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Halloween Special Short Story, Part 3 – Choke

Warning: Short story’s consist of graphic sexual content. Read part 1 and part 2 first.

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Choke

I was obedient long enough to earn lights and TV to the little room, but the electricity would still be cut off whenever he brought me meals or just to visit. So no matter how close the man and I became by knowing each other’s bodies almost too well, I still didn’t know what he looked like. And the longer I was being imprisoned, the more I found myself fantasizing his mysterious face. Would he be ugly? He gotta be, right? Why else would he be doing this instead of getting women in the ‘normal’ way? Or was it all just for thrills? What color his eyes might be? Would he look cruel or friendly? Would it match his commanding and calm voice?

I found my musings so very pointless. If all went according to the plan, I would earn the ultimate reward and I would ask to be let go. And that would only work if I didn’t find out what he looked like, he would never take a risk to be caught by showing his face. But it was easier said than done. You try to not think what the man looked like, the man who became your whole world, with or without your consent. The truth was, my body was first to yield to him, and lately I’ve found my mind becoming more and more his. I wanted to get to know him, I wanted to see him… such dangerous thoughts. It must’ve been just Stockholm syndrome talking in my head.

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Halloween Special Short Story, Part 2 – Corrupt

Read part 1 here. Warning: the following short story fall under the category of erotic horror and it’s consist of graphic sexual content.

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Corrupt

After that first night, my captor hasn’t touched me. In fact, he only came into the room he kept me three times a day, bringing me food and water. The room I was being kept wasn’t big, it has an old bed in the middle of the room and had an adjoining small bathroom and that was pretty much it. It didn’t have any windows, so I was pretty sure it was underground. The room was kept dark all the time, with small amount of light seeping through beneath the door from whatever was on the other side of the door. He took off the blindfold from my eyes but for me it was just the same, there was never enough light to see his face or much anything else. My ankle was shackled with chains to the steel frame bed that was bolted to the concrete wall, and it was just long enough for me to reach the bathroom but not quite reaching the door.

I lost track of time. The only reference was the meals, the day is over after the third meal. At first I tried to keep track of how many days I was kept prisoner, but finally I lost count after dozen or so. First few days, I completely freaked out whenever he entered the room, thinking that he came to do a repeat of the first night. Gradually, my uncontrollable fear towards him lessened. First, fear turned into rage, and I tried to attack him once when he brought me my food. With all my might, I attempted to punch him in the face, missing the center of his face and hurting my own wrist in the process. He didn’t retaliate, at least not physically. He just didn’t bring me any food or water for a long long time, so long that when he finally brought me a bottle of water, I hardly had the strength to lift the bottle. I gave up fighting, deciding that to survive, I needed to have my strength.

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Halloween Special Short Story, Part 1 – Capture

tumblr_mznzb8clod1toh2p2o1_250Erotic horror is one of my favorite horror sub genre, so on this Halloween month, I decided to give it my own spin. Thus begins a three-part short story, and part one is here. A little disclaimer here, it’s going to be graphic. It is BDSM after all. But if normal people fantasize about being handcuffed to the bed and spanked, have you ever wondered what kinky people fantasize about? 😛 Well, you are about to find out. And how to make BDSM into horror? You’ll see. I hope you enjoy. 😉

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Capture

I was walking the familiar route home through the park. I usually don’t walk through the poorly lit park that late at night, but the October evenings have turned cold and I had way too little clothes on. The park was eerily quiet, the only sound that there was was from my high heels, making crisp knocks against the stone paved path. I stopped on my tracks abruptly, I thought I heard something, but when my heels quieted down, all that enveloped me was silence. Something made me stopped and listened though, and I started getting an unsettling feeling in my gut when nothing but silence greeted me. I scanned the park for whatever the dim street lights allowed me to see, and I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I resumed walking towards my destination in a much faster pace. Just when the exit gate of the park was in my line of sight, multiple things happened at the same time. I heard heavy footsteps right behind me matching my pace, but before I could react in any way, a powerful arm was wrapped around my neck from behind, another hand tightly clasped against my mouth. I screamed through the large hand, just a fraction of the sound got out. The arm around my neck was so tight that I couldn’t breathe. I struggled with all of my strength, trying in vain pull the arm off with both of my hands. I knew struggling as hard as I did would only quicken the inevitable. One minute I was struggling, the next minute, only darkness. My last thing in my mind before I passed out was pure unaltered terror.

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