Springtrap X Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

Freya’s pov I thrashed in his grip, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. The golden-eyed man barely reacted, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist, a silent reminder that my strength was nothing compared to his. He was tall—too tall—and his presence was suffocating. The moment his strong hand touched my skin, a shiver of horror ran down my spine “Let go of me!” I hissed, twisting in his grasp as my feet scraped against the cold stone floor of the dimly lit auction house

My whole body went rigid, turning into a icy block as cold started to compress my heart. The safeword. What was it? Dessert. Yes. It came to the tip of my tongue and I was about to blurt it out when he said my name and then his fingers were around my thrust as he forcefully tugged me out of my mind and a second later a sharp sting on my pussy registered. He just spanked my pûssy. I opened my eyes and met his golden gaze. “Stay with me. Don't let anyone have any part of you. You belong to me. You are mine.”

I push him out of my way as it has become one of his habits to block my way. He follows me chuckling like a hyena, while his chunky black combat boots chunk against the wooden floor. I walk down the staircase and walk near the narrow passage stage and take a seat. The curtains that cover the main stage are down; they are nice red silky curtains. Jake walks behind the main stage and turns on the music, he plays the song I have to learn the choreography to. Ironically Cheryl the beautiful blonde chose ‘Prisoner’ by The Weeknd. Maybe she did it to poke fun at me, I don’t know. But as far as I saw she’s the best out of all the strippers, she knows what she’s doing.

The other guy quickly endured the pain to pursue her again. "Help! Please assist me! Someone, please assist me!" Anne ran, clutching her coat and yelling for help. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of construction machinery from the next-door construction site, and no one could hear her. The furniture on the shelves fell everywhere while the two struggled, causing Anne to run and fall again. The man's claws are closing in on Anne, and his hair hides most of his face. But the frenzied expression terrified Anne, who was determined not to fall into his hands again. Someone or something appeared to have knocked him down as that monstrous hand was about to grab Anne again. Anne paused for

I try to sit straight but he easily overpowers me, straddles me, and gets me stuck underneath him. "What are you doing?" I panicked. "Showing you who you belong to," I visibly paled at his remark. It had to be a joke, a very cruel one. Ivan grips my T-shirt and yanks at the cloth with full force, shredding it from top to bottom and throws it on the floor. His lips instantly latch on one of my tits, sucking on my nipple while he cupped the other. His motion was swift and out of the blue. "No, no... Please stop," I stammered as I tried hard to get away from his tight grip but to no avail.

He dragged her to the center of the broad and tall grasses, and she felt even more terror she actually fell into the hands of this ugly worst creature ever! "Let me go! Let me go!" She fought hard, really hard, but he was just so strong that her little strength was nothing compared to his! If she was afraid around Greg, what's more to this maniac who obviously lusts for her and will do everything just to get her and satisfy himself in a way that he can do! She bit his hand, which definitely stopped him, and then he cried with pain as she stepped on his foot so that she could get freed.

“This is your last chance. Screw up again, and it’s over.” Freddie smirks, taking a long drag from his cigarette with weeds. “Yeah, it’s risky, but we can pull it off. We play our cards right, get you close to Travis, and then we have everything we need. You can go back to living the high life, and we can all profit.” Spring feels a twisted sense of hope stir within her. It’s dangerous, but it could work. “Fine,” she says, her voice cold and calculating. “But we do it my way. No more screw-ups.”

"Well, I must have done something for you to reject me immediately we found out we were mates." "Yeah..about that, I was stupid, and it's one of the reasons why I'm sorry." "You were stupid," I say, and I smack his head. "Awwww.." he says, and rubs his head. Immediately, I smack his head again, but a nut falls on my head. "Awww.." I say and look up. It is a squirrel. "Karma's really a bitch," Jordan states. "Fuck you, karma," I shout, and we both laugh.

"Frieda, I can't control myself. I see you as the target." "Fight it," I begged, kneeling by her. "You are stronger than this. Please fight for us." "No, I am not." Tears fell fast. "I want to kill you, but I do not want to hurt you." She grabbed a gun from the guard. "Serena! No," I cried out loudly. "I love you, Frieda," she whispered. "I'm sorry for everything.” "Please do not," I begged. "It is the only way to make the conditioning stop."

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.