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Disclaimer: This represents a dark fantasy and in no way indicates that I condone violence or rape in real life. ________________________________________________________ She's apprehensive



Night time, walking alone returning from some unknown place. Walking briskly, the quiet of the night disturbed only by the occasional car and the sound of her heels on the pavement
Jade sat in her room, contemplating whether to ask her brother or not. She wanted to go on another horse ride, but for a very different reason. She had talked it over with her sister, and she was excited by the idea



Evil Souls Have No Limits I am looking down at an enclosed file. After opening, I read over the file. The file lists my next target. I do not know what this man has done or who wants him dead. He and his family are my next targets



Chapter Eighteen: Angels and Demons Having been born into the lifestyle, it was only natural that Rich was now deeply immersed in it. He had been born to a prostitute, and no one ever knew who his father was
[b] A Fate Worse Than Death - Chapter 01 That last punch literally popped one of my eyes out of my head



“Jeanne!” I woke from my usual Thursday-afternoon daze. Groggily, I got up from my desk to see what my mother wanted. “Yes?” I called back. “Come down here a minute.” Her tone sounded somewhat excited, which woke me up rather quickly



Story : Getting it right: finally (rape, violence, wife, revenge, wimp husband) This is a story originally published on another site by a " writer" that calls himself Noah frog. The first part is what this purveyor of brutal humiliation porn the second is my answer to Noafrog
“Where did your wife go,” she asks as we pull up and notice her car missing. “She says she’s at work, but I’m pretty sure she’s screwing around. “How can you live like this,” she asks me as she lights another joint. “I don’t know,” is all I can answer
Part2 Pam wakes after a long sleepless night. She spent the night contemplating her dilemma hoping she still has a marriage. She listens for Jack, hearing him in the kitchen and pots rattling. Pam slowly makes her way to the kitchen after her morning routine



Tyler turns to slam the door but his guard is dropped I take my chance and turn to run at the door but it slam's shut on my fingers, I drop to the floor in pain and grip my hand
A dull popping sound entered his consciousness. It was accompanied by a stinging sensation on his thigh. It happened again and he moved, hoping that whatever was stinging him would go away. A third ‘pop’ and its accompanying sting brought him awake



A private party at The Cantina Club gets a little out of hand when a man dressed as a pilot from the Vietnam era comes into the club. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY


CHAPTER 5: STONES OF SEKENIG "My liege, I present Miss Kimber and her companion, Jonath," the servant announced. "Ah, you have come at last," said Duke Harold. He motioned to the regal looking woman sitting beside him, "This is my wife, the Duchess Olivia



“Please, just let me go. I didn’t mean this.” Lucy pleaded, shaking. She was naked, cold and scared. Her hands were tied in front of her, and the rough material burned her arms. She was in a cellar of sorts, but it was clean, and very bright. “We made a deal, Lucy