Darkest Dungeon 2 Jester Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

Arya cried as tears trickled down her cheeks. He proceeded to take off her top. Arya struggled to escape from his grip but he was a lot stronger than she is. "HOW DARE YOU BASTARD," they heard a voice roar fiercely and Jeremy quickly stopped and glanced over to the room entrance. Ronald stood there, in fury, his eyes bloodshot and his palm fisted tightly, he looked like a lion ready to pounce and devour its prey. "Ronald," Arya called weakly. "You are so dead, asshole, " Ronald yelled angrily matching towards him, he seized him by the collar and threw him across the room.

Joker POV **This chapter contains theme like the last** Standin' over the carnage, my breath comin' in short, ragged bursts, I feel alive. Every part of me is buzzin', vibratin' with the madness that’s been buildin' for hours. But it’s not enough. Not yet. It won't be until I have 'er back! I have to get 'er! A whimper breaks through my thoughts, pulling me to a door down the hall. It’s locked. I step closer, my hands steady despite the madness buzzin' through me. I unlock the door slowly, savoring the tension in the air.

Then I'm being laid down on something soft. The ceiling above me is different from the one in the living room downstairs. It is plain and white; there are no disco lights, and I try to ask where we are, but my mouth won't cooperate. The words come out slurred, mushed together into nothing. "Shh", I hear Jack’s voice. It is distant, like he's speaking through water. "It's gonna be quick. You're gonna feel so good, okay?" Something cold drops through my chest.

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

He chuckled and stepped back, “I love the obedient ones… Welcome girls, to my dungeon. You will call me, Dan.” He walked back to his chair where a glass of whiskey waited. He picked it up and took a long drink, rubbing at his crotch through his robe. Armilla retched beside me, just loud enough to hear as he pulled his cock out and began to stroke it. I looked at the two guards on either side of the room for help, sympathy, or something, but they only gave me a leer in return. They were there to see the show. “Take off your clothes,” he said, licking his lips.

The thought of Joshua taking his life and depriving her of one moment with him filled her with unfamiliar panic. Her mind raced. She had to stop it somehow. **** There wasn’t a star in the sky and the clouds were so thick and heavy the moonbeams didn’t stand a chance of getting past them to illuminate the night. The clicking of the lock on his door echoed through the silence of his. Unable to identify who entered, Dennis held his breath and stared into the blackness that enveloped him. Now that he knew where he was and the perils that existed outside the sanctuary of his four walls he found it difficult to relax enough to fall into a deep sleep. He was captured for a reason and that reason c

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a

The dark chapter unfolded, revealing Justin's sinister schemes and the growing threat he posed to everyone around him. Immersed in darkness, Justin reveled in his wicked victory as he watched, through the raven's eyes, the twins' fury unleashed in the forest. The savagery of Paulo and Pedro unleashed a dance of destruction, and each punch thrown at the trees echoed like an echo of the deep rage that consumed them.

It’s happening. We walk down a short corridor before stopping in front of a door. He carefully unlocks it with a single key. The moment we step inside, my eyes widen, fear and confusion hit me all at once. “What the fuck?” The words leave my mouth in a whisper. Then comes his voice. “Welcome to the Alpha’s red room.” The walls were draped in red paint and red curtains, it was like walking into hell, only this was a different kind. The worst of it all was the items positioned at their angles, every item used for BDSM stared back at me.

“Gotta get this piece of garbage out of the way.” She shivered when the cold air hit her body. Whistles and hoots filled the room as they all took in the sight of her body. “Queen bee for a reason.” “Fucking hell.” “Screw it. I’m going first.” “Fuck no. A bet’s a bet. You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Danielle’s attempts at tugging at the chains were weak and barely even amounted to anything. They were looking at her body. Her naked body. The thought of it was nauseating…and oddly erotic. The heat in her core was a start contrast to the different scenarios running through her head.