Month: August 2026

35 WREN Standing behind the bar in the club’s lounge feels completely different than the first time a few weeks ago. I can confidently mix drinks, smile at the club members as I hand them out, and not feel like a new piece of prey for them to leer at. Instead, I have the entire

34 DOC Obsession is starting to take hold as I watch Wren. She’s still acting funny. And not because of Grant. That excuse doesn’t fit anymore, no matter how many times I try to make it. Because she was like this before the man tried to take her. She meets my gaze across the room for a

33 SAINT We’re stepping out of church when I spot them. Men in black, moving where no one should be—tactical gear, suppressed rifles, too clean to be local. They’re trying to blend into the shadows, but they don’t understand this place well enough to disappear in it. Eight of them, minimum. Four I can see—two

32 WREN I’m folding laundry, one of the few tasks that doesn’t upset my stomach. Pixie has been hovering, which is sweet. But it means the men are growing more suspicious of my behavior. My lack of energy. My only constant is my violin. The songs have been softer, sweeter, more hopeful but melancholy. They’ve

31 WREN I must have a bug or stress, lack of sleep, or whatever mess the guys have me cleaning up. I’ve been dragging myself along the last few days. Tired without sufficient reason. At least, not to feel this rundown. I don’t want to complain, though. It’s embarrassing. They do so much all the

30 WREN Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Sin’s cock is a godsend. My core is throbbing, hot, wet, and beyond needy. I’ve never felt so out of my mind before. I need to come. I desperately need… His hand twitches around my throat, and I’m a goner. My orgasm is long and drawn out

29 SIN Wren is in fucking trouble. I don’t catch her before she climbs onto the back of Buzz’s bike, before they speed off, but I do trail them…to the fucking dollar store. What does she need so badly that she couldn’t ask for it? When she disappears inside and Buzz rides off, I dismount,

28 WREN It’s been a week, and I’m finally moving around more normally. The pain in my shoulder is still intense most of the time, but I’m no longer hunched nor relying on the cocktail Doc has made for me. My husband gifted me a new burner phone, which I mostly use to play games,

27 SAINT My wife is so fucking still, laid out on our bed, attached to tubes and machines that we had to go find in order to keep her stable. I haven’t slept, sitting here, beside the bed we share. My elbows indent my knees as I stare at her. The shoulder bandage peeks out