RuslanF or the past sixteen years, I’ve spent late nights posted at secret rendezvous points, pointedly concealed by the unassuming veil of darkness. I always valued the solitudebefore the events of the night would occur, often closing my eyes and imagining that I was back home, eleven years old, listening to the organs of the church play through the haze of incense.But tonight, the air is alive with the clatter of roller coasters, the smell of deep-fried food, and far too many people to distract me from my mission.I’m starting to wish I had negotiated a different drop off point.I’ve been standing near a cluster of porta-potties for over a half-hour now, glancing at my phone and pretending to look at the sky as clusters of people stumble past me. They’re beginning to notice me, and that kind of visibility is very bad for me under the circumstances.Even if they’re too busy to realize how weird it is that I’ve been standing here for so long, it speaks to a greater problem – mayb

Vera I haven’t been shot yet, thank God, but getting kicked in the head has completely disarmed me. I’m shaken, paralyzed by fear, and begging the universe to give me one swiftbullet to the head if I’m fated to die here.The idea of being grateful for a gunshot wound feels so morbid and existential compared to the life I’ve lived so far. All I ever wanted was to live simply, finding a passion in life that would take me all over the world.The world around me is fading in and out, and I’m still incapable of hearing more than the high-pitched whine of ringing in my ears.Every few seconds, I phase back out of consciousness, engaging in a conversation with my mother or grandfather in my childhood living room.Even in these hallucinations, I know something is deeply wrong.Only in my fleeting moments of lucidity am I capable of realizing why.Losing my mind to a concussion in the midst of a sh

Vera“I still don’t understand why you’d ask me that,” I continue, feeling defensive and slightly embarrassed. “It’s not like my friends had anything to do with theshooting. They’re stupid and selfish, but they wouldn’t do something like that.Now that we’ve reached his preferred location, I doubt he cares about anything I have to say. He’s regained all the power he was lacking before, which is something he’s obviously used to wielding over others.He parks the car at the base of a small hill leading up to the sliding doors of the barn. There’s no house in sight, which means that this barn was likely abandoned when the owners demolished the house.So, now I know he’s a fake businessman and a bottom feeder who hides his contraband in stolen property.What the hell have I gotten into? I was just trying to find Eric and now I’m getting ready to fight for my life.“Get out of the car and follow

Vera It took long enough for me to fall asleep next to him, especially once I realized that he had fallen asleep first.He must be used to sleeping in compromising situations or something, because I felt like I was struggling to keep my eyes closed the entire time. I spent a significant portion of the night in the fetal position, curled up into myself with my arms in my hoodie.I’m shocked that he trusted me enough to let me sleep. If I were him, I would have forced me to stay awake in order to break down my defenses and extract a confession.The fact that he didn’t even tie me up or anything speaks volumes about one of two things – either he trusts me enough to let me remain free, or the wilderness around here is dangerous enough on its own to keep me contained.I hate to consider the latter option, but given how persistent he is about my involvement in the shooting, it’s the only thing that makes sense.The grey cast

Vera I  feel like I’ve been possessed by something vicious and hungry.The logical part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, to end this before it escalates into an inescapable web of turmoil and heartbreak.But if it’s only once, why should I deprive myself?My body is raging for someone to fuck me good and hard, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that this man is going to do that for me.He picks me up, pressing me against the wall behind me as I wrap my legs around him. He’s so much bigger than the other men I’ve been with in the past, and I’ve never felt so fragile in my life.The tension of his muscles rippling under his shirt is a grim reminder of how much stronger he is than I am. Even though this should be a major point of apprehension for me, it turns me on even more.His breath is hot against my neck as he presses his cock into my naked pussy, and he struggles to free himself from his pa