Disturbing Pictures Novels & Stories

The message had come from one of the board members and my chest tightened as I read the text. "There is an upcoming scandal with sexually distressing pics of you and your stepsister. You can either step down now and resign or we expose you to the press without any mercy." I clicked the attached photos with shaking fingers, and there we were. The images were clear—Damien and me, my legs spread wide. One was from the lounge. And another was from the fuck we had in the car. They looked raw and explicit. The look on my face was enough to tell anyone that his cock must have been buried deep inside of my pussy.

It’s another photo. “Please, don’t open your notifications,” Richard says out loud as he stands up, but it’s too late. I look at the photo and I feel like I am going to be sick. It’s a photo of Jo touching herself. Her eyes are closed, her back arches and her hand covering her pussy, her nipples are hard while her legs are wide open. If I didn’t know, these photos were manipulated. I would’ve thought it was real.

TRIGGER WARNING: CONSENT. The pounding in my head trembles my vision. Christ, I am never drinking again. My struggle to change my position and take advantage of the day is met with a familiar stiffness; only the rattling sounds binding me send my eyes wide open. An unfamiliar room, brightly lit with top wall windows that ensure I cannot see outside, but enough light enters that I can see thousands upon thousands of pictures of me lining the walls. Hah... what the hell?

Richard gasped in bewilderment as he stared at the picture that was sent to him. "What is this?" He exclaimed in confusion as he gently zoomed the picture. It was a picture of Stella and Tochukwu in bed, they were both naked. "No, this is impossible," he uttered still finding it hard to believe though the pictures looked very real "This might even be photoshopped," his subconscious mind refuted. "No way, I can't believe this," he affirmed shaking his head in disapproval. Just when he was still contemplating it, another message popped in, it was a video.

illuminating. Derek, I'm particularly excited for you to see the photos from last Tuesday. You know, when you thought you were being so clever, following Sophia to that little coffee shop? The ones where you're clearly stalking my wife, taking pictures of her without her knowledge. Combined with your history of obsessive behavior, they paint quite the disturbing picture.

"Why does he look so familiar?" I flashed my light on the other images. There were pictures of a man and woman most likely his parents holding him as a baby, standing beside him as he grew. But something was… strange. In some of the pictures, their faces were scratched out deliberately. I swallowed. Something about this room felt wrong. I traced the beam of light across the wall until my hand trembled. Because there, near the bottom of the collage, was a photo that shook me to my core. A memory surged forward.

And it changed everything. Marie couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her breathing quickened as she examined the image again, as if a second look might make it disappear. But it didn’t. It was still there—clear, undeniable and more disturbing than she could comprehend. She turned it over, her hands slightly shaking. The back of the photo was blank. No date, no note, nothing to explain why it was here or what it meant. But Marie didn’t need an explanation. Should she put it back? Pretend she never saw it? Or should she dig deeper?

The newest folder was the initials of my name. I opened the folder, my eyebrows furrowed tightly. They were photos of my tiny items and snapshots from different angles of me. I opened the other folders… and realized they were of other women. There were 35 of them in total! I was furious yet terrified at the same time. He was a monster. Suddenly, I heard the rustling of a plastic bag coming from the main door. Then, I heard someone rummaging through the bag to look for keys. He was back!

Irina, whose eyes were raised in surprise, received her own box, and began to unwrap it to see what was inside. "Perhaps a family surprise?" Audrey speculated, and received a shut-up-glare from Isla instantly. "What?!" Irina's lips trembled simultaneously alongside her hands which held pictures, as they fell languorously on the table after being suspended into the air. Audrey and Ivy were quick to pick the pictures on the table to check what was wrong, and they contained grotesque pictures of people's body parts battered and smeared with blood prints. They were pictures and evidence of the fact that some workers had been physically abused by Irina.

Odell took a look and recognized the picture on the display. It was a picture of him. In the picture, he was sleeping with the word ‘bum’ scribbled in green across his face. A sudden torrent of thunderstorms appeared in the landscape that was his previously amiable mental state. He asked with absolute self-control, "Where did these pictures come from?" "It suddenly showed up on our company's official website during the day. The administrators who saw it took it down in no time, so probably not many people saw it yet,” Cliff explained quickly.