Pink Corruption の小説・ストーリー

TORREN POV The ghost mask feels like a second skin, the internal voice modulator humming as I scale the fence of the Michigan estate. I’m not using chloroform tonight; it’s too slow, too cinematic. I have a tactical sedative patch in my bag- one touch to the neck and he’s out in three seconds.

My eyes stung with tears, my lips wobbled. "And unfortunately, you fit into the other category. So I'm afraid I'd have to reject you." My heart shattered, the tears spilled ,rolling down my cheeks. This is humiliating. I held in a sob as I studied my shoes. “Hey, don't cry," he mused, tilting my face up with his fingers that had left my hair under my jaw. “It’s better this way, trust me. Or would you rather I keep you as a plaything, use you till there’s nothing left?" he asked while raking his eyes down my body. "I wouldn't m-" he was cut off by a swift punch against his left cheek. My heart ached, my head ached , everything ached. The movements around me were a blur, my head was light, I f

“I was going to tell you about that.” “When?” “Eventually.” Quentin raised an eyebrow. “That sounds familiar.” Verity covered her face. “Fine. I’m sorry.” “For entering?” “Yes.” “For guessing the password?” “Yes.” “For calling Monica to help you?” Her hands dropped. “How do you know I called Monica?” “I didn’t.” Verity stared at him. Quentin’s smile widened. “You just told me yourself.” “You are horrible.” “And yet you removed the expiration date.” She narrowed her eyes. “I can put it back.”

I wrapped my hands around her back and consoled her. “Manvi please don't cry..what’s the matter,” I asked in concern. She parted the hug and showed her hands “look at this, Mumma said it's the biggest blessing if the colour is dark but I only have burnt hands'' she said plainly. I held her hand and kissed her wound gently, she closed her eyes. “Manvi, It's just a ritual and not any Henna’s colour will be evidence to show how deeply I love you..” I exclaimed.

She smiled mockingly and began to speak. "Same faces. I thought you all dropped the subject during the intramurals because you found out that I'll be replacing Mr. Topaz in this section for this subject, which of course, you failed last semester," her smile was shining and was trying to illuminate power. But nobody spoke except Marco, who muttered something under his nose. "We failed because of your unending corruption, frog," he uttered as she continued.

When Val looks back, he almost forgets everything in the city and his maids when this innocent girl broke his promise not to play bad boy again. Her deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks made her look cute and irresistible. She was wearing a duster as he saw in a movie when a girl got pregnant. Her skin tone was perfect, a true Filipina shade, morena beauty. Her body's petite shape made him more excited to throw her on the bed. He likes small girls with huge tits and butt. He blush in shame when she spoke. He gulped his saliva by staring at her natural beauty. "I'm so sorry for being naive." He replied and the girl smiled at him.

That didn't feel too good but the system was in the works and there's nothing I could do about it. It was an all girls boarding school. As you can imagine, those four years were full of drama and memorable moments. Being bi-sexual didn't bond too well in the conservative African environment that we live in. It was chalked up to sexual immorality and at best, just teenage hormones. I think being in a girls boarding school did nothing to ease that and if anything just amplified the so-called hormones.

Kristen This place was sick. I was crying myself to death, I wanted to scratch each inch of my skin to get rid of their hands all over my body. Their laughs and moans were plastered in my memory. I was mentally shrieking as loud as I could so that I could silence their voices in my head loudly, but they were still there. They didn’t miss any part of my body to remain untouched; not even my vagina. I couldn’t feel anything other than humiliation and disgust, the thoughts were killing me and I couldn’t stop crying.

My hands quickly left my shirt, fisting the sheets instead. "You're there, baby." Fuck. What these vibrations were doing to me. "Come on, come for me, my little whore." Following his words, he pinched the inside of my thigh hard. The degradation undid me as a wave of ecstasy ran through me. It was foreign and thrilling. My eyes rolled back and my toes curled as I was relieved of the pressure I'd been feeling seconds before. It was an overwhelming feeling; one I wanted to stop, but at the same time, wanted to feel like that for the rest of my life.

They’re terrible at many things, but lying isn’t one of them. I sigh. “I always suspected Pink Scarlet.” Kiara snorts. “Of course you did.” Pink Scarlet. Poor girl. Life hadn’t been generous to her — a large black mole on her hairy chin, mousy-brown locks like a dirty wet mop, and she was big … huge as an ox — and for reasons known only to the universe, she hated me on sight. “Could be,” I say. “I still can’t believe she had a prom date,” I mutter. “And got laid. Twice.”