All Chapters of DELICIOUS TABOOS: DIG ME HARDER, DADDY : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

KAYZER’S POVMy head felt heavy and dizzy when I started to wake up the next morning. My eyes were still closed, and the first thing that came to my mind was the strange, wild dream I had during the night. I felt ashamed of myself for having such dirty thoughts about my best friend again.I opened my eyes slowly, but the moment my vision cleared, my heart stopped.I was not on the floor. I was lying in the middle of the bed, completely naked. My skin was warm, and my arms were wrapped tightly around Anita, who was also completely naked beside me. Her head was resting on my bare chest, and her soft body was pressed right against mine.I looked around the bedroom, and my mind went completely blank. The room was a total mess. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, the bed sheets were ripped off the mattress, and pillows were scattered everywhere. It looked exactly like the bedroom in my dream.I shook my head, trying to tell myself that I was still sleeping. But then I looked down at An

GEORGE'S POVThe heavy, overripe tomato struck the small of my back with a sickening, wet crunch. Red juice and seedy pulp exploded across the frayed cotton of my tunic, soaking straight through to my skin.I did not flinch. I did not turn around to give them the satisfaction of seeing my temper break.A chorus of high-pitched giggles echoed through the crowded square of the Frost Dream pack market. A small group of children skipped behind me, chanting crude rhymes about the shiftless waste of an Omega who occupied the eastern cabin. Nearby, their parents stood beside fruit stalls and butcher tables, watching the display with cold amusement. Not a single adult stepped forward to discipline their offspring. A few even offered approving nods, chuckling under their breath as I quietly wiped a smear of tomato pulp from my hip.I maintained my serene, harmless smile, keeping my hands folded neatly in front of my waist. Let them throw their rotting produce. Let them spit on the dirt path

GEORGE’S POVI was back at the banquet square. The bright party lights were burning, and the crowd was roaring with laughter around me. I tried to move, but my feet were glued to the ground. In front of me stood a large man holding a gleaming axe above his head. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The axe swung down with a sharp slice, cutting my head clean off my shoulders.I sat up with a wild gasp, my heart hammering against my chest like a trapped bird.Cold sweat covered my skin as I looked around in a panic. I was not dead, and I was definitely not in my small, familiar cabin. I was lying on a massive, soft bed inside a very fancy room. High stone walls, polished wooden furniture, and thick silk curtains surrounded me.I threw the heavy blanket off my legs and slid off the bed, determined to escape. I ran straight to the heavy oak door and jiggled the handle, but it was locked tight from the outside. Panic gripped my throat. I turned around, rushed toward the