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"Mr. Davidson, since you all love live streams and want everyone to see the truth, then I'll give you exactly that." I walked over to the control console and plugged my phone into the projection system. "Today, let's show everyone who the real criminal is." The massive LED screen at the center of the hall flickered, then lit up. What appeared was crystal-clear footage from my action camera. Under the scorching sun, waves of heat rose from the asphalt. The camera locked onto a black Porsche Cayenne. As the footage zoomed in, everyone could clearly see what was inside the car. A three-year-old boy was strapped into a child seat. His face had turned bluish, and white foam spilled from his mouth

), I decided to take a quick walk to the nearest McDonald’s, just a stone’s throw from the office. I was halfway through placing my order when the air shifted, the kind of shift that announces trouble before you even turn around. Then I saw her. An abomination in human form. Someone whose very presence could ruin an otherwise decent day. Chrissy. She waltzed up to my side, her red high-slit gown practically screaming for attention, heels clicking with all the confidence in the world, and her wavy brown hair bouncing like it was getting paid to move. And of course, she opened her mouth.

] [Even if they don't like me, I'm going to stand up for you. Before, a message like that would’ve melted my heart. I would’ve believed that Jim really cared about me, that he was the only one who truly understood how I felt. Now, it just felt like a cruel joke. I didn’t reply his message, and put him on Do Not Disturb. Then, out of nowhere, I got a friend request. It was from Rowena. The moment I accepted, she flooded me with photos—dozens of shots of her and Jim looking intimate and close.

I murmur. If a stranger painted my silhouette, semi naked, no facial features, just m hands playing with my body in what was supposed to be a private moment, I would call the cops. “This is perfect! I absolutely love it! You captured me in a way I never knew I wanted to be captured.” I stare at her in disbelief, what kind of person was she? I am genuinely worried and curious about her. “Do you say that when all the creeps in the neighborhood show you their creepy shrine of you?”

She attempted to run back upstairs and call for help but just upon doing so something leaped out of the shadows and attacked her; wrapping a thin wire around her neck and pulling it back hard. Molly dropped the bat and struggled to get free but the wire was too thin to get a hold of. Her veins began to bulge, her breath shortened and her eyes reddened as the thing behind her, in all black, muscular and seven feet tall, continued to strangle her, tighter and tighter. Upstairs by the bedside, her phone started ringing. Richard had arrived home and was calling her let her know but there was no answer. On she struggled as the thing, known as The Chasen, continued to strangle her; her eyes blood

he groaned as my walls clenched on his digits, but he kept the fast pace. His deep raspy voice heightened the feeling and I trembled as the waves of heat and light washed over me. His voice lingered in my mind. I couldn’t think straight but I was sure this was not because of the alcohol. I was captivated by him, craving only him. The stranger watched me as he removed his fingers and I arched my back from the sensation. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to complete, yet wanted me broken at the same time.

“You’re one hirmy girl.” The stranger’s hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision spot. “Mine now,” they snarl. Their other hand shoves between my legs, fingers probing, testing. “And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” Vale’s fingers join theirs, stretching me open around the plug, and I scream. It’s too much….too full, too rough, but my body clenches around them, greedy. Iris’s teeth sink into my shoulder, her tongue soothing the sting. The stranger’s cock presses against my entrance, thick and unyielding, and I realize with a jolt of terror and lust that they’re not even undressed. Just unzipped. Just ready.

"I know, right?" I watched from above recording every bit on my phone. Chrissy's body slid further down Mom's body. I could see Mom tense. Chrissy began to untie the straps on Mom's hips that held her bottom bikini in place. Mom was frozen. Chrissy gently pried Mom's legs apart. "Just relax," Chrissy said quietly. "Just think of Mark's fat cock. Think of his fat cock fucking you blind." "I...I...never...(gasp) oh shit!"

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

All the memories of that night were so vivid to her. September twenty two, it’s Jack birthday. She was preparing for her dinner when Jack arrived at her boarding house. He was under the influence of alcohol. As soon as she opened the door and Jack came in. He held her waist and kissed her. “ You are waiting for this, isn’t it Khlea” he whispered as he kissed her lips. Khlea’s eyes widened from that kiss. It was rough and painful. Her lips almost swelled as he kissed her rudely. When he got bored, he carelessly threw her in the bed and without thinking twice ran into her. He grabbed her polo she was wearing and forced to open it. The hole in her clothes fell apart and the man put his hands on