My Best Friend Went To Hell
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 15m
Complete, First published Oct 26, 2019
(COMPLETED SHORT STORY)
"Jumping over the broken, weathered wooden fence, shovel in hand, I stopped momentarily to catch my breath - the text Sonora sent me three weeks before her funeral was enough to make me search for her in a rage. 
It was beyond suspicious when everyone in her house survived the fire but her, and it was even more suspicious when no one found evidence of her body."
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OBEYE

34 parts Complete Mature

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk."