Dirty basement

Heather slowly approachs the closed dark basement door with trepidation and caution; what lies beyond is a world that is messy and dangerous. It is John's private workshop full of sharp tools, dirty workbenches, vise[…]

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A rose by any other name

It was strangely cold in that sickly humid, hot, dimly lit strip club office. The worn couch she found herself uncomfortably prone upon smelled of the years worth of cheap cigars and cheaper booze consumed[…]

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Club fatale, pt. 7

Club Fatale, Pt. 7 Chapter Twelve – Athena “Let me look at that,” I said as I prodded the wound gingerly. “You need a /> Emma had gotten the injury in our last game. “I’ll[…]

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