Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

“As long as she is fine, that is all that matters. I’ll leave her to you.” Blake left the cabin and walked to the two women in their cultivation. A black sticky gue was seeping out of their skin, and a powerful aroma was coming from them. Seeing this, he went to the back of the cabin and started to prepare their showers for when they completed the solidification of their cores. Placing robes for them, he heard a shout. “Yes! I finished!” Sylvia exclaimed. “Ewe, what the hell? What is all over my body, and what’s that smell? Blake, get your ass over here and explain this to us.”

He rides a motorcycle with no helmet and forces me to buckle up? “It’s the law,” he adds by way of explanation. That’s even funnier. I don’t start laughing, though. If I do, tears might take over. I refuse to show weakness in front of any of these men and I’d like to keep it that way. Skull turns the music up loud signaling that this isn’t a chat session. Good, I don’t feel like deciphering the brain of another skinhead. The music he plays is old country and the twang grates on my nerves. How can anyone listen to this shit? I sit back in the seat and close my eyes. It’s hot and the farther south we head, the hotter it gets. I should have changed into my shorts.

"So are you blind, this is not the hair on your head, this is your skin cut from place to place. And are you getting lots of pimples on your face and you are black." Hearing this, she becomes completely silent and cannot say anything, but the old woman speaks again in her loud voice."I know some girls have a different beauty on their face,But that doesn't mean you're ugly, it's just that black girls have looks,And you should be thankful that your eyes are beautiful, which have two colors, blue and green. Your hair is long thick, your skin is white. There is not a single pimple on your face nor any stain on your body. How can you say that you are ugly. Look you may not be beautiful but you

“Drop the act! I’ll do whatever the hell I want in Jacksboro City! You like to fight, don’t you? Well, I’ve got hundreds of guys who’ll gladly entertain you. “And not just you! Your whole family’s going to pay for this! I’ll bury the men in the mines. As for the women? I’ll sell them off to brothels in the countryside. It’s all because of you, you little bastard! “Hit him!” Gabriel’s words were still echoing when the horde surged forward, weapons raised, their eyes glinting with violence. Thwop! Thwop! Thwop! Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky.

What…they wouldn't…I didn't think they would go that far, right? Oh God, Nat. You really are dumb. How could someone who had no qualms about killing someone and covering up not be able to do something much more despicable? “No, that's boring. She's already ugly. She can't get uglier. It would be like nothing to her.” One of them suggested. Meredith seemed to consider this and nodded. “How about we shave her head?” She asked excitedly and they all nodded, and clapped their hands excitedly.

I was too. “I asked for one, why two?” The pig-masked man said. “The blonde is her friend, seems a little hungry,” the bodyguard replied. Ashley was already crying, then she started praying aloud, “lord, I don’t want to die as a virgin.” I yelled, “that’s not important, Ashley.” I turned to the masked men, “who are you people?” I questioned. “You don’t want to know Janelle,” the pig-masked man replied.

Noel was utterly unhappy with Vera's attitude. However, despite her outburst and demand for his gang to leave, Vera sat on the couch instead, with two of his boys standing behind him. He then took out a bottle with the Beauty Pill. "Don't turn us down so quickly, Ms. York. If anything, you're lucky that we took an interest in you. After all, this Beauty Pill that we've developed on our own is a skincare product tailored for women. Try it—we won't bother you if it's ineffective."

It was a Spiritwalker. Its skeleton usually hidden under a black cloth was now exposing most of the creature's ribcage, only covered by a gray layer of dead skin. Luckily, its hood was still intact to cover its hideous face, or I think I would have puked all over the man now in front of me. I was mortified when I realized I was Blake. The reason he stopped chasing us around was because he wasn't able to. “You look confused,” he said, sounding like the situation was completely normal. “I thought your mate would understand what we're doing here, but obviously he was not as enlightened as I thought he would be.”

The tires of the armored SUV sliced through the fresh, powdery snow with a low, rhythmic hiss. Outside, the blinding white blizzard had finally slowed down, giving way to a suffocating, pitch-black mountain highway shrouded in dense pine trees. The interior of the cabin was deathly quiet, illuminated only by the dull green glow of the dashboard terminal. I sat pressed as far into the corner of the leather seat as possible, clutching the lapels of my torn midnight-blue silk jacket. The oversized black cashmere sweater beneath it felt tight against my chest, trapping the lingering scent of gunpowder and Karl's dark cologne against my skin.

I questioned and she looked at me as if I'd grown four heads. “What!!!! You don't know what skincare is??? You don't do skincare??!!! Then why is your skin this rich and beautiful?? Are you on a diet or some healthy kind of shit??” She shrieked and I had to close my ears because I felt like she was going to explode my ears.