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LEONARD: “Why all of a sudden?” Eric asked as he joined us in the car. “Is he alright?” “He sounded fine,” I replied—the only answer I had. Outside my house, Erica was waiting in her car with the nerd. “I told Lucas,” Eric explained. “I told Ben too,” Jimmy chirped, adding to my disbelief. While I appreciated their presence, I feared Pedro might feel overwhelmed. I only hoped he wouldn’t change his mind about going. Pedro was in the living room, all dressed up. He didn’t look surprised to see everyone; his expression was steady. Except we were all staring with uneasy silence. “Pedro?” Eric broke it first. “I want her buried today,” Pedro said. Everyone exchanged glances, startled. We had gathered only to visit his mother’s body for the first time since it was retrieved…not to bury her. Nobody was dressed for that. If I didn’t already know how strange Pedro could be, I’d have thought he was losing his mind. But this was the same Pedro who once drank only water for a whole we

ERIC: The bathroom door slammed open as our kissing deepened, our breaths coming fast and ragged. Leonard still had me pinned against his body; he only adjusted me to straddle him, one arm sliding to my waist as he hurried up the stairs and into our bedroom. Fully clothed, we stumbled beneath the running shower. In seconds, we were soaked—water streaming down our bodies, heavier than the droplets falling from the showerhead. Tightening his arm around my back and letting me unstraddle him, he tugged at my silk pants. With one smooth motion, he slid them down my legs, my underwear falling with them. His pants followed easily, and surprisingly, he managed to undress us without breaking our kiss or lowering me from his hold. That effortless control fueled the heat in me. I devoured his lips, losing myself in the hunger he stirred. He adjusted me back to straddle him. Then, I felt his hand between us, grabbing his cock and aiming for my hole. I felt his tip rubbing my entrance…but when

ERICA: Two days in Panila, and addressing the community felt no different. The company’s commercial trips had always been the same mix of stress and fun—talking to the people, especially the elderly, learning about their challenges, and noting things we could produce to make their lives easier. Afterwards, we gave each person a gift, ranging from an electric blender, a body massager, or a foot warmer…to anything we brought along. However, I noticed a particular pair of eyes among the crowd. A woman’s stare…filled with both shock and confusion. After she received the dishwasher she requested, I followed her to the corner where she’d been watching me. “Erica?” she called the moment I got close. Her voice certain. “Do you know me?” I asked. “Here,” she said, snatching my pen and scribbling an address on my palm. “Come see me. Alone.” That same night, I went to her home. She opened the door before I could knock twice, as if she had been waiting. She glanced outside for reasons I cou

ERICA: “Lucas?” I whispered, stepping backwards. He followed, his expression tight, unreadable. For every step I took, he doubled it…his fingers tugging at his glasses, his usual calm replaced with unusual urgency. He didn’t look like the timid nerd I’d known for weeks. He looked…different. Dark. Dangerous. My waist hit the edge of the dining table…shutting my escape route. He stopped in front of me, leaning onto my body. “What…what are you doing?” I stammered. He didn’t answer. Instead, his hand brushed past me, knocking aside the plates and cutlery to the floor. The heavy clashes startled me, but before I could react, he lifted me onto the table. “Lucas, get back to your senses,” I said, my voice cracked. He scoffed. “I thought you wanted me to be a man.” “Can you put on some clothes, please?” “None could fit since last night,” he said casually, glancing at his cock. My eyes followed. “Hope I don’t scare you.” Scared? I’m terrified. He grew bigger with every breath. Longe

ERICA: Lucas’s mother had suffered from a similar disorder for years before her death. She’d died from heartbreak…from loving too easily, desiring too deeply. At first, his explanation sounded made-up, something he’d crafted to justify his earlier accusations. But when he broke down in tears, describing how his mother had fallen into depression and never recovered, I knew it was real. She had been diagnosed with Dependent Personality Disorder (DPD)—a condition that made her terrified of being alone, quick to attach to anyone who offered her care or attention, and too eager to fall in love just to keep them close. Lucas said I exhibited every symptom his mother had shown before she was diagnosed. But help had come too late for her. By the time she received medical attention, she was emotionally broken, beyond repair. He went on to explain that his mother had grown up in a single-parent home. Her father was absent, her mother long gone. Starved of affection, she fell in love with L