Murder - Page 18

"Here is another one for you," the man said pushing the young girl into the room. “shame she isn’t a virgin the President. Our clients like virgins too." The president by the name of Donald Trump looked the girl over

Chapter One. Into Africa. Thursday 2nd January 2003. Salford, Manchester, England. ‘Doctor Samantha Roberts,’ I say, answering the phone. ‘Sam? It’s Peter Mendel. Happy new year!’ ‘Hello Peter. Happy new year to you too. Are we all set?’ ‘Yes

The girls were still unconscious when the beast slowly reentered the cold dungeon, quietly walking towards them as the chains held them in place along the wall. The dungeon itself was quite an oddity. It was rank, and the scent of death could be smelled throughout it

Mia went directly into her room slamming the door shut as her father roared at her. "Go to bed!" he screamed bashing the door once. She went to the mirror and stared at herself, her eyes moistened, her mascara leaking down her pale face. Her face was once extremely pretty

akenings 8 ---------------- Natasha was bored, the doctor had totted on for the last 4 days, how great he was and that this plan would finally pay that traitor Tahir, back for all the pain he had put the doctor through

The next three weeks went by in a blur. I was actually sore from all the sexual activities Allison and I shared. I was surprised that she was not raw, in every orifice. I arrived home each evening to find the place immaculate, a warm meal, and a spectacular lover

Brook had to rest, her body was begging for relief, but she kept running up the hill. “I bet they’re at the well” She thought to herself. Brook was almost to the point of collapse as she ran. The sole thought of Will being in danger kept her going