Novel & Cerita Unnerving Images

Roman sneers. One thing I’ve grown to loathe since escaping B-20 -- I have an incredibly vivid imagination. In this field of work, it’s a curse. Every time I see a new video posted on the dark web or get intel on a new enemy—the first thoughts that come to mind are all the depraved, sick things being done to these women and children. My mind tortures me with those images. And later, I’ll be plagued by them, except it’ll be my girl they’re hurting.

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.

strained to get my eyes open because of the Ray of sunlight peeping through the blinds. Holy shit! I cursed and flicked my eyes open looking all over the unfamiliar room I am in. I tried to get up but a strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist and we were completely naked. What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed?

Stella, "Kai, you look incredibly handsome tonight... I can't believe how fortunate I am to have someone like you interested in me. My mind is in such disarray that I can no longer distinguish between what's real and what's just my imagination. I keep seeing that awful person everywhere, even when they're not actually there, and my nightmares are becoming increasingly worse. Lately, I find myself crying more than I smile. All I want is for this nightmare to end so I can move forward with my life and regain a sense of normalcy as a teenager again."

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

I caught sight of a small camera placed on the table at the corner of the room, so I stood up to pick it up. And that’s when I just remembered the conversation Gonzalo and I had last night, fuck! I almost forgot, I immediately opened the camera and I saw the only content video in it, so I played it. It's our sex video last night. ******************************************* One month later... Avianna's POV

My chest tightened as I opened it. It was a photograph. Lilian lay in a hospital bed, looking pale and fragile. Beside her, Raymond sat quietly peeling an apple for her. His expression softened as he looked at her. The tenderness in his eyes was impossible to miss. It was a tenderness I had never received from him.

I am certain that we share not just the same look, but the same feeling of confusion. “You’ve seen it?” Reidar asks. “We’ve…” Shaking my head, I let out a long breath. “There is no way for me to explain this without sounding crazy. We’ve been having shared visions of a woman with a mark that is…” I look back at Magnus and he nods in understanding. This time, I don’t even have to say anything in our weird link. He pulls his shirt off and I do the same, turning so that they can see our marks.

I'm giving a background check of myself here! "Do you hear what they are saying? They're making too many noises." I whispered with a glint of frustration from their noise. "Them? The table beside us, right?" Maxine replies in a provocative way that she even points at the other table. Of course, I quickly put her hand down because it is embarrassing. "Ah because there is someone- Wait don't tell me you guys haven't heard the news yet?" Maxine replies with confusion. "What news?" says Ella "Is it today, Max?" Maine quickly hops on the conversation

Urgent. With the call still on speaker, I tapped open W******p. The screen lit up— text after text, image after image, flooding in from an unknown number. No name. No context. Just a stream of messages, each one more unsettling than the last. The images were more graphic than ever. Some were real— me in the shower, unaware, water cascading down my back, my silhouette visible through the frosted glass. Others were AI-generated nightmares— me with men I’d never met, women I didn’t know, in poses too vulgar to describe. My body twisted, contorted, displayed like a product.