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His Basement pt II
2 months later: “What did you want? Don’t tell me you missed me” he asked upon entering the room with a soft smile on his full lips. The truth was I did miss his company and was getting bored quickly. “And what if I did?” I cheered playfully “If you did then we’d both be Continue reading
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His Basement
(This is part one of a three-part series that is currently still being written. Unlike the other shorts, this series includes more than just violent sex scenes. This is my most elaborate work as of yet. Enjoy.) Then: I’d known I had a stalker for weeks. And though I tried my best to placate my Continue reading
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His Psychotic Slut
My breath catches. Although it is a stranger’s voice that rakes down my backside, I know that name. It’s my name, well sort of. It’s a name I was given by my online stalker. A name given to me when I sought out my deep depraved desires. But he’s always been an online presence, never Continue reading
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Little Miss Cheerleader
My footsteps are hurried on the quiet concrete sidewalk as I race my tired body home. For the past 6 days, I have pushed my body to its limits with brutal, long hours at practice. My throat feels raw and strained as I try to breathe the late autumn air, pushing clouds of air out Continue reading
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HE’S IN THE HOUSE 2
Part two. “Fuck you” I spit as this strange man stalks closer to me from the shadows of my door way. How the fuck did he get in here? I locked all of the- Fuck, the back door, I left it open since I just let my dog out back. Fuck. Me. “Ahh bratty little Continue reading
The Fallen Angel 