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CONTENT: Threesome, oral, titty sucking, voyeurism, jerk off, fingering, blow job, pussy licking. CHAPTER 1 Claire had never been out of her hometown before. It was all a new and slightly intimidating experience for her. She kept telling herself that it would be OK. Saying it and believing it were two very different things, however.

I flipped to the next page. “The voice won’t stop. Keeps telling me what I am. What I’ll do. Monster. Killer. Can’t escape it. Can’t make it stop.” The next page was worse. It didn’t even make sense, not that the first two pages did, either. “Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Gore. A knife. Need the knife if I’m going to complete his ritual.” The rest of the page dissolved into illegible scribbles. I kept reading. It was page after page of the same thing. Fragmented thoughts about death and blood and murder. Some of the words were truly vile. Some in all capital letters, others written so tiny they were like the text form of whispers.

"Don't kill me please" a voice pleads in the dark panting heavily. "Hahaha, today marks your end in this world" a great cold voice thundered and lightning flashed. "Please, please, don't... Noo" the first voice screamed and jerked open his eyes realizing it was all a dream. He kept breathing heavily as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He was still sobbing when ominous music started playing in the background making him shiver. He closed his eyes and bent his face in between his knees as sobs racked his throat.

Chloe_awesome_scott ... Fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Cereal_killer Yasss! I will give you the dare. Chloe_awesome_scott You better dare me to adopt a pet or else... Cereal_killer Oh, please. I have an even better dare. So, basically, you just have to send a text. Yes_you_suck Omg, Cal, is this about that? Chloe_awesome_scott About what? What text? Cereal_killer Oh, hush everyone. Let me complete.

" I tried to keep on walking hoping that I saw someone but as I'm walking farther I have noticed that there is someone following me. "who was there! show yourself don't act like a coward monster" I shout and then I look everywhere trying to find who is That's someone who follows me but still nothing I couldn't see anything other than trees and plants. A walk again but there was someone held my feet and I fall to the ground after that my hand was been held by someone or should I say vines of the trees, They were moving like a true alive monster in the form of trees. I wiggle and struggle but the creeper was holding me so tight.

I took my daughters to stay with my sister and then came here to drink away my frustration. My sexual frustration. I had complained bitterly that I wanted to be touched by him, fucked by him, and made love to by him, but his business always comes first. “Get yourself a dildo, vibrator or whichever thing you can use to satisfy your horny self and leave me the fuck alone!” These were his last texts. An awkward silence fell on the table. I was more intrigued by what I was surfing on my phone, and I prayed silently that he wouldn't get to interrupt me again, but maybe, just maybe, my prayers didn't get to cross the overhead closure of the restaurant.

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling