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"I’m older than you; I’ve dealt with hundreds of girls like you." "I don’t want to see you," she said, her eyes brimming with tears. Tiodor approached her and caressed her cheek. "Let’s cut the crap, take off your panties," he ordered. The girl thought about it; all those weeks fantasizing about her captor, she really was depraved, but here she was, hundreds of miles from home, with this damned Brazilian man. The girl swallowed hard, something inside her longed to be touched by that man.

Serra's circle was on the corner, near the cabins and beside them was the Captain's along with Maddy who's still crying, looking for her son. A Reaper slithered just in front of Serra, making her heart leaped and her lungs stopped for a moment and pumped back again. The monster looked at her and she could see the sad souls of the people it devoured in its eyes. Up close, the monster smelled like rotten eggs and death. Serra was now shaking, her nerves on breakdown. She tightens her grip on the torch and held it out. The monster backs out, hissing.

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Enraged at the people that sold me, I set the orphanage on fire. That's when the story of my existence started to circulate. They had called me The Reaper. After I started the fire on my old orphanage I was seen by the whole Brakstone City perched on the burning building, holding the scythe with a cloth coiled around my face. It was the same scythe that I had killed my father and the same cloth he'd worn as he died. And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes.

Screech! Bang! The piercing sound of brakes shattered the midnight silence of the neighborhood. Everything happened too fast. A speeding delivery rider on an electric scooter came flying around the corner. He didn't have time to avoid Dad and slammed head-on into him. Dad was thrown nearly seven feet through the air like a rag doll before crashing onto the stone edge of a landscaped planter. "Jayden!" Mom stumbled and crawled toward him. Her hands shook so badly she didn't even dare touch his blood-covered head.

Small and involuntary and immediately suppressed. The way she'd said you could have gotten into the bed like it was a simple practical observation and not the most direct thing she had said to him in three months. His jaw tightened. The elevator opened. Marcus was at the car, his face arranged in the blankness of a man paid not to notice things. Damien got in. The city moved past the glass grey and indifferent. He picked up his phone. Find everything on Raymond Coker, he sent to his head of security. Past, present and future. Everyone he's spoken to. Everywhere he's been.

“All right, let's go.” The two old friends walked away to find a restaurant without noticing the two dark eyes that were intently watching them. After eating, Candy and Richard walked separately. Candy lost her appetite to do shopping and just decided to go home. The house was so quiet when she arrived. She thought that everyone was left for something. She trailed the stairs and went straight to their room. The room was too dark and she didn't notice the man standing behind the door. “Aahhhh!” Candy screamed in fear when a masculine arm hugged her from behind. The man covered her mouth to prevent her from shouting.

" Her screechy voice made my skin crawl. I turned around to see Candy walking towards me with a baseball bat. "You nasty whore, come at me with that, I'll bend you over and fuck you with it." She wasn't scared. She kept walking towards me. "The brotherhood can't protect you from me, Candy, I know they give you some false sense of security, but I already took one of your bodyguards down didnt I?." I started to walk towards her. I saw a man with a gun walk out of the room behind her. He pointed the pistol at me so I stopped. "Shoot me mother fucker." He pulled the hammer back. "Don't tempt me bitch, It's not your time yet, and that's not going to be my pleasure. I am sure though I could call

And yet, it was a testament to his current condition that he could already picture how he would make this woman writhe on his bed, all traces of good banished, her hair knotted in his fist, saliva wetting her swollen lips as he made her scream. She banished all remaining thoughts that he have to go looking for some woman at the club tonight to sate his appetite. His prey was already right in front of him. Could he help it if he wanted to play with her a little before he consumed her? “You,” he said crisply, pivoting from script.

the guy with scarred eyes asked as he stood up from the stool he was crossing his legs with and made way to where Cameron is currently lying in, with her hands and feet tied along with her mouth tightly taped. Cameron who watched the guy with scarred eyes making his way to her direction, she instinctively cowered down, slightly making a low whimper as her eyes turned red. The scarred guy crouched low as he looked down at Cameron who visibly cowered when he approached. His face was very handsome and masculine, but with the scar from his forehead to under the cheeks of his left eye, coupled with the fact that he got an eerie smile on his lips, Cameron can't help but to feel creepy while being