The Red Tones Of Misery

The Red Tones Of Misery

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. The officer tensed, fists clenched, and his eyes narrowed in irritation. He stood, Joints creaking and loose skin dropping painfully. yet the sudden rise gave the woman pause, yet not for the reasons he thought. She caught herself, and, eyes still glowing, smiled again the grin that shouted insanity, and let loose the words that had been begging for release ever since the officer had walked in. “Officer, I do believe that I can help you.” She leaned forward, and for a short moment the officer feared that he had played the exact card she had been waiting for. It all started with a murder. No, scratch that. It all started long before that. When the Chief of Police was just a high schooler, madly crushing on a random girl he met one night. A girl named May Pierce. Years later, and it's she whose crushing on him. Rather, on his skull. Really though. All's fair in love and war. But exactly what is this?
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

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