The Adventures of Marcus Montserrat
He was often asked if he minded being referred to as "Mark" but he always insisted on "Marcus". He felt it gave him a certain debonair image, especially when combined with his surname Montserrat. That wasn't his real surname, of course - but Marcus Brown didn't lend him the kind of mysterious intrigue he was aiming for, so instead, he had adopted the name Marcus Montserrat since he liked the sound of it.
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He had nearly completed the puzzle but already he had a sense of foreboding because there were too many gaps and not enough pieces left. He checked the carpet beneath him but it was clear, no pieces there. He checked under the table he was working on but again, nothing. Why had he not checked before he had started? Although how could he know? This was a one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle - was he really expected to sit there and count all one thousand pieces before he began? They should all be there but he had bought this jigsaw impulsively as he was browsing in a charity shop. The pieces had been sealed in a see-through plastic bag so he had assumed that the pieces had been unused or at the very least, checked and counted.
She shivered a little. He had left her there in the cave and she didn't know when he would be back. He knew she wouldn't leave - he had complete control of her. She rubbed her pussy absentmindedly as she repeated her mantra "Master owns my body and controls my mind". She felt the familiar ripples of pleasure rush through her as she whispered those words. She didn't feel confident enough to speak any louder, not here where it was getting dark and spooky. There was still light coming through the cave entrance but it was fading as night started to fall - would he leave her here overnight? She knew he was capable of it, he could be cruel and heartless but equally, she knew he never truly forgot her.. he always maintained control and that included control of her physical and mental wellbeing. He was responsible for her, he knew that. She trusted him in that way - he was forever finding new ways to excite and degrade her in equal measure, forever exerting and extending his power over her.
It wasn’t often that Brian found himself scared. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he had feared anything. It was like that particular gene had been left out when God had made him. However, he was experiencing intense fear now. He didn’t know the exact cause of it but he suspected it had a lot to do with the man wearing the purple hat. He had seen him many times over the past few weeks. He saw him lurking in bus shelters on rainy days. He saw him smoking a cigarette in alleyways. He saw him sitting on rooftops or driving lorries. Brian knew the man couldn’t possibly be in all of those places. It was too much of a coincidence. No, Brian knew the man with the purple hat was a figment of his imagination. He just didn’t know what it meant.
The Mythical Xiongmao
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a mythical creature whose name was whispered throughout the kingdom. The name spoke of fiery breath and silvery scales, a creature so fearsome that no one would dare approach its lair. Until that is, a young wizard by the name of Harry (no not that one, that would be plagiarism - it's a coincidence) vowed to all his friends that he and he alone would be the first to tackle the mythical Xiongmao.
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"Tap, tap". "Come on, son, time to move," said Julian, tugging on his son's arm. "Ughh, what time is it?" his groggy eleven-year-old asked, as he tried to roll over and continue his slumber.
It wasn't a long time ago that he remembered the sunny days and the relaxed feelings he had associated with them. Lazy days in the park, sipping a beer and watching the world unfold around him. He had been content back then, at peace with the world generally. Life had been good, he had his wife Angel and his two children, a boy and a girl. He had his career, sure it was nothing too exciting, an accountant for a local firm but he had pulled in decent money, enough to make their lives comfortable, at least. They had been happy, not wondrously ecstatically happy like in the movies - they had experienced some arguments, some disagreements - the planets hadn't always been perfectly aligned and occasionally he had felt as if he'd wanted to walk off on his own, away from it all.. but he thought any married man might occasionally feel that way - it didn't mean he'd ever seriously considered doing it. He had loved his wife and of course, his children. They had become his world and he had been glad of that. Until he found that book