Craving's Tongue

Craving's Tongue

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Seventeen year old Natalia S. Evans, crosses paths with the corps of a recently deceased Kathlene Pyke, on a camping trip late summer and leaves the short vacation with a sour taste in her mouth as well as an overpowering sense of curiosity. Too suspicious and eery, Natalia embarks on an investigation of her own, carrying along with her a piece of evidence from the 'crime' scene for guidance. Seemingly easy from afar, young Natalia underestimates the bumpy road ahead of her where she'll battle with a mob boss 4,500 km away and Natalia's own conflicting relationship with her only Guardian; an overly domineering Uncle who cares little for any preoccupation that keeps her from tending to his needs. Follow Natalia as she seeks the emotional aid of her attentive History professor whilst uncovering the layers of dusty secrets that settle atop of Kathlene Pyke's death.
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"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

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