TORTURED SOULS: SEIYA CLEOPATRA BUENAVENTURA
CHAPTER 33 [ And when all things deem to get buried—tortured souls and a girl whose face is a ruin came hunting who’s at fault...]
CALAPAN PORT, ORIENTAL MINDORO, PHILIPPINES
The clouds lay wide-awake. A horizon filled with coloured panels—glossy and matted resembling a heap of those curves in an arch. They ignited in mermaid colour—the vibrant peach in pearls in a sweet anchor of blue and white. It looks calm. A chaste touch of solitude—soliciting through the waves that came back and forth, lulling the s
ATTACKEDCHAPTER 34[And the moment she thought she were safe, and so the beast take its opportunity and pounce towards the oblivious rabbit....]He missed.He fucking missed!If it wasn’t for Rio’s reflexes, she would have been doom. The edge of what she can saw on his hand—a butcher knife glinted. It was as large as his palms that were being clutched tightly. He was wearing all black. A mask concealed his visage, and yes, aHe, his bui
FRIEND WITHIN THE KILLER’S LAIRCHAPTER 35[When she bear no hope, and so a newfound ally lies next with her…][GERMA’S THIRD-PERSON POINT OF VIEW]The days spent on that hellhole were more than the brimstone she foresees—imprisonment prolongs, but the only difference was, the prisoner had the chance, no matter how small it was to get freed, but Germa haven't had any hope she can decipher. To foresee herself running on the fields, yearning to where Ruscov’
BEYOND HER DREAMSCHAPTER 36[As all seems to revolve in confusion, she was left—lost, wandering into a route she hasn’t had any idea what monster awaits...]WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you ]“O—omg! Oh my god!” Rio was frantic when she woke up.Her entire body was shaking terribly. The gust of what happened loitered—littered memories moments earlier or has it actually happened? The occurrence left her in a fret; confusion co
FEELINGS: LOVE OR LIBIDO?CHAPTER 37[Confusion loitered, whereas the culprit remains unseen; to whom the predator and prey the justice couldn’t decipher...]BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO“That’s stupid!Argh!” Rio was in a mess.She couldn’t believe she had just professed what she felt. The bold move she pulled drawback in karma. Yesterday events lingered inside her head, and Rio were both left ab
HIDDEN INTENTCHAPTER 38[And when the doubts flared, the rabbit cowered. She was chained, locked up lead to mistrust skeptics at what occurred or is she really solely the culprit...]BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICOWhen Ruscov left, Rio was skeptical. The doubt she orients filled her, the guts of every scenario she couldn’t stomach as it weave across her head. It felt surreal, but the death of that man had bothered Rio as she saw—no, she witnessed the gruesome torture. She had said everything, but never mentioned about the strange dream or whether if it was still a dream at
PRIMARY SUSPECTCHAPTER 39 [ Trap and cage; locked and chained, how can the rabbit run, when she’s being chase?]BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICOFacing Paxton upon knowing the truth filled her with the sense of dread.“Paxton.” Rio whispered, but it feels odd now speaking of his name.Enrobed, her chest throb. It wasn’t nervousness, nor fear she felt. Peeve and aggravated by that tiniest bit of betrayals, if she is going to name that feeling. It was clinging. Pestering her mind with thoughts that couldn’t keep their selves at bay. It was brewing. Combined with the chaos she had a handfuls of, Rio could feel an upcoming headache on her temples, but she pay no heed. Her eyes were trained across to the man, whom she entrusted herself, probing to believe what his claims before.&ld
ONE NIGHT STANDCHAPTER 40 [And when all things gets messy; unfortunate fate presumed. Narrowed path route to doom, and then she was save, when she least expected to....]In Belize, there are places, where one could find most people of. A few if in seek of pleasure, it could be in El Casa, where it was prominent for men. Flesh workers and women, wherein they could sink their teeth affront – freed libido, bestial ecstacy as they drowned. Careless at what it cost, a night to remember as what many could tell, but they paid great sum of money. In Mexico, it could buy anything. Luxury, caprices and whims. Dollar bills brought friends and girls. But if it wasn’t one was seeking for, and the solace they sought for refuge, that’s where a few would be found, a bottle of whisky or brandy that could have soothe whatever made deem solemn. It’s in Pandemonium.Same with Ruscov. He
FACELESS VICTIM: ROSALENDA DEL FUEGO CHAPTER 41 [The beast actually never sleep. He take those who should be clean, chastise and soon drive the knife and pray as they perish...]WARNING: [This chapter may contain scenes, which aren’t suitable for an audience below 18. If it isn’t your forte, you can stop reading or skip this part. Read at your own risk. Thank you J ]“What? You can’t fucking stand me anymore, is that it?” It was of a woman voice, who sounded mad, rage dripping from ever thrown words she express.Lenda closed her eyes. She didn’t need to go downstairs to see what has been going on. It was her mother fighting against her own father. It has been going on for months. It was something she couldn’t and wouldn’t understand. It was just hard to comprehend something that happens out of the blue. The