|1||Length of a Story||30||21 February 2014 19:01|
|2||Final Fantasy Arena||37||7 March 2014 18:27|
|3||Jim Sugomi's Writings (Usually boobs, canni, and peril.)||26||7 March 2014 07:04|
|4||Simon Says (Loli, Rape, Snuff)||41||6 March 2014 23:30|
|5||Ah, the sweet sounds of misery. (tags in the page)||1||6 March 2014 23:00|
|6||Guro-Gal (anal rape, loli, snuff, dismemberment, beheading, etc.)||141||6 March 2014 22:41|
|7||Choke Therapy, the Theater and Hairdressing - repost||6||6 March 2014 18:20|
|8||robot||1||5 March 2014 19:38|
|9||Deux (eventual cann, debreasting, mutilation. Not yet though.)||69||4 March 2014 23:23|
|10||The Fall of a Titan||4||4 March 2014 18:14|
|11||Dante stories collection||118||4 March 2014 17:20|
|12||Mirror (debreast, cons, noncons, cann)||35||4 March 2014 17:00|
|13||Raven Can't Die (Teen Titans, F/F, Guro, Snuff, Tags to be added)||35||3 March 2014 08:36|
|14||scat||1||2 March 2014 21:10|
|15||Victimology 101 (snuff, knife play, strangulation, etc.)||67||2 March 2014 20:00|
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So I've been meaning to post a story I wrote here however I had a couple general preference questions.
The story is rather long (broken into chapters). Would it be standard protocol to post the entire story in one post, or do separate posts for each chapter?
Secondly, I noticed a lot of the stories here do have blood, guts, slaughtering, body parts strewn about, I don't need to meet a certain threshold right?
Finally, the story revolves around a three sisters in college, with three other guys. Story has de-breasting, penectomy, huge breasts, huge penises, lactation, and pregnancy. That's enough for this site right?
Sorry if this seems stupid, just wanted to make sure before posting to the site. (The story sits at 24 pages and I'm finishing up the last two pages atm.)
I might post a new story soon. My mind has been dry of fresh ideas until today when I thought up 2 whole stories while at work. The first is about a Norse king who owns every pussy and penis of every child until they reach adulthood. He can rape or castrate who he likes. The second is about savage tribal warriors fighting against an emperial army and ends up with soldiers (and triblal boys) getting castrated, spitted and roasted over a huge fire. Will contain Shota and Loli in either story but I cant deside which one I want to write up.
It is my first try to write so any feedback would be appreciated.
Tifa woke up. She slowly raised, and she realized she wasn't at home. She was in a room without wimdows, and instead of a door there were iron bars. Then she realized something else - she was nude! She walked to the entrance to see what was outside.
Outside there was a circular area covered with sand, and on the perimeter stood more cells like hers. She wondered if there were other girls in them. Then she scolded herself - if there were name plaquetes on rooms, than they must have prisoners in them. She looked around the area to see who was imprisoned with her. The name plaquetes said following names: Terra, Celes, Garnet, Lightning, Rinoa, Serah, Selphie, Rydia, Aerith, Cissnei, Rosa, Vanille, Yuna, Ashe and Lenna.
Tifa noticed the other girls were also bare. Than it struck her - Aerith is also here! She looked towards her cell, but she couldn't see her.
Suddenly, a deep voice said: "Welcome to my arena. You will battle in duels to death until only one of you is left breathing." Tifa heard a gasp from the room next to her.
"In the first round of duels, you fight using only weapons you will choose. No weapons, no summons, no pets helping. Only weapons and your bodies' strenght."
Tifa has suddenly became more anxious because only weapon she can use were hand knuckles, and they would not help her against anyone with anything that had bigger range.
"And now, our first fight - Celes Chere, formerly an empire general turned rogue, will fight Yuna, a summonner from the world of Spira."
"As you have used this weapon to rape a girl you killed, it is only fair to use it on you in return." Lightning kicked Rydia in her back and she has fallen to the ground. Lightning kneeled besides her, and quickly shoved the nunchaku in Rydia's pussy. Rydia had came again.
Lightning then stood up, and took Rydia's whip from the side. Then she stood up, and kicked Rydia so that she was lying on her chest, her ass high in the air. "For each girl you have killed, you will receive 10 strikes. And for cumming twice now, I will add another ten ones. Prepare to get whipped, slut." Lightning raised the whip, and brought it down on Rydia's back. Both girls felt pleasure from the strike. Lightning raised the whip and brought it down again. And again. And 17 more times. After that, she changed the target and striked Rydia's ass. Five strikes went for the left and five for the right butt. And then, as she was overwhelmed by passion, she striked right at Rydia's pussy, forcing the nunchaku even more inside. The orgasm started by this strike rocked through both of the girls.
Lightning finally came to her senses. She walked back, and grabbed Aerith's staff. She then returned to Rydia. "Ass higher bitch." She commanded. Rydia had seen her approach, and immidiatelly after the order she raised her ass. And then Lightning in one quick motion impaled her from her ass up to her mouth.
"Lightning is victorious! You can go back to your cell." However, instead of leaving, Lightning took her time and went through the arena collecting every single part of their bodies that hsd beed cut off during the fight. "Can I get my breast regrown?" Lightning asked, her voice full of hope. "There you go. You also get the bonus for such a gruesome kill." Lightning breast sprung again from her chest, and both of them have gained in size. Lightning felt the new weight quite heavy and returned to her room.
That was a very nice fight, great way to finish off Rydia. And with the extra breasts on Lightning I can only wait and see what happens to them.
Decided to Go with just making a mixed thread like the ones that have been getting populaur around here lately. I'm not much of a writer, and it takes me awhile to get to things (as people waiting on the next part of that Misty story will attest ^_^:), so better to have something I can post the shorts or whatever in the meanwhile.
Anyway, short story Of Raven in the oven I wrote on a whim:
Raven in the Oven
Tags: Snuff, Con, Large breasts, Cooking, Canni, Female/human.
Series: Teen Titans
Pose reference: >>21464 Though stuffing part got dropped.
Raven winced as the tray came to a halt inside the oven with a sudden drop and a lurch, causing her tinfoil wrapped tits to jiggle in place and her hips to shove into her over stretched womb. The ambient heat inside seemed scalding to her skin, and she clenched her eyes shut as she felt it waft over her, out and thru the open oven door moments before it slammed shut with a loud clang.
Taking a deep breath she coughed at the feeling of the preheated oven's air burning her lungs as she risked a quick look around. The oven was largely dark with an ominous red glow shining on the walls thru the slits in the floor and peeking out around the silver cooking tray she was on. The only other light coming thru the tinted glass was from the oven door window behind her. The wall in front of her was oppressively close, a dull black iron inches from her face. She shuddered, feeling her a wave of claustrophobia as her skin twitch in the heat. It was already becoming painful as the heat sank into her body thru the thin layer of oil that coated her body.
"Ugh." Raven grunted, wincing and taking a look back. The protestation of her stuffing stuffed womb kept her from turning around completely, but she could make out a little of the square window, visible as a small white light outlining her bare, unclad ass, a partial shadow against it with the meat thermometer clearly visible sticking out of her left ass cheek.
my breath alone is enough to coat my eyelashes with eye crystals But that's just because of the cold air, isn't it? I imagine in space water evaporating from your body would cause the body temperature to decrease a little (or to be precise only the skin temperature will be decreased, it won't go deep), but not leave ice. I'm sorry for being annoying, I just want to get a better understanding of it all.
I was more referring to just a small amount of moisture is enough to cause ice cystals, so in the course of kiznas walk, she was exposed to the removal of atmosphere, was losing heat thru sweat and oils, and so on, and since space is near absolute cold, when you lose alot of heat, that heats not replaced, then things like crystalization happens quick. Its actually a problem with the space shuttles, ambient moisture, even drops of rocket fuel etc, freeze and can be a hazard when their traveling fast back to earth or are in high atmosphere where it can also freeze as their coming up.
The opposite, over heating, happens when you have something that priduces a ton of heat, and yet has no contact with anythign to remove it, then in space, oddly yah get rampant over heating (such as a generator in an enclosed spaceship). Which is alot of the back story about mass effects "spaceships are a bloody radiation hot spot in space." Even human bodies oddly got that, on the space walks the suits got complicated heating, and cooling systems, to keep heat from gettigng stuck in one spot of the suit, or feezeing in another. As it stands though kizna would have ice crystals on her, but it'd largely have been on her eye lashes, lips, nose, and areas directly related to palce where breath, or ambient moisture tend to collect, but seeing at its a FICTIONAL story, :P I took liscence so her entire body had the surface layer of sweat and oils go really quickly. It'd probably take not a whole lot longer to completely coat a body, but the amoutn fo time you can hold your breathe is unlikely, granted shes terrified a bit here, so she's sweating more even in space.
Anyway, seriously man ^^:. Not an expert on this thing, I did a google search and read an article or two before I wrote the thing....
Okay, okay. Now that I think of it, you might be right. My point was that the heat from the body would surely be enough to melt the ice crystals, or even not let them appear in the first place. But now that I tkought over your arguments again, I guess I just haven't though over them anough the first time. About the ice crystals on the body in the cold weather. I focused on the cold weather and how space isn't the same. But I missed the point that human body fails to stop those crystals from forming by its own heat. Which means it might behave the same way in space.
I'm no expert eithet, but now I feel like I have a better understanding on how being in open space works. So, I guess, thanks, and sorry for being a bother.
Tags: Loli, Rape, Snuff
Sub-Tags: Chapter specific tags will be included at the beginning of each chapter. (They may contain spoilers.)
About the Author: This is my first guro related writing, but I hope it is not my last. My roots in writing stem from when I was a teenage boy, writing smutty stories about teenage girls getting gang banged against their better moral judgment. Needless to say, in an age of very little internet, my stories were very popular amongst my male peers. It wasn't until my works were discovered by my mother that I stopped writing such dirty things, and focused on FanFiction. While that stage of my life went on a little longer than I anticipated, I'm back to writing dirty things. And what better place to start? Guro of course.
Disclaimer: The following is a story about a man who brutally rapes, enslaves, tortures, and murders children. Read at your own mental risk.
League of Legends, torture, nudity, maybe sex and other stuff, graphic and possibly very, and other entries may have other stuff.
Cling clang. Cling clang.
The haunting melody rang with each careful and precise cut, each one shallow enough so as to not draw too much blood, but deep enough to cause his lovely victim pain. In fact, she was already crying, her tears mixing with the blood that was already flowing down her torso.
Once the most recent cut was finished, he removed his sickle and let it drift slowly to his side. He then began to slowly and gently peel off the skin of her torso from her neck.
He had make a cut along the center of her back down to the space between her naval and her hips, and the ends of the cut around the base of her neck and from the back to the front to the back again around. This large cut, which took nearly two hours based solely on its complexity, was now allowing him to skin her chest, torso, and arms as though her skin was a costume.
However, the work had to be carefully down, and, thankfully, she knew the punishment if she ruined his hard work by suddenly moving.
Slowly, like a bandage being carefully peeled from the skin, her flawless, white skin was removed from her red muscles, encouraging blood from veins to leak out in places.
Well, here's a story for Wakabi's story-themed request.
Guro-Gal by mingleward
Episode 1: Amy
It was 5:23 when Tommy heard the doorbell ring, and seeing how it was around the estimated time, he could only guess who it was, or what it was going to be. He had ordered this package about a week ago, and had been making a few preparations in that amount of time to make the experience more memorable. As he walked out of his basement, he mentally double-checked all the tools he had laid out: a few chains and clamps in the kitchen, a finely serrated saw, and a few extra hardware tools for what would follow after. “Yep”, he was ready for what was to come.
When he opened the door, Tommy stood in awe of his long-awaited prize: a Guro-Gal.
Tommy stared at his new toy, and was quite pleased at how she looked like everything he had expected. “Well hi there, big guy! I’m Amy, and I’m your Guro-Gal for whatever it is you desire. Mind if I come in?” Tommy moved away to allow her inside, and scanned her over as she passed by him. She was about a foot smaller than him, and by the shape of her bra, it seemed like she barely had any breasts at all. He looked down to her thighs and saw a tiny rear covered by black panties, and just above that was a barcode tattoo. She was a light build, and depending on her personality, would provide plenty of fun for tonight.
As Tommy closed the door behind her, she stopped walking and spun a full 90-degrees to face him. She gave a small wink, did a little pose and chimed, “Well big boy, this is quite a place you’ve got. There anything you plan on doing to me, because whatever it is, I don’t care. Whether you love me, beat me, rape me, kill me, eat me, I won’t mind a thing. It’s just what I am.” She’s right, it was just what she was. From what Tommy could recall, a Guro-Gal was a specially created girl who treated pain as pleasure. A sub-synthetic creature that looked completely human (inside and out), and was willing to do the bidding of her master, and enjoy it. “So, what will it be big boy?”
Yeah, it would seem the whole 'art-contest' thing wasn't much of a success. But you know, that's alright with me.
As long as there are still people out there who read my work, I'll be fine. :)
I must say I really like your writing and that I'm looking forward to the next part!
TBH I actually prefer to use my own imagination to visualise the scenes rather than having someone else draw them.
Some anon asked for them in The Tour's thread, so here they are. First is Choke Therapy (hanging, semi-con):
Nurse Claire looked up from her paperwork when she heard knocks on the door. The expression of crushing boredom left her face, making place for bubbly excitation that something happened on this otherwise tiresome day.
Before she noticed it she was already standing.
Not wasting a second, she cheerfully opened the door... only to wince at the sight.
"Hi! How can I hel-- Ew, ouch! Come in, sit her on the bed."
Amanda hopped through the door, her arms resting on her two friends' shoulders. Claire didn't bother asking for their name and dismissed them as soon as they had laid her on the examination table. She stayed silent for a few minutes as she worked, but had a grim expression when she turned to Amanda's face, her bare foot still in hand.
"This is not good, miss, um...
- Whitney, Amanda. Second year.
Definite some of my favorite stories. Thank you for writing!
Hi guys, quick intro. A few years ago I submitted a short fic on here about a lesbian serial killer. I wanted to write a better sequel, but sadly I'm lazy and I procrastinate. Also, I fear I may not be as good as I'd like at doing story structure.
Anyway, I read The Pain of Love recently and thought it was damn well done. Can't wait to hear the end, but it made me want to get around to writing this damn thing. Unlike TPoL though, my story really has no romance planned, it will be quite grim if it works out how I envision it.
While I would have loved to written the entire story and posted it in one go, I fear my motivation is flakey. I'm hoping posting the beginning here will make me strive to keep going and hopefully I won't end up disappointing anyone.
Also if anyone knows if the original story still exists in the archives somewhere feel free to post a link otherwise maybe I'll re-upload it if anyone wants it. It's not very important, just introduces Annabel in earlier years, but it's very short and a rather different style of writing.
So, I haven't been in here for a while (obsessing about too many projects), but I finally got a chance to sit down and read this.
The short version: utterly yummy!
I loved it. The internal conflict, the fears, (letting them go), the cloak and dagger. Everything was absolutely perfect along with the lovely, lovely details of the debreasting (yummy) and everything else. Thank you!
Wow, thanks! That's quite a compliment coming from such a vet of these boards. :D
I decided to start posting the sequel if anyone is interested:
The Fall of a Titan
Supergirl had not seen much action for some time. Every since Brainiac’s invasion force had been defeated, Metropolis had been quiet. She even had time to play the human role. She had recently enrolled in Metropolis University and had actually made a friend…
“Kara! Over here!” The young brunette called out. She was 18, fit, and beautiful, much like Supergirl (Kara). Supergirl responded, “Hey Morgan! Have you eaten lunch?” Morgan had not. They decided that since their 1:00 class had been canceled, they could go to the park, eat lunch, and enjoy the afternoon there.
Morgan had no idea that Kara was Supergirl. To her, she was just the friendly blonde girl she had taken a liking to in chemistry. Their friendship had hit off from there. As with many young college girls, they had found themselves one too many shots in one night and as one thing led to another, they woke up the next morning in bed together, naked. While awkward at first, they eventually gave in to their desires and began fucking each other on a regular basis. This was Morgan’s first indication that Kara was… different.
In all the times they had sex, Kara would always take the lead. At times, it seemed like Kara could lift her with one hand… easily. One night last week, after Kara had fallen asleep after their evening fuck, Morgan went to the bathroom and saw the shirt in Kara’s laundry basket. The shield symbol with the “S” embroidered on it was unmistakable. “Am I fucking THE Supergirl?” She thought to herself. It made sense. She was pretty sure no normal human could lift he with one hand and pound her like a sex toy with a strap-on while masterbating… and make it all look easy. Also, any time Kara went down on her, the vibrations were more intense than any vibrator she had ever owned, not to mention that her breath felt like ice.
Today was the day. She was going to ask Kara directly. They had found a secluded area in a denser wooded area of the park. They had laid down a blanket and were making sandwiches. “Kara, can I ask you something?” Morgan asked. “Sure Morgan, you know you can ask me anything! What are best friends for?” S
The Fall of a Titan (Part 2)
Last time on Supergirl: The Aftermath of Braniac, Supergirl and her friend with benefits had found themselves in the Metropolis park for some sexy fun times where Supergirl had finally revealed her super identity to her friend and lover, Morgan. After some high in the sky fun time, they were attacked by none other than the evil Lex Luthor! He was able to subdue Supergirl with a kryptonite filled arrow and was able to escape to his secret moon base with Morgan. We now join Supergirl in her pursuit.
Supergirl burst in through her apartment door and quickly made her way to the bedroom. The sheets were still disheveled from the night before. While Morgan was only human, she fucked like a god. On Supergirl’s nightstand was the double sided strap-on dildo Morgan had bought a month ago. The sex was great before it, but now, it was truly unbelievable. She had never been with a man before, so the sensation of being fully penetrated and fucked by Morgan was exhilarating. She always had to hold back though… but not anymore. Morgan knew her secret and still loved her. But now Lex had to go and screw everything up… “I should bring it so I can fuck Luthor’s corpse when I’m done with him!” she thought. While the idea was exciting to her, she knew it wasn’t the right thing to do and would not be in any form an act of “justice.”
She put these thoughts aside and quickly put on her suit. It had changed since the good old days of the Justice League. She wasn’t a girl anymore. She was an attractive woman… and she used it to her advantage. The red mini skirt lost about 4 inches and left very little to the imagination. Sometimes, when she was feeling risky, she wouldn’t even wear underwear with it. Today felt like one of those days… Her top was tight fitting, but open at the sides to free her arms and also show off a little side boob. She found that when dealing with criminals, she often need not even lay a hand on them to subdue them. If she just flaunted her beauty a little bit, most of them would swoon and beg her to arrest them. The shirt ended just below her breasts exposing her sexy stomach. Her cape had remained short and attached
I put all the stories i have now in this thread. The thread will be too big. Never-mind it´s equal to me. ^.^
Enjoy the stories. ;-)
Little Nikki And Her Ball Chewing Mama by Danté
Able the sailor couldn't believe how easy it had been. He had always had
a taste for tender young cuntlets, but he had discovered the truly young
stuff was hard to find in most of the ports the ship had put into
recently. In most of these ports there were lots of young boys made
available to horny sailors for a price, men who had been at sea too many
years, and had developed a taste for the feel of a tiny scrotum and a
slender penis against their pubic hair as they thrust into a little
boy's gripping anus. The young boys were usually hired quickly, although
they were of little interest to Able. Able was into girls. Little girls.
Alkaloid said in post #89 @ 2014-01-29 that the following stories are present in other gurochan threads:
Three ladies at the Sea
Feeding the lions
Destruction Of Marnie,
Brawling Organ Stuffers
Captured By Blood-Lusting Pirates
Deer Hunting Loretta
Deadly sex gang rumble
Well, I looked in all lit and lit/archive threads and I was not able to find the following stories:
Destruction Of Marnie,
Brawling Organ Stuffers
Parts 2-3 of Deer Hunting Loretta were also absent on Gurochan tread. Another story threads were deleted for unknown reason, but I can post it. First of all -
DESTRUCTION OF MARNIE
Bryan caught the cock-teasing little teenybopper in the darkened back lane as she came out of the theater, where she had been getting her rocks off on a blood & guts horror flick. A single shot of his pellet gun had taken out the single street light that had provided some visibility in the narrow lane with its many dark alcoves. He'd had his eyes on the well developed sixteen year old slut ever since she'd showed up last week in the grade 7 class that visited the small bakery where he worked. It was career day for grade sevens at the near- by high school, a day when the kids visited a small business to learn all about different trades, and Bryan had got lucky for the third month in a row.
Each time a class had visited his bakery, there had been a pretty little slut-cunt who's name, address and telephone number he had been able to catch from her scribbler. As he had watched this well developed bitch who's name was Marnie, he thought of the perfect career for her. It would be a short career, but completely to his liking. Bryan couldn't
believe a kid so young could have such big full tits and terrific legs. Some of the early bloomers had started breast development as much as a year ago, and although several of these thirteen year olds had yet to begin the physical transition to a woman, this slender petite girl was well along the way. He liked them small and shapely. His cock bulged
in his jeans as he ogled her, dressed like a little whore with her tight open blouse, little miniskirt and pink leg warmers that rode from below her calf to cover her canvas shoes. Her provocative costume showed her figure and legs off to perfection, like first class advertising. Little
did she or her teacher know Bryan was in the market.
He had stocked her for a week. Each day he'd rush to complete his work early, and leaving work early he'd watched the school for her. Each day the pretty little bitch came out of the school
Happy New Year everyone!
It's the anniversary of the day I started posting Deux, so I thought it would be poetic to start with Mirror today. Quick link to the others though:
LSK1: Break - gurochan.net/lit/res/11424.html
LSK2: Deux - gurochan.net/lit/res/11412.html
LSK3: Perspective - gurochan.net/lit/res/14860.html
Perspective really needs to be read before this as a lot of stuff won't make sense otherwise. Deux is less important, with just a couple of references to the events of it in Perspective. Break is just the very first oneshot story of Annabel, renamed since I didn't like the original title, so I'm retconning it to fit the format. :p
I run on coffee, but whatever works for you. =D
Duex is one of my favorite stories! The way you brought your characters to life was so wonderfully and horribly realistic. I'm eager to learn more about Annabel's backstory and the world you created.
Argh, sorry about that. I've never posted before but had to this one time to support an amazing author! But I ended up with a triple post on accident :/
Keep up the awesome story!
"I can't die." Raven's words hung in the air for a few moments as the three women around the table stared at her. Starfire looked quizzical, as if trying to figure out if that was a literal statement, or if she was worried about passing away soon. Jinx looked skeptical, eyebrows knit. And Blackfire looked... amused? Curious? It was hard to say.
"What do you mean, you can't die? Superheroes aren't immortal by default." Jinx mumbled. Raven gave a quick nod.
"True, but I am. I can be hurt... terribly. But if I would actually pass away, my body ignores the fact that I should be dead... and a few hours later, it heals itself up. Benefits of being a demon-goddess, I guess."
"Friend Raven... how did-"
"I tried to kill myself." Raven muttered. "It... didn't take."
"Wait, you did?" Blackfire seemed more than a little interested now, leaning in. "...well, details! I need to hear about that."
"You really don't." Raven deadpanned. "I'll give you the short version. I was... severely depressed, and I tried to drown myself." A moment passed. "Four hours underwater later, I figured that it wasn't going to work."
"Huh. And you gave up then?"
This is a fantastic story and I'd hate to see it die, but it seems like it's going there at this point. What a damn shame.
Victimology 101: my favorite class. Professor Riley, who we all call Dr. R, always makes things interesting.
"Today," he announces to the class, "we will learn about what exactly female murder victims go through, but first I will need some volunteers."
The girls, ready to earn good grades, eagerly raise their hands to volunteer. Professor picks five young women. The first (Megan Williams, 23) is probably the most beautiful girl on campus. Her skinny, tall figure; well-toned, tanned legs; and long blonde hair that flows graciously around her shoulders as she makes her way to the front of the class all combine for supermodel-like visuals. The second (Abby Reeves, 19) is a smaller girl. Still quite attractive, she has a more down to earth beauty. Her dark brown hair contrasts her pale, unblemished skin, and her think glasses give her a geeky charm. The third girl (Jeanette O'Leary, 21) is an exchange student from Ireland. She has fiery red hair and her cheeks are covered with freckles. She is also exceptionally pretty. The fourth (Akari Yagami, 18) is probably the cutest Japanese girl I had ever seen. Her beautiful features are framed by her jet black hair, and her petite frame is perfectly formed. The fifth and final girl, (Ellie Bradshaw, 20) is the most stand-out to me. She is average build with short dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes, but her features are exceptionally gorgeous. I have always had a thing for Ellie.
With all five girls standing on the small stage at the front of the class, Dr. R leads each of them to one of the chairs behind them. He straps each of them to her chair at the wrists and ankles before turning to the class, clapping his hands together, and saying, "We are ready to begin."
He begins with Megan. He unbuttons her shirt halfway down and pulls the collar away from her neck. There is stress on her face behind the excitement to participate in one of Dr. R's demonstrations. He walks over to a table with the various weapons that we learned about last class, and chooses and switchblade knife.
"The knife," He begins as he approaches Megan, "is a common instrument used in murde
I think getting to create one's own personal person to play with is a fantasy most people have (well, maybe just most people that visit sites like this). I'm looking forward to seeing what our protagonist comes up with.
Bit of a bump to save this, but I am hoping there's going to be more of it. I love these stories.