Safe Stories Novels & Stories

Uploaded it. Saved it. Backed it up. Again. And again. Different accounts. Different locations. No single point of failure. Even if my phone was lost— Destroyed— Taken— This video would remain. Untouched. Unreachable. Safe. Because something like this— Something this dangerous— Could not be left vulnerable. I finally lowered my phone. And looked at Amaka. She was quiet. Watching me. Not with fear. But with understanding. “You know what this means,” I said.

"Communication and trust. Not the ropes, not the whip, not the candle, but communication. You need to know what Mr. Alexandro likes, and he needs to know your limits. That's what's called a safeword." "Safeword?" "A safe word. A word that, when you say it, everything stops. No questions, no protests. The moment you say the safeword, the game is over. Understand?" I nodded. "Alexandro already has his own safewords. Red for full stop, yellow for slow down or take a break. Green for continue. Have you memorized them?" "Red stop, yellow slow, green continue." "Good." Mira smiled. "Alright, now let's start with some light practice."

Every smile. Every habit. Every routine. Every vulnerability. Filed away. Waiting for the day they would become useful. Finally, the voice inside the earpiece spoke again. "I don't care about anyone else." "I only want Emily." Silence settled over the room. "Before she remembers." The hacker's gaze shifted from Alexander to Emily. A cold smile slowly formed beneath the mask. "Not yet." "They believe the danger is over." Another pause. "People make their greatest mistakes the moment they convince themselves they're safe."

I guess I looked a bit shocked as His words said as much. "Baby girl, I told you," He spoke in a low tone. "You are not going to get punished anymore. You are important to me. You did however ask what the word safe was. Well, safe means no more pain. No more punishment or getting in trouble. Let me think of an example to help you figure this out. Alright, do you remember when you needed to relieve yourself as I came around the corner there? You were about to fall to the ground and get hurt. I kept you safe. I kept you from getting hurt. I saved you from imminent pain. No more pain, no more getting hurt when I am here to protect you. Does that help better explain what I mean when I say you ar

The dashboard lit up in cold blue. Subject: Elias Hart-Resonance (Iteration 9) Status: Activated 2 hours 14 minutes ago Geofence: Compliant Anomaly score: 0.0004 % She stared at the anomaly score until the numbers blurred. Zero point zero zero zero four percent. Statistically insignificant. She almost laughed. Almost screamed. “Tell me about the night we made up the safe word,” she said without turning around. He exhaled behind her, the sound of a man trying to keep his patience with a crazy person.

I was waiting in the VIP lounge at the airport when a message flashed on the screen. It was the final confirmation letter of my deployment to a war-torn country. "Dear Mr. Marcus Shaffer, according to the International Peacekeeping Forces Special Regulation, clause 17 of the Non-Disclosure Act, you have agreed to join the body disposal team's "Net Zero Action Plan". "Flight CE1316 will be involved in a staged flight disaster, and you will forever lose your citizenship in your home country. Do you agree to proceed?"

Mariya responded, while looking hesitant. "We're still crossing our fingers! Never say never, Mariya!" Mia encourages their friend. ========================== At the very same time. Francia is currently talking to someone over the phone. "You don't have to worry anymore. I can assure you that Mariya is safe. I will keep my promise to protect her from all harm and danger. But I have to ask you---are you ready to face her?" The caller from another line answers, and the old woman lets out a helpless sigh.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

I shouldn’t be worrying about being tailed. I was shuffling through the papers left on my desk, some needed me to enter data into the unified cloud server that was fortified and held most of the clients’ information. Though, Mr Emerson was extra safe with more sensitive pieces of data. Paper always was safer than anything electrical. It would be terribly difficult for a hacker to get into a stack of dead trees. It became quite mindless, my hands on autopilot it reminded me of my first job. Much like this one, I had been a part-time receptionist at a small solicitors' office. I did a lot of filing and entering data, which became second nature.

"Did he hit you?" I couldn't answer but tears were running down my face now and that was answer enough. Something dark and violent crossed Dante's face. "How did you escape?" "He went on a trip and forgot to lock the bathroom window. I climbed out with nothing. No money. No clothes. I just ran." I was shaking now and I couldn't stop. "I stayed in shelters until Mom met Richard. I thought I was finally safe." "You are safe." Dante's thumb wiped away my tears. "Because he's never getting near you again."