Guide Novels & Stories

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

Before I knew it, I was almost asleep. "Alright, I'm all done. Relax here and when you feel like it, you can go ahead and put your robe back on. I will wait outside to take you to the lounge to wait for your friends." he said as he closed the door. I got up slowly and put on my robe. I opened the door and followed him to a large room. "We have massage chairs and tv's. I will set up a foot bath for you and I would recommend that you drink lots of our cucumber water to help flush toxins from your system." he said as we walked in.

All said and done it was him who had guided her. Lyam Martin was welcomed with resounding applauds. He got to the stage. He was wearing a black tuxedo, his gray hair combed back. Angela shot him a smile and greeted him, Martin mimicked the gesture except there was a hint of condascend in his smile before he shifted his gaze to the audience. Angela was on her wheelchair beside him. The hall sank into silence as he took the mic from Angela to speak.

The gold letters on the front read: *VOSS ESTATE SECURITY LOGS — HIGH ACCESS. My hands shook violently as I reached into the dark opening. This was it. This book held the records of everyone who had touched the security grid, everyone who had been given the codes to the island, and everyone who had passed through the mansion gates over the last month. I opened the cover, trying to read the tiny typed numbers under the pale moonlight. Before my eyes could focus on the first name on the list, a cold shadow suddenly fell over the desk, blocking out the light from the window.

But something about the short, slim girl with curly hair in front of me makes me feel comfortable. Credit to her, when I say my name there is clearly a moment where she realises whom I am, as her eyes get wider and her grip on my hand tightens but she says nothing and stays clam and sweet with me. “Well, this way then” she starts guiding me “Let me know if there is anything you want to stop at on the way. These are things like clubs and groups you can join and societies as well as employers” she says gesturing to the array of bustling tables.

Chloe’s POV Mia didn’t waste time. She pulled a small notebook from her bag and flipped it open. “Start from the beginning,” she said. “Security layout. Cameras. Entry points. What did you see?” I described everything carefully. The gate rotation. The garage side panel. The foyer layout. The staircases. The keypad door at the end of the corridor. She listened without interrupting. “Keypad means numeric code,” she said after a moment. “Four digits?”

" I haven't." “Good." He said with a contented smile. He pulled the bag closer and took out another one. It was metal and it looked heavy. This one was shaped like a tear drop, with a base that was wide and tip that was sleek. “In case you don't like the one that vibrates, this one is for newbies." “I don't want the one for newbies." I said too quickly. “Cristela, your brain doesn't know that vibrations should be going on back there... We could use this one to test the waters and see how you like it, it's easy to pull out and..."

Bright

Her whole body shaking against mine and muffled sounds coming out of her that had no coherent meaning. Then we laid there in the wreckage of it all. Breathing. Sticky. Sheets completely destroyed. "Well…" I breathed to the ceiling after a moment. "Yeah," she replied. That best friend's mind thing happening again. We had barely gathered ourselves when Stephanie rolled over and reached into the stack of textbooks on the desk. “What… where are you going?" I asked, sincerely confused. She didn't answer. She didn't pull out a textbook from the stack. She pulled out a DILDO!

And now he gently pulls on my arm, guiding me as I walk to move towards someone's yard. "Wait, what the fuck is that?" I ask, my mind finally making a connection in it's haze. We are in someone else's yard now, a very fancy looking yard too. He's guiding me to a bench, but it's the type of bench that has many slots/planks, so there is space between each plank. And he's shoved something through one of these planks so it sticks straight up about ten or so inches.