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What was it like to step outside? Omisha pressed her cheek against the cool window sill, just as she did for the past twenty-years when the clock struck twelve, staring through her faint yet pale reflection out into the black. Was it what they called the night? Where were the stars? The moon? Not that she ever saw them. She only ever read about them in a book. Air ...
“What if it’s a girl?” Her beautiful smile faded away. “What?” “What if it’s a girl Ernest?” Hannah repeated softly, caressing her swollen belly. Ernest frowned, pulling his lady close into a warm embrace, “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean.” Hannah was dead serious. She separated, disturbing the blankets wrapped around them. She covered her body, not letting her bare chest be e...
Trigger warning: rape The silence beneath the glaring yet pleasant Sun reminded him of a time long, long ago. It was a time riddled with nothing but the scent of blood; sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. It was in that time he made his first kill. The man was a soldier, simply performing his duty. He must have had mouths to feed. So was it right? “Yes.” Caesar unconsciously whispered to himself. Those who inflict pain without cause lose the right to live. This tender quie...
“Leave. Now.” Even as Isaiah spoke these two words, he could barely breathe. Shackles gripped his throat, tightening and tightening until he choked with rage and fury. He panted, gasping for breath and struggling to loosen these chains. “Leave,” he repeated, his voice barely steady. “I have nothing to say to you.” “Then just listen. Please.” Isaiah would not meet her eyes; he did not want to give her...
Blood. All around, blood pooled beneath piles of corpses. Movement stirred, causing disturbance in the light of day as it shifted with the shadows on the red ground. Utter shock shackled his legs, gripping tighter and tighter as he stared at his trembling hands. The warm liquid dripped between his fingers but the blood was not his own. He knew because murderers never bled. He slowly looked around, watching with ho...
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