Soaked In Bleach Streaming Novels & Stories

It had two long slits up either side, a plunging neckline and an open back. “In hindsight we should have found a way to extract you before it got this far, but we really believed that it was the right action to take at the time,” Blaze spoke up again, from the sound of it he was standing right outside the bathroom door. Hearing him admit they’d messed up still didn’t do anything to quell the unease that had lingered since the live stream.

I zip up the body bag after we’re done and push it aside. River grabs the bleach and starts wiping down the bag. I grab the hose to start cleaning all the blood off the floor. Caleb starts cleaning the saws with bleach. Once we’re done, we strip out of our stained clothes, rinse ourselves with water from the hose and change into the clean clothes we brought with us. We dump the clothes and gloves into a bag and put it in the trunk of Caleb’s car. They will be burned later. After, we scrub the place with bleach, put the body bag at the back of Caleb’s car and lock up the place.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

She showed him the video. His face went white. “We have to move Leo,” he said. Maya shook her head. “No. We stay. I am going live right now.” She opened the laptop again. The live stream account was still active. She started the broadcast. Millions joined instantly. Maya looked straight into the camera. “Damson’s mother just sent me this,” she said. She held up her phone and played the video of the van outside the clinic. The chat went wild. Maya kept talking.

(BJ Max) Still being loud and also begging for the donations from his viewers, BJ Max and also the other 3 streamers were continuing their streaming, seemingly already forgotten that just a few minutes ago they were clearly hating and using a single man on their stream. As of right now, since the viewer rates has started to fall down, BJ Max tried to continue with his half baked exercise streams, it was more like a strip tease stream since he just slowly losing his clothes as he streams on top of that he also have the ladies from the White Star Entertainment BJ to also lose their fabric as the time progress. Faced with the slowly losing viewer, he wanted to appeal to the audience by lifting

I felt a shiver trail down my spine as the cold sticky glue ran down from my hair, bathing me slowly in glue. “ Hahaha this is so fun!!!! ” Lena laughed maniacally as she threw the half empty tin on me and grabbed another as she continues to bath me in glue. “Tell me you have this on video ” she called out to all those behind her. “ Currently streaming!! ” I sat in the thick glue and confetti as I felt so weak to do anything rather trying my best not to cry. “ That's enough. ” It all went silent as a rare voice whispered as the air felt heavy with bloodlust.

He took a shower and ate dinner after which he facetimed Caleb. "Guess what Caleb?" Sebastian said. "You bought a new car, " Caleb replied dryly. It was second to none how Sebastian changes his cars. "Unfortunately, No." "Then what is it?" Caleb asked curiously. "Jayda called me this evening." "Are you for real?" Seb replied with a positive nod. He had smiles all over his face. "Wow." "That's amazing." "I know, I can't stop smiling since then." Seb Justified.

Jonah’s fingers kept moving, trying to pull breadcrumbs out of a digital haystack. Damian pulled Elena close, a protective shape against the sudden cold. “We will get them back,” he said, and the conviction in his voice was a vow. Elena clung to him because the rest of the world felt like shifting sand. She wanted to believe him with the whole of her heart. She wanted to believe that love could be a shelter from the storm. Then Jonah looked up from his screen, eyes widened in a way that made the room lean forward. “There’s a feed,” he said. “A live feed just started streaming on an unlisted channel. Someone’s uploading what they present as the originals. It’s being seeded.”

Alex’s POV The room smelled like bleach, the kind that burns your nose and makes your eyes sting. Not clean, not safe—just sharp, like it’s trying to scrub away something that won’t leave. She kept a bottle under the sink, said it kept the rot out. I didn’t know if she meant the tiles or me. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my hands raw from scrubbing. Not because they were dirty. It was something else, something stuck under my skin, no matter how hard I tried to wash it away. The water was cold now, but I kept going.

I better be able to fall back to sleep or this day will suck big time. When my shower is complete, I pull my tampons from under the sink. I fill the sink with soapy water, placing my panties in to soak. Then I make my way to the cozy bed, calling for my return. As I prepare to slip back under the covers, I notice a large red spot in the center of the white sheet. Great. I pull off all the bedding to find both sheets stained. I make my way to the laundry room, stain treat each spot, place bleach in the washer, then start the load. I turn off the end-of-cycle-alert. Task done, I snag a quilt from the sofa before I tuck myself back into bed, pillow covering my eyes.