Novel & Cerita Disturbing Pictures

Loren informed her before she turned and left the library. Iris waited until the door shut behind Loren before impatiently tearing the envelope open. Pictures fell out of the package on the table when she failed to stop it from ripping abruptly. She tossed the empty paper aside and picked up the pictures to observe the content on them. Iris felt her breath clog in her throat as she looked through the pictures and her breathing became more erratic with each picture. Her hands trembled harshly as her body fought to process what she was seeing. “Oh my god” Iris choked out. She was horrified at the pictures staring at her in the face.

Voice cracking, she took a step closer but he put his hand in between furiously, glaring at her to stop immediately. “I don’t know who put it here. It was not me.” Annalise tried to reason but he stopped her. “Enough,” Hissing, he came closer himself, looking at his picture and then at her fretful face with pure repulsion. “Please, believe me, Vincent.” Annalise whispered desperately, trying to make him listen but no justification could tell how those pictures came. “Believe in what, Annalise? If you didn’t take those pictures then who did?” He snarled, disgusted to think how she was invading his privacy.

Conan shrugged “ well not exactly , you gotta see the content “ “ what the actual fuck “ ten or so pictures dropped open from the envelope , all my words got lost at once as I gazed at the photographs that had fallen on the ground . Each of the photograph was filled with proactiveness , a girl was sitting in a dingy room on a chair , clad in a fluffy and lacy lingerie , in another she was completely naked with nipple piercings - but the scary thing was , the girl in the photos didn’t look proactive at all compared to her dress , she was covered in blood , I couldn’t see her face as in each photograph her face was mutilated as if someone had clicked on the photos and then use a sharp blade to

perplexing intimacy I was growing more forgetful and disorganized. I needed to do something. Something to distract me from my restless thoughts. A bright unquestionably cunning idea then burst into being. On I*******m. Yes I could log on and snap a few photos in his absurdly lavish room perhaps even a selfie in his enormous pricey bed appearing appropriately distant and enigmatic.

’ she exclaims. There she was, splattered on every surface of the room. Different sizes and images of her. One had her laughing, the other brushing her hair away from her face, and another of her eating. What bothered her more were the pictures of her in different states of undress. In one she was in a bath towel, another in her underwear, while the others had every outfit she has donned in the past year. She even had one in the lingerie she was wearing right now. The pose reminded her about that night she wanted to send Max a naughty video, to which he ended abruptly.

I was too shocked to form a reply, so she used the silence to continue. "But do not worry, I did not take any naked pictures of you. I wanted to save my prize for when I had earned it," Lisa stated. "That moment when you willingly unzip your pants and scoop out that fat, rock-hard taken d*ck for me... that moment is too delicious to waste." She paused, her finger grazing over her protruding nipple, clearly enjoying these thoughts. I did not know what to say, and my eyes slid back to the pictures of my girlfriend. "So, in my computer, I labeled these pictures 'The Disaster Zone', for obvious reasons," she began.

My hands trembled as I shakily viewed the pictures one after the other. My heart rammed in my chest as each picture looked clearer than the previous one. I could swear my vision almost went blurry for a split second staring down at the screen. I zoomed in on the man's face, refusing to believe that the man who looked delirious as he mouthed the woman's boobs was my man. There were over a hundred different angles of him having sex with with this woman, and Aiden’s face was AS CLEAR AS DAY!

Something peeked out from inside. She hesitated. But curiosity won. Inside were small bottles of pills. She read the labels one by one. Erectile dysfunction medication. Her breath snagged. And beneath them… a photograph. A woman’s face. Devina. The picture had been slashed with black ink—crossed out, torn at the corner, as if someone had hurt it on purpose. Click. The door shut on its own. Softly, but enough to stiffen her spine. From the dark corner of the room, footsteps approached. Calm. Heavy.

He has a smile the entire time when he stares at my pictures. "I want them all. Send me the pictures later, Thea", he tells her. "Sure. I will", Thea smiles. Christian swipes and I also watch them until the most unexpected thing crosses my eyes. I shudder, freezing my eyes at the screen. There's a picture of me falling on the chest of one of those strippers! My brain stops working. When did this happen? When did I— I shake my head in disbelief. "Ops— these are—" Thea strives to snatch the phone from Christian's hands but he doesn't leave it.

Jean throws the photos at me, and I am confused. My eyes widen after seeing the photos, "Wait, I can't remember that I did this." It's a picture of me having sex with many guys in a room, not only that the person he punched was in the picture. My tears suddenly fall as I view the photos. Was this the reason why Jean acted so recklessly because of this? While seeing the photos, I couldn't help myself to feel disgusted as I did this horrifying thing.