⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

"Get on your knees and let me show you what a real man can do" A story in which a woman finds herself falling for her husbands boss.

"Please. No no! I can't take anymore. Just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I promise. Please." I beg. As streams of tears roll down my face. Landing on the concrete floor. He just ignores me. As he walks from the wooden table on the far side of the room. Back to my helpless tied up body. With some type of pliers resting in his tightly closed hand. He is now standing in front of me. Towering over my small shaking frame. Smirking down at me. Causing a shiver to run down my spine. He grabs my left hand in a tight grip. I try to pull it back. But his grip is just too strong. He takes the pliers. Tightly gripping one of my fingernails with them. "No, you don't have to do this! Please don't? I'm begging you! Please!" Pain began as he started pulling back on the pliers. The pain growing with every second. Then a loud cracking sound. And unbearable pain spread throughout my whole hand. Shooting up my arm. I scream out in agonizing pain. As I watch red crimson blood fill the place were my nail used to be. I begin to sob even harder. When I see him move the pliers to the next nail. IS THIS EVER GOING TO END!!!

"I am going to haunt you forever." That's the promise that Breanne makes her killer. He cannot dump her body in the river and simply have his crime washed away. The detectives assigned to her case can't seem to pin anything on him, and her parents are beginning to believe the lies he tells. But Breanne is going to make sure he pays.

"Oh, look, we're back home! You'll be a lamb for me now, right? Unless you'd like a bullet in that pretty little head of yours, I'd suggest you do as I say." "Starving. I've been starving for so long that I don't even care how I get it. I just want it, I need to know someone needs me." // Young Acacia finds herself kidnapped by the murderous son of a famous sociopath. How will she manage to survive the violent outbursts and mental torture?

"Now that I know what makes you tick.." He said walking over to me. "I know how to make you listen to me." He brushed my hair behind my ears. Damn it. This is what I was afraid of. Showing too much emotion has caused him to see my weakness. "Don't touch me" I slapped his hand away. "You're gonna need to learn how to control that attitude of yours princess." Cole smiled turning around and going into the bathroom. ----------- With the tragic passing of her mother, Emily was sent away into the foster care system. She lives every day wanting an escape. She wants to make memories that can shadow over the old ones. All she hopes for is a good life, filled with good memories, good company, and something to be remembered by. Little does she know that there is someone else who wants that for her too. Just remember that not everything is what it seems.

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.