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I stood there, the echoes of my mother's laughter haunting the sterile air of the funeral home. The scent of antiseptic and death lingered, a familiar perfume that had once brought me solace in its predictability. But now, it was a grim reminder of the task at hand. Ronald Fischer lay sprawled on the steel table, his body restrained by the cold bite of handcuffs. His gaze, filled with a mixture of defiance and fear, met mine, and a sickening thrill coursed through my veins. The waiting had been a test of…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I tried to squirm away from his mouth, but the restraints held me in place. The sensitivity and pleasure from my previous orgasm were coming back with a vengeance, even with the pain of the birth control removal. “This is so fucked up,” I whimpered, my head flying back at a particularly harsh suck. “You are so fucked up.” The chuckle was the only thing that answered me as it vibrated against me, hurtling me over the edge. The cramping got worse with my orgasm, but for some reason, it didn’t…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The air was ripe with cologne, perfume, musk, and body odor, which made my nose scrunch in disgust. I didn’t like hunting in this club, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, especially since I had let myself go for so long without a feeding. I just needed to find someone who didn’t make me want to gag so I could get myself out of here. Spying a tiny brunette with smooth skin and a loud heartbeat, I approached her. “I noticed you from over there.” I gestured in a direction absentmindedly while…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The numbness that once consumed me, drowning me in its nothingness, had settled into an encompassing calm. It’d stitched the frayed part of me, rounding my once sharp edges. It allowed me to finally settle as if this calmness was the missing piece I had been searching for my entire life. As soon as I arrived home from meeting Saul, I found myself eagerly searching for ways to capture that feeling again without depending on him. Because he might have helped me with my first, but who knew what he would…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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I wasn’t too surprised that she left the house today. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, eager to catch a glimpse of the intricate creative process behind my artist. As I snuck through the back door, I took in the delicious scent of Vanessa and the notes of the dog she loves so much. But something else was here, something masculine, and it sent my beast on edge. Vanessa was mine. Only I could understand her genius and her creativity. I followed his scent like a bloodhound.…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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. The closet felt like my only sanctuary, its narrow walls a fortress against the outside world. Inside, the scent of my nest, the mixture of coconut and vanilla, wrapped around me like a comforting shroud. I had crafted this refuge with my own hands, a secret place where I could be myself, if only for a fleeting moment. The clothes hung high above, obscuring the view from the door, while beneath them lay the soft nest that cradled me. I clutched the burner phone in my trembling hand, my heart pounding…
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77.2 K • Completed
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My body feels like jelly after what feels like sleeping for days. I stir and discover that I'm snuggled against Silas, his muscular body warm and comforting, my head resting on his chest. As I start to remember all that's happened, my eyes spring open and search the ceiling. When did I fall asleep? The shadows on the ceiling are dancing as if alive, but the room is brighter than before, gleaming off the faint mark on my hand. My hand. I lift it to the light, and the tattoo, a complex symbol, shimmers in…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The room was silent, the kind of stillness that presses against your ears, making you hyper-aware of your own breath, of the steady thrum of your pulse. My fingers trembled as I placed the final item at the edge of the circle—a small, polished stone to represent the earth. It glinted under the faint light, a dull sheen, but enough to make me feel its weight, its grounding presence. I stepped back, feeling the faint pull of the elements around me. The air was thick with anticipation, like the room itself…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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“You little bitch!” He spat, repeating his previous declaration. His oily brown hair lay flat against his head, emphasizing his bulbous head. His eyes were bloodshot and tinged with yellow, he must have had been drinking all night again before setting all his anger out on mom. His white t-shirt was stained with brown, something I can only guess was from coffee. His yellow teeth were bared at me, and a grunt escaped them before he charged at me. The snarled grin and a heaving breath was my only…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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The library was quiet, the soft hum of the overhead lights a welcome contrast to the chaos of the student hall. I sighed, sinking into one of the plush armchairs near the back. Bookshelves loomed all around me, tall and shadowed, and the faint scent of old paper filled the air. This was what I needed—a chance to catch my breath and drown out the strange, disturbing thoughts that had plagued me since I stepped onto campus. Being surrounded by books was like slipping into a cocoon, a protective barrier…
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7.9 K • Ongoing
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