Novel & Cerita Disturbing Pictures

Cold water went down my spine and my muscles became rigid. My thumb swiped it open and saw inappropriate pictures everywhere on my screen. My throat congested and I was finding it very hard to breath. Time froze as I saw pictures of myself in my undies. The first picture had me in a red bra and black panties, the next was me in granny pants and a black bra. The last broke me into tiny pieces, causing a tear to roll down my left cheek. "Are you okay?" Emmet touched me, but I flinched. "Nicole?"

The tension—professional, emotional, dangerous—gathers like a storm. But before either of us can say anything else— My phone vibrates. Again. Ethan notices. “You don’t have to answer,” he says. But the name glowing on the screen turns my blood to ice. Damien. He sent a picture. Maya. Holding Elise’s old stuffed bear. Tears streaked on her cheeks. Damien: She keeps asking for you. My heart fractures cleanly down the center. Ethan’s expression shifts—confusion, curiosity, maybe even a hint of something darker.

What the hell do I think I'm doing? I push back away from him almost as if I've been burnt and my back hits the trash bag again. It's filled to the brim and the impact of my body against it was all it needed to send it's contents spilling over the floor. Alex is peering into my face but I don't meet his eyes as I catch sight of the pictures in the trash bag scattering over the floor. No, those are our pictures. With one glance that way, he'll see that and he'll know I've been looking at pictures of us and reminiscing. With urgency, I push him off and turn fully to the trash bag, my back blocking any view he could have had of it's contents. I reach for the pictures desperately but my hands ar

He cried out across the lot. "Yeah," Shawn retorted his question first. He returned to her question, "I’m not sure why they would need pictures." His mind was racing, marveling at what Dave was up to. He pressed the power button on the camera and turned the chooser so they could view the pictures. Shawn’s eyes surveyed the pictures. All of them were of the four chambers from different views and positions. None of it made any point. Every one of the spectacles appeared to be nothing more than spontaneous silhouettes and lines and runic symbols.

I looked at his name for a few more minutes before deciding to remove and close the contacts in the recent apps. I immediately frowned when I remembered the picture on my home screen. “It's a strange life, yes! Of all the things that my women could see, why does it have to be this picture? Giving such a terrible goosebump,” I said disgustedly while shivering stare at how tightly the nerd Clyde hugged me there in the picture.

He pushed to his feet then, sliding the first pile of pictures over to me and spreading them out, and as I stared down at the pictures, a frown crept into my face, explicit images filling my vision. “I should warn you,” he started, placing his hands on his lips, “some of them are really bad. My friend at NYPD really had to get through a lot to get me these images.” My eyes were boring holes into the pictures on the desk now, burning bright and hot. “What am I looking at?” I demanded in a gruff voice, queasiness starting low in my tummy. Tattered limbs and legs were scattered around in the picture I was staring at, so gruesome a sight.

He decide to see what it was about and just then, his phone went off. “ you’ve got to be kidding me” he said as he stood to find a charger. He found a charger and just as he plugged his phone, he saw something. Lawrence being who he was, never left his window open but there was his window all opened , as it stared at him in the face. He went over to there and closed it . It was there that he started seeing the abnormalities in his house. Firstly he saw that a flower pot had been broken. Secondly he saw his pictures were knocked to a side, like it was hanging one sided. It was a miracle that none of them broke. Though something was off. Amongst his many pictures, the one which had broken

I just let it flow. “Jenna, baby, relax. These are just polaroids, they don’t matter,” My back hit the wall while my head was shaking as I had just gone crazy. My chin wobbled in terror, right now my mind was my biggest enemy, it showed me the image of someone drugging me, abusing my body and then clicking photos without my consent and the chilling part was these pictures were circulating God knew where. Brandon came near me, holding my shoulder and looking at me with caring eyes but I knew they were a lie. I had seen him in a picture with my unconscious body, he lied beside me.

“Can we speak someplace private?” I stare at the pictures scattered on the coffee table of the penthouse suite, my mind blank. There are pictures of women with bruises on various parts of their bodies, some with open wounds and swellings. There is even one of a murder crime scene. “What's this?” I ask, even though I can understand what this is.

My weakened knees collapse to the floor. This batch of pictures belongs to the category I tagged as my 'special' collection. "I'm going crazy... He's going to drive me crazy!" I whimper shakily, my fingers dig into my hair. I can't breathe! The whole world is closing in on me, and I can't escape from these suffocating walls. I should never have taken these pictures. It's the devil's temptation, I'd fallen for it. Now, all I can do is whimper my frustration.