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Chloe's POV When I woke again, I was calmer than before, as I looked around the room I saw him, laying his head on the side of the bed sitting in a chair sleeping. His hair was in his face and he looked so handsome. 'He is perfect, those cheekbones and that perfectly square jawline, his lips were soft looking and so kissable, he was built like a truck, rippling muscles all over him and his deep brown hair long on top and shaved on the sides, so smooth and silky looking I just want to run my fingers through it' 'wow shut up! it's like I'm in love with him or something, it's just infatuation because he saved me, nothing more' 'you are crazy! he is perfect and we want him' 'wait we? since when

Every few minutes, a rhythmic, haunting chant drifted over the field—the Cult of the Static was fan-outs, moving in a line, beating the ground with heavy staves. "We can't stay here," Mina whispered, her eyes wide with Psychological Horror. "They’re closing the circle. I can hear them breathing." "They aren't just breathing, Mina," David Vance said, his voice trembling as he gripped his driftwood staff. He stopped, looking through a gap in the stalks at the flickering torchlight in the distance. "I know that voice leading the chant. That’s not a priest. That’s Dr. Aris Thorne’s former head of Neurological-Mapping (the study and digital recreation of brain structures), Silas Vane."

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

The lightening was also dim, not as bright and welcoming as the Rafe’s had been. This place was more of a house than a home. A slightly ajar door caught my eye and I walked in. There was a king size bed in the middle, directly under a glass ceiling so I could clearly see my reflection. On the bedside table was the only portrait I have seen in the home. It was a drawing of a woman sitting in front a window, so one couldn’t clearly see her face. She seemed so sad and oddly… familiar. Next to the table was an open closet with different colors of wigs, heads of dolls, a silver robe and a handcuff.

One shard displayed nothing but a list of ERROR: UNKNOWN FUTURE STATE messages, scrolling faster and faster until the glass itself spider‑cracked and slumped, words dripping off as black sludge. “NO SYSTEM = CHAOS,” it raved. “REGRET WILL HAVE NOWHERE TO GO. UNPROCESSED EMOTION WILL FLOOD SOURCE REALMS. YOU WILL DESTROY—” “Destroy your monopoly,” I gasped, tasting copper. “Not… feeling.” Shelves closest to us tore themselves free of the floor entirely, launching like spears toward the hanging letters of my directive, trying to physically knock them out of the air. They passed through, splintering against an invisible field—my intent made into a barrier.

Instead, it had become the venue for Chris’s one-man p**n festival. She stormed down the hall, her rage a hot, tight coil in her chest. She didn't bother knocking, just shoved his door open. He was sprawled on his bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, one hand idly tucked into his waistband. The graphic sounds and images filled the small, messy room. "Are you fucking kidding me, Chris? Turn that off! Some of us are actually trying to do something with our lives!" He barely glanced at her, a lazy, infuriating smirk on his face. He paused the video, and the sudden silence was almost as loud. "Chill out, Mia. It's just a video. Don't pretend you've never seen one”.

It whispers through my blood. My adrenaline spiked, and it was taking everything in me to not just burst out of this room and go on a rampage through the underworld and kill everything and everyone that I came across. “Come on Avalon! Get a grip on yourself!” I scold myself, my fists clenching tightly around the arms of the chair I sat in. trying to push the fire, which was increasingly trying to take hold over me. The spidery vines which litter my body begin to shine from underneath my skin. The sword of St Leger, which sat just inches next to me, looking more and more appealing as time went on.

"A vampire." I tried to call the attention of the woman but it seems that she doesn't hear me. The vampire slowly approaching them. I shout out of lungs but I feel like I am invisible to them. I want to help them, run to them , but my feet suddenly froze on the spot. I'm not able to stay still where I stand. I can see the vampire approaching. He walked slowly, I felt very scared. Suddenly the vampire's mouth opened and the fang came out and was ready to devour them. I feel frustrated that I can't even help them. Gradually, I just closed my eyes because I couldn’t bear to see two innocent people die at the hands of a vampire. Crying was all I could do as I heard the screams and cries of the c

Her eyes flashed in the dark and they were beautiful. Shola led me away. The silvery pumps on her feet made clacking sounds against the black, glossy tiles of the club’s floor. The heels of her pump looked six inches high. I got a clearer view of Shola as we walked down the aisle. She wasn’t lacking flesh in her buttocks; they were big and round, and her hips didn’t lie. She would pass for Ariel in The Little Mermaid. I was impressed. I couldn’t stop myself from stealing quick glances and marvel at how her ass cheeks shook as I walked behind her. "Are you new here?" She asked as she dragged me along the isle like a mom leading her little child.