fiction
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His Basement pt III
9 months later: “You… you love me.” “No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Yes, you do! You love me and I love you!” “I don’t love you, you dumb, psycho, bitch!” I stared at him incredulously, tears pricking my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I never loved you! You really think someone Continue reading
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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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The Willing Victim
Fuck. There’s fear. Bone chilling, electrifying fear. And something else I don’t have time to process. My eyes widen as the recognition hits me, earning a whole new wave of fear which sinks deep into me. He’s actually crazy. Not a little crazy like calls my phone countless times, no, he’s actually fucking crazy. And Continue reading
The Fallen Angel 