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My hands shook as I slit the seal with a butter knife. “Club Noir cordially invites you to the Annual Auction of Submission. January 15th. Mask required.” I read it four times before the words actually sank in. Then I read it a fifth time, and a sixth, until the elegant script blurred. My stomach twisted so hard I had to sit down on the floor, back against the cabinets, knees drawn up to my chest. I had heard the stories for years. Dancers and writers and photographers, all of us drowning in the same swamp of debt and disappointment, whispering the same name: Alexander Kale.

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Ezra: “Let me GO!” Annalise yelled and I raised an eyebrow. I leaned against the table, looking at the woman whose eyes were wide as if in pain. The woman has been screaming since she opened her eyes two hours ago, and her voice simply grew louder by the minute to the point that I was surprised that she wasn’t tired already.

The waiter came to the table as Mackayla slowly opened the box inside was a gold chain with a diamond encrusted pendant. She stared at Blake as the waiter said "my name is Harlem and I will be your waiter for the evening what can I get you to drink and start with or do you need a few moments." He said as he saw Mackayla's swallow and try to talk around the lump in her throat. "Give us a few moments please Harlem."

Kylan reached over quick, grabbing the little bottle of body oil Mom kept for her massages or whatever, and tossed it to him I heard the cap snap open and then felt the cold oil pouring right down my crack, running over my hole and making me gasp and push back against Dylan’s fingers. He rubbed it in slowly at first, circling my tight ring before pushing one thick finger inside, stretching me open while I moaned and dropped my head lower. The burn felt so good mixed with the pleasure that my stomach tightened again, my cock hanging heavy and leaking strings of pre-cum onto the couch cushion below me.

“No, I mean my real name. ‘Sky’ is a pseudonym as ‘Lylia’ is.” Their jaws dropped. Except for Tamor. “You knew?” “Just that ‘Sky’ isn’t the real one. You thought a bit too long the first time I asked for it.” “So what is your name then?” Jade questioned. “Lilith” There were a few moments of silence. As we processed information. “There is more.” I finally decided to confess to them. I told them everything about that horrific night. Highlighting the red eyes of my tonight’s intruder. “This can’t be the same male.” Tamor reasoned, ”The previous one would rather kill you.”

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

Elena's POV Suppressing my sobbing was the best way to ease the pain as tears flowed down my eyes. I sniffled and checked my phone again, my eyes widening at the lies the bloggers told online. As I glanced around the car, a sense of unease crept over me. I murmured to myself, 'How cruel can they be?' But at that moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the newsmen. The pain that was threatening to overwhelm me was nothing compared to the blisters I had from the hot water burn.