January 28, 2020

5 MINUTES OF MINDFUCK The tip of his finger slid down the spine, feeling every bump in the title along the way. Thin charcoal letters, seared into the creamy white hardcover. He paused. Tilted his head to the side. Raised an eyebrow. Why was he in the back of...

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remorse is her word of honor

November 26, 2019

remorse is her word of honor The familiar taste of hot vomit was creeping up her throat again, but she swallowed it down effortlessly. Every last type of alcohol in the room was in her stomach, broiling to the rhythm of Rip Her to Shreds that threatened to blow...