PASSION CHAPTER 32: [And she was bound right before she knew it...] WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you ]  Some say that there are days that will knock you out of the blue, and you’ll feel sick and tired of everything. Most times, where you’ll wake up feeling restless and drained. That you just want to take yourself out and give no damn, and slightest care about what has been going on, or whether what may the people around you has been seeing you all these years. Your soul gets weary. You just wanted to cave in within the comforting walls of your room, never to set foot outside, never to be seen and

ATTACKEDCHAPTER 34 [And the moment she thought she were safe, and so the beast take its opportunity and pounce towards the oblivious rabbit....] He missed. He fucking missed! If it wasn’t for Rio’s reflexes, she would have been doom. The edge of what she can saw on his hand—a butcher knife glinted. It was as large as his palms that were being clutched tightly. He was wearing all black. A mask concealed his visage, and yes, a He, his bui

BEYOND HER DREAMSCHAPTER 36 [As all seems to revolve in confusion, she was left—lost, wandering into a route she hasn’t had any idea what monster awaits...]WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you ]  “O—omg! Oh my god!” Rio was frantic when she woke up. Her entire body was shaking terribly. The gust of what happened loitered—littered memories moments earlier or has it actually happened? The occurrence left her in a fret; confusion co

HIDDEN INTENT CHAPTER 38 [ And when the doubts flared, the rabbit cowered. She was chained, locked up lead to mistrust skeptics at what occurred or is she really solely the culprit...] BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO When Ruscov left, Rio was skeptical. The doubt she orients filled her, the guts of every scenario she couldn’t stomach as it weave across her head. It felt surreal, but the death of that man had bothered Rio as she saw—no, she witnessed the gruesome torture. She had said everything, but never mentioned about the strange dream or whether if it was still a dream at

ONE NIGHT STANDCHAPTER 40 [And when all things gets messy; unfortunate fate presumed. Narrowed path route to doom, and then she was save, when she least expected to....] In Belize, there are places, where one could find most people of. A few if in seek of pleasure, it could be in El Casa, where it was prominent for men. Flesh workers and women, wherein they could sink their teeth affront – freed libido, bestial ecstacy as they drowned. Careless at what it cost, a night to remember as what many could tell, but they paid great sum of money. In Mexico, it could buy anything. Luxury, caprices and whims. Dollar bills brought friends and girls. But if it wasn’t one was seeking for, and the solace they sought for refuge, that’s where a few would be found, a bottle of whisky or brandy that could have soothe whatever made deem solemn. It’s in Pandemonium. Same with Ruscov. He