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Just a Taste Part 22. Content Warning.
Ch 22: Through Guts and Hellfire Dylan December 25th, 2024- Abandoned Orphanage- 7:03 PM Her words set me ablaze with passion. Our lips collided in a feverish embrace; something I've desperately missed these past two days. She wanted to feel alive? Oh, she gave me permission to unleash the beast within.
By Rain Dayze11 days ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 5. Content Warning.
Welcome, everyone, to the thrilling finale of Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale! Thank you all for your continued support in this project that means the world to me. In the future, I plan to release a collection of other stories about other domestic abuse survivors. After all, each situation is unique and deserves its own spotlight! Please enjoy!
By Rain Dayze14 days ago in Fiction
May God Have Mercy On Your Soul
His breath was a steady rhythm of in and out as he stared intently at the high-definition screen sitting on the desk in front of him. His right finger tightened on the cold, metallic trigger slowly, he could feel a low hum in the air. She was just sitting there on her couch reading a book. Digital scopes on screen showed him that the weapon was aimed directly at her heart. His finger paused, readings said the weapon wasn't at 100% capacity yet. Heat waves began to show clearly in the air around her. It was even visible on his screen, but she only turned a page in her book and continued reading.
By Lolly Vieira15 days ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Tale💜Part 4
Ch 4: There Were... Separation Pains To this day, I still haven't gotten a proper answer why Hector helped me. The position paid him very well and ensured his job security as long as he stroked his ego. A position many would covet. Evidently, it wasn't enough for him, as he sacrificed his position to save me.
By Rain Dayze16 days ago in Fiction
Claustrophobia
You awaken with no memory of the events prior. You shimmy on your back, dragging yourself backward through this little tunnel. Your claustrophobia sets in as you feel your chest contract. You produce little, stifled breaths, trying not to hyperventilate as you proceed shakily toward a dim light, one shoulder blade at a time. You perceive it to be a few yards away. You think of nothing else but getting to that light, emerging from this dark and suffocating crawlspace, however you ended up in it. As you inch backward, the walls form a bottleneck, and you are forced to pull your elbows in tightly to your chest. The passage constricts further, until your shoulders are abated on either side. You feel yourself beginning to lose control, indeed, to hyperventilate, as the pace of your breathing escalates. You feel a panic building as it begins to overtake you. In the distance, your fingers find the edge of the tunnel. You rip yourself free.
By Noah Husband17 days ago in Fiction
Stitch. The lore of Sara Foxgrave
The night thinned out fast after the rush. A few regulars left early, muttering about the storm rolling in. Bane was one of them. He slipped out without fanfare, without lingering, just a nod toward Josh and a last glance at Sara that she pretended not to notice.
By Syl De'Vil18 days ago in Fiction
