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louder like she is approaching the door. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty

ruth. My heart was racing, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. I knew this lie wouldn't last long, and I was terrified of wha

d shame. I looked down at the floor, my gaze landing on the golden tiles. I felt a sense of foreboding – I kn

. "I want you to get ready for me." My stomach churned at his words. I wasn't s

e going to..." I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence, but I knew he understood wh

ch turned, and I felt like I was going to be sick. "I'll be back tonight, so I can tear you open," he added.

haky steps towards the door. But as I neared the bathroom, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. It was the box he had asked me to

zed it wasn't just blood. There were small, fleshy bits mixed in with it. I felt my stomach turn, and I

eeling that the box was somehow responsible for what had happened. I kept replaying the events in my head, trying to make

locked in place, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe. Then, I heard it – a low, ominous knock on the door. My heart jum

clad in black from head to toe. His eyes were dark and empty, and his face was expressionless. He didn't say a word, he just stood there, staring a

d, my voice quivering with fear. His smi

see my woman?" His deep, rich vo

ed the door behind me, my heart racing in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself d

heard the sound of his footsteps fading away. I slumped against the door, my heart

off to sleep, I found myse

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It was Ryan, but he looked different - his eyes were wild and his hair was disheveled. He stood over me, his

ght hand on my knee. I turned my head and saw the clock on the

ivia," he whispered into

said. Slowly, I reached for the towel, my eyes meeting his one last time. A

in my stomach as he reached out to touch me. His hand was warm

quick blowj*b," he instructs, with the most scary look I have seen. I give a polite nod

e what you see?' he smacks, hitting my ass. A loud moan escapes my li

creams as I perform the littl

t pussycat. Soft moans escape my lips as his hands wonder about my w

t, and this time around I couldn't control the excitement anymo

my ass for the last time. He drifted into me slo

lready; I am done! He