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I see with horror pictures of the men who are part of my daily life and me. They are all there. From the old newspaper vendor on the corner to the food delivery man. From the maintenance man to the manager of my company. The bastard remains silent and just watches my reaction. I swallow hard because that's the effect all the men in this damn Family have when they target someone: dread. The chilling fear. The kind that makes you freeze in place and forget which Saint to beg for help. When the men of the Family want to get something, they send capos. When they still don't get it, they send Santo. Nobody says no to Santo. At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell.

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I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

She stood back-to-back with Julian. Her doctor’s clothes were ripped. Her hair was tangled and wild. A deep ache settled in her chest. Every time one of those monsters touched the page, Maya felt her memories tremble. These things weren’t just monsters. They were bugs—errors in the computer system, hungry for the story. “The Author said the secret is in the title!” Maya shouted, as the scratching of a thousand tiny legs got louder. “The title of the 100th chapter!” “How do you find a title for a chapter that hasn’t been written yet?” Julian asked. He kicked a shadow-creature away. His face twisted in pain when hot black ink scorched his spirit-leg.

I pressed my body into the door, dread washing over me. He walked over with authoritative steps, his eyes unsettling, stripping away every layer of my composure. Each step echoed in my head, making my lungs forget to breathe. He stopped two steps away from me, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt showing his forearms as he murmured, “Is my little thing afraid?” His words landed making shiver run through my body. I just wanted to get away. My hands shook, anxiety rising. His lips curled cruelly, enjoying my misery. “You know BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, and Sadism Masochism,” he whispered, walking closer. His hot breath made me press myself further against the doo

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