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The scalding heat tore through me, every nerve in my body screaming in silent agony. I tried to cry out, but all that came out were choked, broken gasps. Curled up on the floor, drenched in blood, I barely clung to what was left of my sanity. Luna glanced impatiently at the door, the sound of dogs barking still echoing outside. "Throw her in with the dog!" she ordered. They lifted me off the ground, dragging me toward the door. A thick trail of blood snaked across the once-pristine floor. Quinn frowned slightly, stepping in front of me. "That's enough."

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms to keep from trembling. Trix steps forward, his body shielding me from Salcom’s view. His voice is cold, sharp like a blade. “You talk too much.” Salcom raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Do I? Or is it that you don’t have a plan, Trix? You’ve walked right into my trap, and now you’re grasping at straws. Tell me, what’s your next move?”

Yes, she may be liberated, but it doesn't mean she permits any stranger to get into her and touch her everywhere in her body. Getting annoyed, she tried pushing the man, but he was like an iron that didn't even move. She repeated pushing him, this time with force, so he almost fell into other dancers in the bar. They got annoyed because they were minorly disturbed by that sudden motion from him. She simply rolled her eyes and left the pervert. She even heard him apologize to those who he collided with before he followed her, walking out. "Olivia! Oliv!" He was getting frustrated following her and calling her name.

"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.

Prisca stammered. "Come over here and blow this cock," he ordered, still pointing the pistol to Prisca. Prisca was mad with fear. Clem was going to rape her at gunpoint. She walked slowly towards him, her whole body shaking with fear. "QUICKLY! and don't make a sound, else I'll blow your head off," Clem shouted angrily. She got on her knees, held his dick with her hands, and slowly ushered it into her mouth. "Yeah, good girl," Clem said as she finally took his whole length in.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

My eyes dart from table to table, searching for an empty spot, a place not too exposed. The tray feels heavier with every step. I’m so focused on the table at the far end that I don’t notice anything else until someone’s shoulder slams into mine. The impact jolts me sideways. I stumble, trying to steady the tray when another body brushes past my legs. It seems accidental, but the grip is enough to catch my foot.

TWO YEARS AGO I turned around with my wallet in my hands, before someone unconsciously knocked it over. I turned around to the very shy young adult as she battled with her tripped bag. "I'm sorry" She muttered under her breath as she quickly reached for my cards on the ground. "See what you did there, clumsy imbecile" Someone said to her, giving her a push. Her moist eyes smeared her makeup as her hair dropped unto her shoulders. "Such a clumsy bitch" Another remarked hurtfully as he deliberately spilled the ketchup on her bright yellow dress. "Oops" He said mischievously as he laughed to his friends.

His punch contained such overwhelming force! Billyman's expression changed. Both of their fists then collided. Bang! There were web-like cracks on the floor beneath Jate Woods's feet. Yet he stood still, not even flinching. In contrast, Billyman staggered backwards, leaving deep footprints in the floor. After he steadied himself, a flush crept up his face.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.