51. DISTANT ORIGINS. ~DELMUNDOFaintly, I could still remember her laughter, the way she tickled me anytime she read me bedtime stories. I could still recollect the early morning breakfasts, the cereal and omelets.Like yesterday, I could still remember that morning she had left. I was still eating my cereal when she told me she was going to get some groceries. Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours.My five- year- old brain suspected no foul play. My mother told me she was going to the mall and like every child I believed her. What choice did I have, she was my mother, and if I did not believe her, who would?Months had passed into years and I was still in denial, hoping that one day she would walk into the home she left with groceries in her hands with her lovely smile.Now, I had no idea what she looked like or even her name. My father took that memory from me through psychological torture. He would berate me for making my mother leave and I beli

53. LOVE OR LUST II ~PAMELA "What did you do to him!?" I asked in utter disbelief."I am helping him, Pamela, and please lower your voice, I have had to listen to him scream his lungs out for the past two hours," Circe sternly said to me."Well, some help you are," I muttered."Pamela," Stephan said in a hoarse voice "It is alright, let us go to bed, I am exhausted," He said as walked up to the stairs.I glared at Circe who gave me her usual condescending look. Her eyes told me that she knew something that I didn't. I went after Stephan, glad that I was finally rid of Elizabeth and her sex-crazed slave.Stephan had walked far before I cleared the stairs. When I got to the room, he sat crossed leg by the foot of the bed looking at nothing in particular.I sat beside him and crossed my legs too. I had no idea what Circe did to him to make him so glum. For the first time, he looked so fragile, like he could shatter at any time into pieces.I said nothing to him and he said nothing to

55 Deadly Allies. ~ Delmundo I woke up earlier than Pamela to the sound of trees rustling, crickets, and frogs croaking. I heard the birds singing in their nests. I gently got off the bed, careful not to wake her up. This was day two of staying on the island with Circe. I was sticky all over and I smelled like pussy fluid. I walked into the bathroom and picked up the paste and toothbrush provided by the host. I took my time to thoroughly brush my teeth and took care to brush my tongue. I rinsed my mouth and the brush before I stepped into the shower. The atmosphere was cold in the morning, so I used the hot water. I sighed as the water cascaded down my body from my head to the soles of my feet. It felt good. I did not have time to think about what transpired between Circe and me in the therapy room. I had been so eager to see the face of my mother when she put me in a trance. I had followed all the gentle words of Circe but it had not worked out the way I had hoped. The crushi

The Tale of Mr. Void. ~Delmundo It all started in junior high school. It was where my blackouts began. I had always been given a wide berth anytime I was in school because of who my father was. I had enrolled in a privately funded high school for kids with criminal parents. Children who came from a prominent family were schooled here because they were targets. Thanks to the Father of the Year, I was on a bounty list before I could even crawl. I was born condemned and judged before I even had time to defend myself. Mine was not a fair life. High school was a love-and-hate relationship. I loved how anonymous I was but hated being picked on. The first blackout happened in recess. I was fifteen and this son of a wealthy human trafficker kept giving me hell. I would go home to a cold-hearted father with facial wounds and scars only to get more punished. I could not even remember the boy's name but I could vividly remember how terrified his eyes were as he gaped at me in fe

the other side of him ii. ~pamelamy heart beat so heavily in my chest as i listened with rapt attention and apprehension to the video playing. my intake of breath deepened and i asked myself if i would ever know peace ever again. i had no idea what to expect from any of these things i was involved in.sometimes, i even asked myself how i got involved in them in the first place. i should have never given dating a chance. now all these things felt as if i had gotten myself too deep withincould i ever be free? could i ever truly escape? would he get over me? should he let me gsadly, they could only remain questions until i started taking actions as well as taking charge of my lifi had no idea if minerva had escaped from my closet or if stephan wherever he was had noticed my absence from my room. i could only pray that none of my fears had manifested and turned into the demons that haunted m"this video is for your eyes only pamela, if others see it, it might spell doom for stepha