy in the cage dragged himself
up into a sitting position. Hiding his head under his arms.
"Get out of here kid. What do you know about anything." He stood back up.
Brushing himself off. I could feel my knees shaking against each other. This
was not what I had thought of myself doing this morning.
"I know that this isn't the way to treat werewolves and that I can get you
arrested for touching me."
"How the fuck would you know anything about werewolves? You're all of sixteen."
"Seventeen. And I do my research." I saw Lydia out of the corner of my eye. She
tiptoed around the cages until she was behind me. I blocked her with an arm. I
pointed the gun at the man.
"I suggest you take a seat sir." He did as he was told.
"Lydia, call my dad. Tell him everything." I could feel the adrenaline pumping
through me. She did so. Telling him in a hushed voice what was going on. Ten
minutes later I heard the scream of the sirens.The man looked uncomfortable as
they drew closer. But I kept his gun aimed at him. My dad came racing into the
yard. Three other policemen hot on his tail.
"Stiles WHAT THE HELL!"
"Sorry dad."
***** Broken. *****
The house was much more lively then it looked outside. As soon as I walked into
the place. Really walked into the place, not just the front greeting room, the
entire place looked like a torture chamber. The basement had to be the worst
though. Like the back yard, cages lined the whole room. Unlike the outside,
there were many more wolves in here. Mostly older wolves that could barely
raise their heads to look at me. In a hidden back room I found a place, so much
blood, so many machines. My dad called out an entire swat team. In the upper
rooms Lydia texted me pictures of the broken half dead bodies of pups. All
varying ages, from little kids up until their late teens. They seemed to be age
divided for the most part. The whole thing past in a blur.
Three other people were removed from the scene. Argent's daughter, Allison, who
goes to my school, she's in some of my classes; her mother, an old bat who
looked all to capable of this; Argent's sister, name of Kate. The boy in the
cage had belonged to her. As she was removed from the house the boy tried to go
to her. But even as she was dragged to a car by a swat team member she spat in
his face and kicked out at him; and the grandfather, Gerard, who had started
this whole mess a year ago.
I was questioned. Mostly by my dad. I told him what had happened. He told me
that I had done a good thing and that people like this needed to be stopped. As
he and I talked, the boy with the holes in his thighs crawled over to me. His
head down, looking at the ground. Barely able to move correctly. He flopped
down and curled up next to me, his back pressed against my upper thigh. Lydia
was crying, I made her sit next to me so I could put my arm around her.
All the wolves were going to the closest nearby shelters. One's that we knew
were safe. I watched them being carted away. All of them weak.
But the worst ones, the ones that needed immediate medical attention were
loaded into the van with Lydia and I to watch them. My dad refused to let
anyone else have them. Saying that we had found them and that we were going to
be the ones to save them. I knew that it wasn't the best choice. But we were
going straight to Dr Deaton. A well-known medical doctor who amazed everyone
that we knew who owned a werewolf. He ran a WereCenter for injured wolves back
in our own town.
We took the boy that had the holes. We hadn't gotten him to talk. I didn't know
if he could, if any of them could. The others were just about as bad as him,
but he was probably the worst. Really the only reason was that they seemed more
alert and okay then the boy with the holes. There were two girls. Both of them
bleeding heavily, from holes like the boy, but they had been looked after more
properly then he. There was a light, curly haired boy, bright blue eyes, but a
mouth that had been sewn shut. Thick stitches wrapping themselves through his
lips. The side of his head was bandaged heavily and there was blood seeping
through. A darker skinned boy, his eye had a patch over it and he was bleeding
heavily from over his arm, he was missing several toes and had open wounds on
his back. And a boy with a crooked jaw. He wore a bloody, metal muzzle, half
stitched to his face. It was so heavy that the skin was pulling forward.
All of them were malnourished, the boys more so then the girls. We rushed them
to the WereCenter. My dad called ahead and we were met by a team of staff who
loaded the injured wolves onto stretchers. The boy with the holes refused to be
away from me. So I was forced to come inside with him so they could treat his
injuries. Lydia and my dad followed. We all waited in the same room. I was glad
that they didn't separate the wolves. The little group seemed close. Dr Deaton
didn't waste time before coming into the room. The blonde, curly haired one
went first.| The team pinned him to the table. But it took the one with the
muzzle in his face growling to get him to calm down and stop moving. They
removed the stitches. He remained still. The crooked jawed one had his eyes
locked on him. They removed the muzzle from the crooked jaw. He was quiet as
they worked, staring around at us, sitting on the exam table. After the thing
was off it didn’t look like he was too bad. They stopped the bleeding on the
darker skinned one. Then they started on the girls and the boy with the holes.
They were all sent to a room down the hall where they could have blood tested
and x rays preformed. I had been right about the boy having blood poisoning.
The only thing that they were concerned about in the x rays was with the blonde
curly haired boy. His x rays showed many years of abuse. Broken rehealed bones,
covering him. Tears fell from his cheeks and he tried to sink into the crooked
jawed boy as team members got close. Crooked jaw seemed to realize that it was
for the best that Curly hair had his x rays done.
The girls were taken to a different room for more in depth exams, Lydia went
with them. Wanting to keep her eyes on them. My dad and I stayed with the boys.
"Thank you." The boy with the crooked jaw rasped. His voice sounded raw. I
nodded, unsure of what to do.
"So you can speak English then?" My dad muttered. Looking around at the rest of
them. Crooked jaw nodded.
"What are your names?" I asked.
"My name is Scott. That's Isaac, Vernon Boyd, who prefers you use his last
name, and Derek is the one who was locked outside in the back yard. What is
going on?"
My dad pulled a chair over to the table.
"People did really bad things to you, didn't they Scott?"
"Clearly." The curly haired boy- Isaac- growled. He pushed his face into
Scott's shoulder and the boy's hand came up to rub his unbandaged ear.
"How long were you there for?"
"Lost track."
Dr Deaton looked over them, writing things down and mentioning things under his
breath to my father, who was taking notes.
"Where did they take Erica?" Boyd asked.
"They're testing her for things in the other room. She'll be back soon." Deaton
answered.
"They just terminated her pregnancy." Isaac growled. "Where is she?"
"Pregnancy?" The three boys nodded.
"Shit." Dad swore. He ran a hand through his hair.
"Are any others pregnant?"
Scott shook his head.
"Not currently."
"Not currently?"
"Both the girls have been before. That's the way that they could get milk outta
em." Isaac murmured softly.
"I'm sorry... Did i just hear you correctly?" The boy nodded. His curls
bouncing.
"Medication won't work on girls until after they're pregnant."
Dr Deaton cleared his throat.
"Nurse, please go to Dr Rainfields room and inform her of the girls." The nurse
nodded and raced from the room.
***** Relax. *****
The night past quickly. Before we knew it, morning was here and there was light
streaming in through the window. Most of their injuries had been treated.
Lydia's parents had been frantic when she called them. She told them
everything. Tears dripping down her face.
Dad wanted me to go home. I refused until I could take the wolves with me. They
had formed a cuddle puddle on one of the beds that they were given. The girls
had been placed back with the boys after their individual exams had been
preformed.
After a while, it had to be at least noon, the doctor's cleared Derek, giving
my dad a list of symptoms that may happen that would mean that we would have to
return immediately.
We got them home pretty easily. Before I knew it, we were pulling up in front
of my house. We pushed the wolves inside. Trying not to pay attention to the
fact that they were all shaken and terrified. I let them all go to the den. Dad
followed them. Lydia and I went to the kitchen. She was still shaking. Her eyes
dark, she hadn't slept, I hadn't either, so I know that I must look similar.
"Will they be okay?"
I sighed.
"I'm not sure."
***** Stuck. *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is from Cora's POV.
I didn’t try and stop them- what was the point- there was two ways that this
could go down. They can have their way with me and I’d be sent back to the
other girls to be looked after and helped. Or I could put up a front and get
the fuck beat out of me, then they would have their way anyway and I’d be
thrown in isolation as punishment. So I lay there. Telling myself to calm down
and go with it as I was blindfolded and handcuffed. Forced onto a table. My
legs were spread- I let them fall away without struggling. Rough hands touched
me. Fingers too big to be a woman’s pushed their way inside me, violating me. I
let them.
I let my mind wander to thoughts of what would happen if I fought back. It
would be great. I could kick the one whose fingers were inside me, I could
fight my way out of these handcuffs. I could run, get away. Get out of this
mess. But I know in my heart that they were much stronger and faster than me.
So I let them. There were too many hands for one person. They brushed over me,
as I sat there, unable to move, bound upside down. I dangled from the ceiling,
held by the table. My legs separated enough so my vulnerable parts were on full
display. Some person’s fingers were shoved into my pussy as another laughed and
I heard the snap of a phone’s camera. My arms were bound to the floor. My head
brushing the ground. I could feel people’s mouths suckling milk from me. Not
nicely. Not in a good way like babies do. They were rough, biting and
manhandling, forcing me to produce for them without my permission. I couldn’t
even see who it was. I was blindfolded and some male’s dick acted on as a gag
as he choked me with it. I hang there. Submitting completely so the whole thing
would be done faster. Seconds felt like hours. The blood rush in my head was
too much. I couldn't think right. Vibrators were jammed up against my clit.
Fingers pressed against my g-spot. The dick in my throat pressed harder.
"Cum you little whore." A man's voice growled. I registered it as the master's.
I figured it was him. Him and some of his drunk buddies. When the girl is here,
she normally nurses in a half decent way. These men were- anything from that.
"Come on you slut. Everyone knows that you love this. You were raised on cock.
Come for us. Lets see the way you look. All tied up."
I didn't want to, but I knew the sooner I did, the sooner I would be back with
people who would care for me. I made myself think of Boyd. He and I trying a
new position. Having fun with it, smiling, laughing. Me being loved.
"Fucking cum you little whore."
***** Safe. *****
I let Lydia stay the night with me. We slept in the same room. In my room. In
my bed. I curled against her. Trying to sleep but unable too. I could feel
angry tears trying to fall from my eyes. She held me to her. Letting me know
that it was okay. I had never thought that my seventeenth birthday would have
ended like that. Being trapped in a WereCenter trying to get help for a pack of
injured wolves.
"Birthdays are shit anyway." She hummed.
"They have to be okay." I whimpered.
"They will be. Dr Deaton is on call for your house." She rubbed my back. I
pressed my lips to her collar bone, hoping that she wouldn't notice. She
twitched but didn't say anything so I counted it as it was okay.
“What do you think it was like for them?” I whispered against her skin. She
shook her head over me.
“I have no idea."
I sat up, untangling myself from her.
"Can we check on them please?"
"Stiles..."
"Please."
"It's been all of twenty minutes, let them sleep."
"Can we just go look, please." She huffed at me. Looking at the door. She
slowly sat up.
"If we look at them, can we go back to bed?" I nodded.
"I just, ugh." I got to my feet unsteadily.
"Stiles, we haven't slept in at least 32 hours."
"Imagine going through this everyday." I growled. I tiptoed out of the room.
She padded after me. Her footfalls uneven. I giggled.
"Hey, this is like that one time that we were at Danny's party and everyone
crashed at his place in the basement. But you and I were upstairs and w-"
"I know what happened Stiles."
I let the subject go. Together we crept into the den, our foot steps even. The
wolves were in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor. They had dragged
pillows and blankets off the surrounding couches to form a nest. My dad was
crashed on an armchair in the corner. Sound asleep, his arms and legs in weird
places. Much like I sleep. I fought back a laugh at the sight of him. He
must've fallen asleep watching them.
Derek was the only one not in a pile. He hadn't moved much. It looked like my
dad had made him a spot on the couch that's cushions were sewn into the frame.
It reminded me of when I was a little kid, my mom was going through treatments
and I would crash on the couch waiting for my parents to get back from the
hospital. It wasn't the greatest of memories But I didn't have too many of when
my mom was still here, so I kept whatever ones I could.
"See, they're fine." Lydia hissed to me. I nodded.
"I had to be sure, I'm sorry." I stared at them all, making sure each was
breathing. Then I let her pull me away, back to my room.
***** War Word *****
Chapter Notes
     Isaac's POV
It was constant. The pull of pain on my bones. Forever like I was trapped in an
ocean. Down beneath the waves. That same fear as if something has your leg.
Pulling you down, down, almost gone, but not fully able to force you to die.
Every once in a while, they let you catch a breath. But you always end up with
your head back under water. Drowning just the same way as before.
He was my breath. The thing that kept me alive. Without him, I would be gone. I
loved him, and I hated him. I trusted him to allow me to eventually be okay.
But sometimes he trapped me. He was the one that kept me on this earth, the one
that kept me going, forcing me to keep fighting. My alpha.
The Argent's torture chamber was hell for most. The biting hooks, stabs of
needles, cutting of knives. I felt it as a release. The seawater seeping out.
Leaving me shaken, but able to go to him after. He would care for me. Keep me
safe from them. Being trapped was the worst. A container of the ocean. But I
knew that everything was ephemeral, short lived. I would be out of the
confinement. Able to breathe. Soon I wouldn't be though. Eventually the ocean
would get the better of me.
Being trapped reminded me of my father, that tiny freezer had been the worst.
He had cursed me for being an Omega. I knew he wanted more from me. But I
always did the best I could.
***** Shatter. *****
Chapter Notes
     Breeders-in charge of having and caring for pups
     Omega Boys- boys that can have and feed children by their body (OB's)
     Caregivers- people who care for the Breeders and Omega Boys
     Testers- the ones that are the experimental subjects. (What positions
     are best for penetration, what are the drugs that will make a wolf
     the least able to fight back, how much food they need to give the
     wolves, what wolves are able to bounce back from, how fast their
     wounds heal depending on what they go through)
      
     Isaac's Pov (again! Sorry if this bothers you, I couldn't think of
     one from Stiles' but it'll go back soon.)
     He had an old friend at the place that he was at before he was
     transferred to the Argents. She and he were very close. But she's
     just my own character.
The only half decent thing about the place was the other wolves trapped inside.
There were the ones that I was really close with- the ones punished the most of
course. I found their broken pieces fit well with mine so I tried my best to
stay close to them. There were quite a few others though. Other breeders like
us, a small smatter of ob's, caregivers, and the testers. Before the Argents,
there were more. Many, many more. My father, a caregiver, had been shocked when
his illegally bred bitch, my mother, had given birth to me, an omega. He had
abused me. Tried to keep me locked away. But they found out about me. And he
punished me for it. I remember being locked away for days at a time. When he
did let me out. I stayed away. I knew one of the testers personally, I know
that she had it much worse then I did but she always greeted me with open arms
There were many days in which I would go to her, bury myself in her, let myself
be protected by her. Her name was Megan. She was a few years older then me.
Eighteen to my fifteen. She had the shape of an omega, unlike me. She was
actually built for carrying pups, ironic because she was a tester, not a
breeder. The facility eventually found out. They put me on the next shipment
out of the place. I was forced to leave her.
 
As I sleep, she talks to me still, whispering my name. I remember her for her
kindness. Forever and always, dear Megan.
 
 
 
Shortly after coming to the Argents. Which was the place to which I was sent. I
formed a new pack, still the ones that were the most broken. I cared for them
dearly. Cared about them more then I had ever cared for my father. They helped
fill the hole in my hear that leaving Megan had caused.
Scott reminded me of her a little bit. He was always kind to me, but grounded
me at the same time. Making sure I stayed sane enough to not hurt anyone as
they cut away at me. It slowly got better and better. The torture gave me a
clear head. After Scotty would hold me against him, pet my hair, treat my
wounds the best that he could. (Not much admittedly, but it was nice to know
that he cared) It reminded me of when I used to sneak into Megan's room after
being released by my father. She would pull me against her chest. Her eyes
soft, hands always careful. She was like me, never really trusting anyone, but
she and I had each other.
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"Scott." I growled at the other boy. He jolted against me, having almost been
asleep.
 
"Isaac, what?"
 
"Do you think that we're safe here?" Scott looked at me in the low light of the
den.
 
"I have no idea." I sat up.
 
"Come look around with me."
 
"Isaac..."
 
"Scott, I need to know." I'm not sure why I wasn't afraid to move like the rest
of them. Maybe it was being tortured from such an early age. It had to be that.
The alternative was.... To much to think about right now. 
 
"Scott." The other boy dragged himself to his feet.
 
"We are both, just able to talk, why the hell do you want to risk exploring and
getting yourself in trouble?"
 
"I have to know what I'm up against." Scott sighed, but I could see his mind
through his eyes, slowly trying to think about what we're doing. Finally, after
a few minutes he nodded.
 
"If it looks risky, we come straight back here." I got up slowly, my head
pounded. I rolled back, but Scott caught my upper arm and pushed me back
upright.
 
"Isaac."
 
"I need to know."
 
He shook his head. I carefully stepped around the other wolves. We made our way
out of the den. On tiptoes I peeked into a room, it was closed off from the den
by a half wall and a desk looking thing. Strange things lined the walls.
Standing in the corner was a freezer. I crept over to it. Scenting the air,
trying to see if there was a wolf trapped inside. From what I could tell there
wasn't, there was no chain surrounding it. Good smells were even coming from
it. I gathered my wits and popped the door open carefully. There was nothing
that looked torturous inside. Just a few shelves with several food items
stacked around. Scott came up behind me and put his head on my shoulder. I
huffed out the breath I didn't realize that I was holding and shut the door. I
could tell that I was shaking and I didn't complain as Scott scooted me out of
the room. I lead the way down the hall, staring into the unlocked rooms.
This place wasn't like the Argents at all from what we could tell, it seemed
safe. There were no torture machines anywhere from what I could tell. There was
no blood scent, other then what was coming from us. We finally reached the
bedroom in which I could tell that the Rescuer was inside. Scott carefully slid
the door open and I peeked inside. The Rescuer and the Goddess. They were
curled around each other.
I moved slowly inside. Scott shook his head and followed me in. I made my way
over to a wooden rectangle that looked as though it was made from smaller
rectangles with things protruding from the center. I cracked it open, knowing
that it would open, but not remembering the name of the thing. Megan had owned
a smaller one. She used one of the opening rectangles as a holding pen for the
child that she was given. I shifted past the assorted clothing. Trying to find
anything that would possibly hurt one of us. Scott joined me. Together we went
through them rather fast. Making sure to put everything back in almost
identical order. Making it seem that we were never there. Scott wondered away
from me as I got close to the last drawer. I went to open it, but it was quite
noisy compared to the last. The thing rumbled open. The two figures in the bed
shot up and stared around.
"Hello?" The goddess mumbled sleepily.
The Rescuer's eyes fixed on me, crouching next to the door.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?"
 
 
 
 
 
***** Hidden. *****
Chapter Summary
     Back too Stiles. (Finally.)
I scramble out of bed. Isaac and Scott both fall too their knees. They gaze at
the ground, their eyes shut tight. They lowered themselves to the ground,
slowly, in submission.
"Sorry sir." Scott mumbled.
"It was my fault." Isaac whimpered. I crouched down next to them. Blinking
sleep away from my eyes.
"Hey, hey it's okay... I uh, forgot about you guys for a second, it's cool."
Lydia sat beside me. She reached out her hand and started to try and touch
Isaac, but I grabbed her hand.
"Isaac, Lydia's gonna pet your head, is that okay?" His eyes flicked up toward
me. Eyes glowing gold he bared his teeth. Scott's hand shot out and grabbed
Isaac's wrist.
"Careful Isaac." He whispered. Isaac's eyes faded back to normal and he dropped
his head.
"Let's just go to the den."
**
We ended up in the kitchen. The wolves looked sickly, their bones showing, I
put a blanket around their shaken shoulders. They sat on the counter, leaning
on each other. They looked mildly shocked and worried that I was going to harm
them. I didn't care that they had gone through my things, I expected it. But
that last drawer had some uh- choice items, not necessarily the best to show
new wolves in the first couple hours of them knowing you. I quickly made them
peanut butter crackers. I knew that wolves liked peanut butter, I had done my
research.
"I don't get it." Isaac muttered as I handed him the plate.
"Get what?" Lydia asked, she stroked her hand down his arm carefully. He
watched it go. Tracking her fingers with his eyes.
"Why aren't you angry?"
"What's there to be angry about?" I asked.
"We went through your things...?"
"My dad does that daily."
"But you're not going to punish us? " Scott asked quietly. I laughed bitterly.
"You've both been through plenty. I knew that you were going to look. The
horrors of that place was too much. You think everyone's like that, don't you?"
The wolves looked at each other from the corners of their eyes but don't reply.
"You're safe now. I swear to you."
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