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I had been in college for only a few months now, and already I was beginning to feel lonely and isolated. I’d never been much of a social butterfly in my life; I’d always kept to myself save for a few close friends



Chapter 22 Halvatia Curry hummed softly as she cleaned the collard greens for dinner. The murmur of laughter caused her to look up and out the kitchen window. There in the gazebo sat the Crafton's, Carter and Caitlin along with their mother


Debbie had dialled the police station desk three times. Each time as a voice greeted her she had hung up



Chapter Two: Destroying Innocence Lily ended up not being able to hold in her cries, so he duct taped her mouth, shutting off any sounds. Her eyes kept following her every mouth, frigtened and fearful



This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event
Gerard, Tim’s older brother (half-brother actually, their mom couldn’t remember who their fathers were), had had enough. Too often had they seen Tim with bruises on his arms or a slap mark on his face, too often had he heard Tim screaming or crying himself to sleep



Scarlet was a beautiful young woman, sixteen years of age and skin fair as a cold spring day. With eyes so blue that even the sky coveted their vibrant color, she was the object of every mans fantasy
Alice was trembling already as she walked down the street. The sun was high making the street hot and she was almost thankful for the outfit she wore. The skirt was really high on her thighs, perhaps half an inch from her pussy. Following His rules she wore no underwhere



Chapter 2 Journal December 25th, 11:00 pm. Today is Christmas, I got mostly clothes. My mom did gave me a journal, she told me it’s good to write down your thoughts if you have no one to talk to. So I’ll give it a try. Dad gave me a new ping pong paddle, I wonder why? Haha



At dawn, Christina was roused from a sleepless night. Her mind was in a whirl after her shocking abduction. It was all so swift and smooth -- the men had come at dusk when she was alone in her secluded home, and had grabbed her and handcuffed her



With a loud click it's door unlocked. It laid in bed for a minute dreading the day the ahead. A week had passed since it was taken by it's master in the kitchen. Since then it spent every moment thinking of a way to escape. It tried very hard to remember being free



The Futa Fairy – Futa Cop's Wild Wish Chapter Three: Office Cindy's Hot Suspect By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Whatever had me angry was forgotten in the eager need to chase the sea-green sedan racing down Ainsworth from the direction of my daughter's college
In her dressingroom With a make-up wipe I took the orange glaze, the white glitter and the sweat of my face. It was always such a satisfying moment



The Debt "To what do I owe the honor of a personal visit from the Big Man's boys?" Bernie asked as he was shoved roughly into the smoke darkened room



Chapter 13 Andre Learns to Submit Andre it’s been 3 weeks since I began my training and I have learned a lot. Today is the day that I must learn to submit I already know that it not for me. I have learned how to weld a whip turns out I am good even D has said so