Trick and Mistreated

Trick and Mistreated

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jun 26, 2022
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TW: Light Racism and mild horror theme - - - This story is about a teenage named Willow who faces being a person of color in high school while facing many difficulties In upcoming events. Her father givers her a journal to help her cope with her past drama for only it leading into a dark path... - - - Throughout my +11 years of being in this fandom, I've never seen a person of color Creepypasta out there- so I'm here to bring one. I tried making her relatable to everyone even if they don't know what it feels to be a person of color and stayed light on the racism since it's such a heavy topic on others including myself. I hope you all enjoy! (Commissioned @imlexxc on Instagram for the cover art of a picture of Willow)
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In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life. The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures. ---------------------------------------- A mischievous smile spreads across his lips as he takes a big step toward me, and as soon as I am within his reach, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I lay my hands on his chest and trace my fingers along the outlines of his tattoos as he maneuvers me back to his desk. My ass presses against the edge of his desk as he lets his hands run down my sides until he grabs my ass cheeks " Are you sore from last night, baby?" "I'm fine." "I hope you're not lying to me," he whispers against my lips.

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