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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. He’s… 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 