This is the final official episode of the year. We will back in January with new episodes. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season. I will try to sneak…
Meant for this to be out sooner. However, writing and editing took a bit longer than I anticipated. I also upgraded my GPU this weekend so that set me back…
in celebration of the 800th episode i wanted to do a bonus episode. Charity story will post at its normal time. Jordan stirred beneath the quilted blankets of his bed,…
Sara lay beside Chloe, the steady rise and fall of their breathing synchronized like waves against a quiet shore. A sheen of sweat shimmered at her brow, glistening faintly in…
The quiet hum of central air whispered through Chloe’s private suite, carrying the faintest chill that never quite reached the warmth beneath the plush comforter. Moonlight spilled across the curved…
Note: Looks like the picture didn't upload correctly. Will get it posted when i get of work in a few hours. The surface of Chloe’s dresser stretched out like a…
Alejandra drifted through the market, weaving lazily between stalls with Charity perched high on her shoulder like an obedient parrot. One of Alejandra’s calloused fingers looped lightly around the little…
Alejandra could feel tiny tremors through the pads of her fingers. Her Patrona balanced carefully in her palm, a trembling, tense little bundle of silk hair and false pride, soft…
Alejandra and Renata walked back towards the stall Renata was working at. As they approached charity saw a variety of little pellets. They had boxes of various types from Preematech…
Charity couldn’t believe how large even though younger teen girls were. They couldn’t have been any more then thirteen yet she could do nothing but let them strap their cheap…
Charity’s legs dangled helplessly against Alejandra’s chest, each step jostling her high above the bustling market like some living accessory. She could feel the steady flex of Alejandra’s shoulder muscle…
Listening to the sounds of your own car as someone else drives it is strange enough. But listening from inside a threadbare plaid bag on the grimy floorboards of what…