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. …
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 …
Follow along It had been over a week since he let me go. My back throbbed less, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching back to touch it when I changed the bandage. I also couldn’t help masturbating every night to thoughts of him fucking me as he hurt me again. There was no time …
“May I have a cup of coffee?” He was awful calm for a man covered in blood. The smile he gave was all teeth, chilling me. “Grab him a cup, a small one.” My partner rose from his chair and exited without a word. The click of the door echoed in the silent room. I …