The Weekly Creeper

The Weekly Creeper

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Step right up folks! Step right up! Behold the result! A hideous combination of sleep deprivation, energy drinks, and my own imagination procrastination! (Heh that rhymed) Because of my own ADD addled imagination, I can't seem to focus on a singular storyline long enough to write one up. So the only logical solution is this. A weekly updated "short story book" chocked full of diverse genres! I mean we got horror, action, drama, sci-fi, young adult, supernatural, you name it we got it! Except for romance. (It tastes too much like stale valentines day chocolates) Anyway, I hope you guys can check it out, (I starve for your approval) welcome to The Weekly Creeper.
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His claim

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

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