Five Nights At Freddy's Puppet Master Novels & Stories

While he was being banged from the back, someone striped him from his upper clothing, pinching two of his molds like they're pinching a salt to prepare its meal. “Ahhhhmmm ahh.” Then his mouth was fed by another big hard meat, which he took without resistance. Then his hands were released by the man doing him from behind. Only to be grabbed by other two feisty men, telling him to flaps their thing, now his working four in one. A fivesome including him. Both back and front were occupied, even his hands were busy, add one eating his molds and another sucking his dick, six personas without mercy. In the end, Polly chooses to close his eyes and let everything happen, enduring.

I fought back with the very last ounce of strength I had left. Jeremy, irritated by my resistance, dealt me a heavy slap, knocking away that final bit of life from me. Carried by the force of his blow, I tumbled forward until I crashed through a door. The lively atmosphere inside the ballroom fell instantly into dead silence. The next second, mocking voices and laughter erupted all around. "Isn't this the younger brother Ms. Parker found five years ago? How did he end up looking like this after all these years?" "Today of all days, he rolls his way in. Look at him—all ragged and filthy like some beggar."

I wanted to do something entirely stupid. By the time dusk began to settle over the city, blurring the skylines into deep purples and neon flashes, I found myself outside a dimly lit nightclub. The bass vibrated right through the heavy glass doors, a low, primal thudding that matched the chaotic rhythm of my heart. I didn't think. I just walked inside. The interior was a heavy fog of strobe lights, sweat, and cheap alcohol, the exact opposite of Six Seven. I marched straight to the bar, pulled out the gold card Damian had given me, and slammed it onto the sticky counter.

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

He added a third finger, stretching me open as he attacked my neck with bites and sucks, marking me. “You’ve been teasing me for years, wearing those short skirts and gowns anytime you come around,” he growled, biting down gently on my earlobe. “Sitting across me at dinner, calling me ‘Mr Blackwood’ like such a good girl while I tried not to imagine bending you over my desk and ruining this tight little cunt. Now look at you, creaming all over Daddy’s fingers in my own damn study.”

★★★★★ DARK VIPERS~TORTURE ROOM* Lucifer walked into the room to see Venom, Blaze and Onyx in the torture room facing a cold blooded Fredrick who was tied to a pole. "He refused Don!" Onyx blurted and Lucifer's eyes narrowed facing Fredrick. "Unclad him!" He demanded and they nodded. "Yes Don!" A minutes later, Fredrick went naked as he was uncladed by the Vipers. His face was down casted as he raised it up slowly to meet Lucifer's gaze on him.

A man worked on the computers and two cops chilled on the other side. “Wassup, Wady?” Arthur yelped. Wade winced. “The van ain’t soundproof, you moron!” Whispered Freddie and punched Arthur on the arm. “Ouch!” Arthur screamed even louder. Freddie put his hand on his mouth. Arthur licked it. “Eww! What are you, five?” Freddie yelled in a whisper and wiped his hand on his shirt while Arthur had a victorious smirk on his face.

After that, Marcus stopped trying. Marcus had been convicted of fraud. Nothing violent. He was forty-one, with the tired face of a man who had spent his life avoiding trouble. Prison was supposed to be a brief stop, a lesson. But on his very first night, the nightmares began. From his very first day in prison, Marcus began having nightmares, always the same dream. He dreamed he was walking down a pitch-black alley. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of rotting fruit. Far ahead, a single streetlamp flickered, casting a weak yellow circle on the ground. Beneath that light stood a woman in a red dress. Her back was to him. Her hair was long and black, hanging like a curtain. And

Afraid I wouldn't believe her, she opened video after video: Connor being whipped until the ground beneath him turned red… dragged into the stables and forced to sleep beside damp manure… hauled onto his feet before dawn and worked until he collapsed face-first into the dirt. Two weeks had turned him into something barely human, skin stretched tight over bone, eyes sunken and empty, almost like a skeleton. However, watching him in agony didn't give me any satisfaction, only emptiness. No amount of torture could return the five years they had stolen from me. "Send me the videos," I said. "Of course!" She sent everything instantly, mistaking my calm for forgiveness, believing I wanted to savor