4 -- Kayla Anyone who has seen the first movie in the Saw series knows the shock that is seeing Jigsaw getting up from the floor of that filthy bathroom at the very end. Anyone who has seen that movie would understand the reaction I had, and always have, when Vincent Gillefort rose from that damn chair, right after Ethan left and I closed the front doors behind him. The best way to describe it, although not entirely accur...

1984. My penultimate day at Sacre Cor High School. The day of the leavers’ ball. The farewell service was being conducted, and the headmaster was about to address the school. Suddenly, the school caretaker burst in. In his hands were two bottles of whiskey. Shit. But were they mine? I wasn’t the only one who had smuggled drink in for the ball, I knew for a fact. They did look like whiskey from where I was sitting. The car...

Meet Vanessa: A good-looking tomboy. Black hair, red streaks. Nose and lip rings. A goth chick. Favourite colour: Black. A little pudgy since her eating binge over the last few months due to her last boyfriend dumping her. She'd walked in on him and some wench in the middle of screwing, and it all ended up with him throwing her out of the apartment. Their apartment! He changed the locks, and she found her stuff in a heap...

*************************************************************************** Critical decisions *************************************************************************** Can you imagine what it is like to have other people's lives in your hands? Not in a generic sense, but in a literal sense; that is, if you don't do your job well, a person dies. And even worse, can you imagine that the life, not of a stranger, but of a...

A thick fog rolls in across the pier from the bay, colder than the steel of the gun barrel I hold against my temple and the half-finished bottle of bourbon slumped in my other hand. Maybe the descending gray blanket will deaden the shot that bites into my sorry-ass existence. Anonymize me. Swallow the muzzle flash as I'm added to the growing list of worthless cops this city has ejected like spent shell casings. My finger...

With a firm grip on your wrist, Muu drags you over to Callyette’s bed and directs you to lie down on your back. The Glutton doesn’t say anything, but between the intense look in her eye and the thick tension swathing the room, you silently do as you are bidden. You can see your other lodger from where you lie upon her bed; all pride and bravado has slipped from her face, and she’s gasping up a storm as she pleads with Muu...

Whenever you find yourself in the EHI building, alone with Lucian and Lilith, you can't help but feel like you're about to die. They haven't threatened you or anything; the father-daughter combo just has that effect on you. But since you've become the communal "manager with benefits" in the boarding house, your paranoia has grown tenfold. Sure, a small, cowardly part of you suggests that you could always claim that you we...

Rachel, please see me in the studio. H. Rachel felt a chill that had nothing to do with the cold inside the radio station garage. She didn’t have to the check the number to see that the message had come from Mr. Hardecker, the station manager. But why would be texting her when she was supposed to be leaving with the street team? She waved to Stephen, the husky Baltic kid trying to start up the broadcasting van. “Sorry, th...

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. I watched Chas sleep as I had done for over an hour. When she woke up, we needed to talk. All my careful planning was gone. How could I possibly have thought that a few days here, with no outside influences and unlimited sex, would cure this need, this hunger for her? A few hours in her company, plus amazing sex, had sealed my downfall. I had to face reality, no matter how it stung....

Chapter 3 He lubed up his cock, then leaned down and spit directly onto my asshole. I gasped at the suddenness of it—and the sheer filthiness that thrilled me to my core. He slapped my spread, dripping pussy, hard. Shockwaves of pleasure and pain tore through me, and I couldn't believe how much I loved it. I’d never been struck like that before—and never by you. He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his gorgeous dick a...

Chapter 2 – What Have I Created?As my darling, beautiful, innocent, big-titted, cheating wife hummed in the kitchen—casually making dinner like she hadn't just turned my world inside out—I sat in stunned silence. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t broken. If anything… I was intrigued. I watched her move, soft curves swaying under that sundress, her hair still a little damp from a shower she’d taken after a week of being someone els...