Glamrock Rockstar Freddy Romane & Geschichten

I huffed deciding whipping something up in the kitchen might be a better distraction. I pulled on an oversized hoodie I had stolen from Raymond two years ago and trudged downstairs to the kitchen. Before I even stepped down the last step, I heard a soft tune drift off towards me. I went over to the living room where the sound was coming from and found Trace seated on the couch. He was barefoot and wearing sweatpants and a faded band tee. His dark hair was styled in that fashionable messy way it always seemed to be in. And he had his guitar across his lap.

Frankie pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I could see the look of pity on his face. He undid everything that was holding me down, and I collapsed into his arms, in pain. Then I saw Corey walk in. He looked at me, then at Rocky. “What the fuck, dude. Were you using me to get to her?” Rocky tried to plead with him, Luca, and Frankie, but I watched as Corey transformed into someone completely different. He balled his fist up and asked his question louder, more demanding. “Fucking answer me.”

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

Bruce took out his phone and said with a smirk, "Just wait and see." ...... Freddy ran after Freya and hurriedly grabbed her hand. As soon as he touched her, his hand was shaken off. "Don't touch me! You're disgusting!" "Freya, listen to me. It's not what you think it is." Freddy hugged Freya anxiously. "Freya, can you please give me a few minutes to clear things up?"

Eager for revenge, Carren strangled Ruby. Jay lifted his chest, but Frederik pushed him back. "Hahaha, don't try so hard, asshole! We've been on the streets longer. We're more dangerous than you think! You see her?" Frederik pointed his head at Carren, smirking. "Carren is a baby-eating creature. She's got a lot of experience breaking older people's necks. That little girl is like a bug to her." Jay growled violently. What energy he had left was concentrated in a single headbutt. He smashed his forehead against Frederik's nose. Frederik's scream followed the crunch of broken bones as he finally disappeared from Jay's body.

"Get lost! Get off of me! Don't touch me!" But her resistance only seemed to fuel Freddy's twisted desire. A dark urge consumed him, his gaze fixated on her tearful state. He yearned to punish her, a twisted fulfillment of a depraved fantasy. As Freddy reached for his belt, the door swung open with a bang. Two figures—a man and a woman—stood framed in the doorway, their expensive clothes marking their affluent status. "My, my, Freddy," a woman in a crimson dress purred, her voice laced with amusement. "Looks like you couldn't resist any longer." She folded her arms, relishing the unfolding chaos.