Novel & Cerita The Woman Who Was Kept On A Shelf

"Why the shirt?" "She said your dad had saved absolutely nothing in his entire life, but that shirt was the one he wore the longest. It carried his heaviest scent. She wanted to keep it for you, but she was too afraid to give it to you directly. She was terrified that if you saw it, you'd completely break down. "So she cut the shirt into tiny pieces and sewed them into different things. Your pillowcase was one of them." I looked down at my hand. The faint scar on the back of my hand was still there—the one from smashing my fist against the dirt behind the funeral home. Even after healing, it had never entirely faded.

Most of them were just resentful that a woman my age didn't know her place and was supposedly seducing men in the village. If they couldn't control their tongues or keep their husbands in check, why should they take it out on a single woman like me? It was pure envy. Whose fault was it that they were so starved for a man's attention? They could just find someone else they could enjoy their time with. Now, I was different from them. After the renovations were complete, Rodrick and Colby mysteriously covered my eyes and promised a huge surprise. Full of anticipation, I arrived at the once-dilapidated house. It was completely transformed now, furnished with toys I had seen online and dominated

“You are going to end up killing the man.” I looked around the room that we were in, it was more of a bar and office, and I couldn’t help but frown at the number of broken bottles and scattered papers. The liquid from a few bottles poured, and a woman, not older than twenty, sat in the far corner wearing nothing but a bodice and panties, shielded her face as if afraid that she was next in the reign of terror that Konstantin was inflicting within the house’s grounds.

“Doesn't it look strange to you? This shabby place has a top-class electric lock.” Kei nodded, surveying the screen. “I wonder what that bastard hides inside that hut.” The answer came a moment later as two guards walked inside and then pulled out a woman—a woman with her mouth gagged and cuffed hands. My stomach churned. “Holy shit,” Kei breathed out as we both stared at the screen, our eyes widening in horror. “Who the hell is she? Why do they keep her there?” A shudder coursed through me. Releasing a trembling breath, I did a close-up of her face. It was an Asian woman in her late forties, maybe fifties. Certainly, it was hard to guess her age correctly since she was gorgeous…

That brings me to my feet as I put on my coat before hurrying out. Barely reaching the store, I hear the clatters coming from it, mingled with a female’s shrieking voice. To my displeasure, I find the young woman throwing herself against curvy shelves and tables, sliding the items on top of them to the floor while yelling, “Vanities. Everything vain! These are nonsense, and it’s cruel to leave them here with such a high price after your atrocities!” She stops for a moment to look around the store, glaring at my workers who all watch her. “Do you think anyone would waste money on these? They’ll sooner expire and you’ll trash them. Greedy people. Greedy for lives and money…”

Most times they’d run themselves into paranoia which then made it easy for me to swoop in and grab them in my claws. Which was why i couldn’t help the smile on my face as I walked into the shed. It was a big space we kept on the family premises. It was dark, dank and smelt of rust along with other agricultural infused scents that weren’t pleasant to the nostrils. A perfect place to hold the treasure we had today. The star of the fucking show. I strolled forward, stopping in front of a woman strapped tightly to a chair, her eyes blindfolded. I stepped to the side allowing the bright natural light to bathe her frame.

"Better behave." Carla warned before falling back. "Come with me," Said the woman who had been called to attend to me. I took her in. She was thin and gangly, her blond hair touching her waist. She was made to be a breeder. Attractive features and an attractive face, covered with a pristine white gown. She took me to a room. Also bare like the rooms we walked past. A bed and a wooden furniture stood at the center of the room like this was a camp to challenge the minds of people. I hated this place. I needed to out of here. Being in the shack was even better than this place.

Instead she reached out her impractically-shod right foot onto one of the lower shelves so that her legs were splayed across the aisle, one on the shelf, the other on the ladder. Ms. Sharma stood on a low stool in front of her as she slowly passed down various pieces of bric-a-brac to him. She was even more acutely aware that, in this awkward and exposed position with her legs stretched wide apart, he couldn't have helped have noticed her pink pussy lips which were bulging plumply around the narrow gusset of her g-string, only inches from his face. Suddenly, as Claire picked up two delicate porcelain vases, the now-empty top shelf, which quite possibly until now hadn't been touched in years,

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

She didn"t dare to let her guard down and ran left without looking back. Suddenly, she saw a room with open door. She ran in and closed the door behind her. The moment she closed the door, she regretted her decision. This place seemed to be... a wine cellar? In order to keep the taste of wine, cold storage technology was used here, and the temperature was very low. She only stayed for a minute before she trembled all over. "The woman is inside. Why don"t we go in?" "What are we going in for? This is a cold store, as long as we lock the door and don"t let her out. The temperature inside is so low. Let"s freeze her to death!" "You"re so smart!" Their voices came in through the crack in the doo