No one should have to bury a child. The words haunt as he sat across from her mother. Can you watch a person age? He has, he did as he recounted what happened to this woman’s daughter. Torture was written in the creases that lined her face more and more as they talked. “Someone gunned …
“You got my package?” He leaned into the counter and watched as Hock brought the butcher knife down on a hunk of meat. “In the cooler.” Laying a few bills on the counter, he moved around to the swinging doors. He stood in front of the steel door of the walk in cooler for a …
Go here and start from the bottom to read all of the Playing God series. We’ve reached the end… for now. – They gave me a week before I had to come in and speak to the chief. By that point, I was able to eat more solid foods without wanting to rip my own …
I was reaching for my gun with every ounce of remaining strength I possessed. My fingers barely brushed it as my vision started to darken. “Uh uh, detective.” He knocked it away and something broke in me. I had zero assurance as my life faded that I’d wake up tucked in my bed this time. …
My mother always said keep your plans simple and your escape route clear. Great advice that’s kept me out of a lot of trouble in my life and career. Admittedly, I was only really following part of that plan for this, but I had a backup if things went awry. When things went awry. My …
Follow along. Quickie. – The release process was the least painful part of the whole thing. At least I was out of that cell. I had grand plans to concoct this elaborate scheme to catch him. Something better than my last attempt that didn’t end with more words carved into my skin. Instead, I got …
I eyed my lawyer, frustrated by the whole process. If he wasn’t a friend, I’d lose my shit on him. This run around and grilling was getting on my last nerve. Twelve hours in the county jail without a shower, a toothbrush, or a moment to myself would make anyone a cranky bitch. Being on …
Follow along – When I woke up… was it hours later? I glanced at the red numbers on the bedside clock and they made no sense. My eyes took too long to adjust before I could read. 4:45am Been out for a while then. I swallowed and then groaned at my sore throat. Talking was …
Follow along. This is a quickie – I opened my mouth to beg. For him to stop or to keep going, I wasn’t sure. What I did know was that I wanted to come on his cock so fucking bad. I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe. Obviously. My cunt cling to him, …
God, please don’t tease me. Even as I thought that, I felt the head of his cock brushing my clit. A frisson of electricity zipped through my body. Suddenly I wanted to be teased. I wanted him to draw it out just a little because I knew this was all I could have from him. …