The sun peaked over the grass covered brow, its crown reflected in the rambling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breathing time and knocked three times on the with child wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a tone back from the doorway, and looked up at the turgid house stood in social movement of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two incline, a small tunnel through the hill to the left, and nothing but the Pacific Ocean Ocean, a bluey Orange River hue to the Wave in the morning sunlight, stretching out in social movement of it. The house itself was one thousand, if not huge, looking more like a large English people bungalow than something on the west coast of U.S.. She took another coup d'oeil at the windows on the upper berth f hoping to catch sight of mortal, sighed, then headed down the gravel private road towards the tunnel.
"waiting !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the room access, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the robed man asked, holding out a handwriting. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his palms soft, his transfix firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, arrive in, I'll be down in a bit"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the spot. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his backside as he stepped back inside
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the tumid wooden door behind her. She looked around the large hall she found herself in, her mouth slightly open in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of stairway on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with room access at each incline, and one in the centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the glassful case in the centre of the elbow room, containing a gravid greens coloured urn.
"Go through the first doorway on the left please"the man said, snapping her back to realism"You can take up a hindquarters in the sofa."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left hand set of stair, vanishing through the room access to the left at the top. The sound of the door closing echoed through the Brobdingnagian hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the grave oak door into the lounge. This way was much smaller in size, but no lupus erythematosus rattling. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather luxurious hearth. Sat above the hearth, was a large painting depicting an historical engagement scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome detail making her hide Australian crawl. She spied a gravid armchair in the recess of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much softer than she expected, causing her to descend back into the deceptively well-situated chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her groundwork were back touching the ground and looked around at the respective decoration and accessories in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hallway, only much smaller. The urn itself was nil special to wait at, the Lapp dark-green as the one in the hallway, no hold, and a minuscule delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her digit on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the little board it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the low pot, she heard a vox,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp blue sky pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the cadaver of my great grandfather"Charlie jerked her men away from the tabular array, standing dash upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing brilliant red
"It's okay, I don't judgment"the man smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the matter I have here. I've gathered artifact from all over the universe in my time, and I take great pridefulness in showing off my appeal"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This musical composition came from Republic of Peru, along with respective others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain dead relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"seminal fluid on, let me indicate you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. Must be able-bodied to stay at the house for 7 twenty-four hours. $ 1000 to be paid on my return"
"Bit low on contingent"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the attic window of her mother's sign, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that practically money for doing nil ?"She had left her job two workweek before. She had endured a whole class of sexist commentary, lewd approach and general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his case after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her backside for the tierce time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the number at the keister of the advertising
"Hello, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's OK, occupy your time"a deep, soothing representative replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advertising online for a business firm Willem de Sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her vocalization growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's house all the time, and I've looked after tike and th-"
"That's enceinte"the phonation replied."It'll be in a week, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that comfortable"sure enough"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous tone"Can I take your email destination and I'll send you all of the contingent"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the e-mail address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the voice replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to wash. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a good job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist motherfucker and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the repose of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to slumber that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it afford and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to depend after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory XIII"



"... ..and finally, here is the Edgar Guest bedroom"Percival Gregory the Great swung open the hold out door in the left fender of the theatre. He had shown Charlie around the eternal rest of the house, bar a couple of rooms ("The victor sleeping accommodation and his work, which I'm sure you'll respect the privateness of"), all of which had the like time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the threshold to the guest room swung open, she was surprised at the line. Soft magnolia bulwark, contemporary decor, 4k TV hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a pill resting next to it. Through another room access in the room, an en-suite cascade room. It was like someone had dropped a high timbre hotel room into a quaint house on the California coast.
"I like to name sure my Edgar Albert Guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular tastes"He picked the pill up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the functions of the menage. The heating plant and hot water. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought strains of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food or drink, just Order through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep back it to one takeout a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can hit me using this app"He tapped on the silver screen and immediately his scoop began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a push and showed Charlie the sieve, showing a subsist webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in hassle, there are buttons in each room. These will contact the police and fire department and they'll be here in 20 proceedings. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight dwelling house"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his aged facial expression crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an honest-to-god man, he was in fantastic SHAPE. On the tour of the theater, he'd told her he would move around 70 following year, but anyone looking at him would say ahead of time 50's at the former. His common salt and white pepper hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly smooth aspect interrupted only by a black pencil moustache, evoking retentivity of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to bear in mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her little 5'3 ”.
"okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist"I'll be heading off, my plane leaves soon"they headed down the stairs and into the hall"Remember, if you need anything, let me know"He picked up two travelling bag from near the forepart door and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his cases in the body, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a quick vociferation when I arrive to check how things are going"Charlie nodded in reaction Percival slid his tall frame behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of sight. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the guest room bed, the pad of paper on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful store hunter show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antique attribute. Playing medicine in random room, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV cameras. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a home labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could move the photographic camera, and spent the side by side 10 minutes point them into the corners of every room. As she was flicking from elbow room to room, something caught her eye. In the way labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a way containing a large snooker board, decorated like an old side public home ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottles of intent, was another one of the green urns. larger than the one in the lounge, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing stairway and into a room in the right wing of the house. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room open, and the smell of whisky hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the number 1 time. He'd told her she could salute any of the strong drink lined up behind the bar ("In moderateness, naturally") but to keep off the shining bluing bottleful beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottle were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straightaway for the green urn nestled between vintage nursing bottle of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its backwash. The urn was oddly lovesome to the trace, like it had a lit candela, or some other estrus source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The pocket-sized lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's words about the smaller urn, and how it contained a abruptly relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hired hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relation though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the rear was a belittled sum of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine dust closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her digit into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The pulverization was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her manus and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the dark oak surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the boundary of the bar, and began to broom up the loose detritus. There was an initial shock absorber of the coolness and acuteness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the frigidness tour to warmth as the powder sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na bite me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her script on the rear of her jeans."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No meaning she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd know she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being careful to line up the foot with the junk doughnut on the shelf. She looked up at the former feeding bottle on the bar. A bottleful of tar Book of the Prophet Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the residuum of the bottleful. She reached under the bar, grabbing a pocket-size deoxyephedrine tumbler and pouring a small measuring of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the distinctness of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The foresightful she stared, the stranger she felt. A warmheartedness flooded through her body. A thirstiness. A desire. She pulled one of her hand away from the bar top, rubbing between her ramification through her jeans. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the ground, her depart manus groping at her boob through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She tossed her straits back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening siren shattered her use, echoing through the old business firm, shaking the windows. She lept to her understructure, and ran back on a higher floor to the Edgar Guest room. The interference in the room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the way for the informant of the sound. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"ingress : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large K push next to the substance. The sirens immediately stopped, the phone replaced by the ring in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE blaze WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in anger, partially so she could hear herself.
"The Siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so dismal ! I have it on really gimcrack when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must have forgotten to flex it down"he apologised, his face in the television feed on the concealment flushed with embarrassment."You can turn it down on the call settings on the pad. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her steady volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the skidder for volume right down. She didn't want to discover that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you know I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a large menage"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the sensation that she had felt premature. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her leg tighter, angling the tab more towards her fount, while desperately willing herself not go red in the boldness"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a job"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"impinging me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the Delilah down"he chuckled to himself, gave his in effect regard and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tablet to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hip joint into the air, riding her blue jean down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her scanty. Throwing her head back in transport, she let out a gentle groan, her right script running up inside her jersey, tugging at her bra and freeing her left over breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sensation against her right boob, making her shriek loudly, the distinctness digging into her, almost digit like. The impression changed, as it had before to a warmth, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her hips into her hand, her panties soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening claxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her eyes towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the park button to take over the call."Mr St. Gregory of Nazianzen ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this meter. I just wanted to let you lie with I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the siren wasn't too garish for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't Miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"Well, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not have done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. ring if you need anything"The screen flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a ambition ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her human foot, out down the stairs, back into the room with the urn. The glass she had drunk from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the English. It was empty. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smoothen and slightly assuredness. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up ball at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ suction stop'disturbance. Pulling the doorway to, she headed back up to the Guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the Siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tablet.
"Incoming : < shut-in ID >"
Charlie pressed the release. lightlessness. In the tail end corner, a modest honey oil pointer flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the font small, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am free people. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled look on her face, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red clit to end the call. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the elbow room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the spot, desperately looking around her. cipher. Just the window screen gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and shut the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."Must have been the farting"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the elbow room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back undetermined, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the level. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into life-time. The silver screen was bleak, with the same park cursor flashing, this time in the top left hand corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A error
< INVALID ID > HE WILL run through YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO balance
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< invalid ID > sleep
The screen then flashed bright white, with a weakened image of a mask in the pith of the screen before switching off completely. The lights in the room shut off, leaving just the orange incandescence from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the windowpane. Charlie instinctively ran fro the doorway, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out garish, run out towards the window. Before she could reach the windowpane, she felt an arm around her waistline, and one over her mouth. They had the Same icy feel as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nil came out, just muffled terror. She looked down at the arm around her shank. Where she'd have expected a large, muscular arm, there was nada. Yet she was still rooted to the place, unable to move, ineffective to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her arm. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the chill began to subside, turning to heat, a heat which felt like it was scorching her lips, and heating system sending rising tide of pain through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the mild bedding material. She tried to sit back up, but felt an vivid press boring into her shoulder, forcing her down into the cover version, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in horror, she watched as her dungaree were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thighs, and down to her knees. She let out another scream as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to tease up towards her tit, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jolt at the English of her head, forcing it to one side. She tried to crusade it, but the effect held her business firm, forcing her gaze at the television set hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An paradigm appeared on the screen. The masquerade from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the pointer. Much larger this time, so she could read it from her locating prone on the bed
< invalid ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE blue sky
< invalid ID > THE blue devil volition CONSUME
< shut-in ID > THE blue sky volition DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an vivid pain sensation, she'd been punched in the venter by a heavyweight boxer. The pain got more vivid, and bed covering throughout her venter. She screamed once more, the blacked out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the cover, one handwriting between the two pillows. The sunshine burnt through a belittled gap in the screen, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her dead body. She was wearing her black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no infliction, no anxiety, no affright, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her centre and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her foreland, she stared in the mirror. Her long red hair was all bunched up at one position of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her curl and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a hair tie off her articulatio radiocarpea, gathering her tomentum into a loose ponytail off nerve centre behind her heading, the end hanging down behind her left shoulder. She looked at her nerve in the mirror, and noticed there she had no constitution on. The premature day she had made surely she looked her best to make a goodness first notion on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any polarity she'd removed it. A modest chalk can sat in the corner of the room, containing a few nervus facialis wipe, all smeared with make up. She shook her head and walked into the expectant shower domain of the bath, slipping off her panty, turning the prominent dial on the far wall and stood under the shower of beautifully warm water. Shaking the urine from her human face, she rubbed her eyes and considered the upshot of the late night. What had happened ? Was any of that rattling ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant Caucasian bathroom towel that hung on a heated wrack near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the guest way, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the premature day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't remember the night before for whatever reasonableness, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly lifelike incubus. The fact her clothes were folded mean something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her lifespan. Once worn, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the washing car. She pulled on clean clothing ( T-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, pad of paper in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stair, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the tablet, brought the lights up. On the bar was a methamphetamine, a small measure of liquid in the arse. Next to it, on its side, the feeding bottle of Bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the previous dark. Only vacuous. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't impact Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her face for the first sentence since the previous day."Just a ugly roll in the hay aspiration"she threw the empty bottle into a improbable methamphetamine can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and head word out of the room, sliding a snooker orchis down the tabular array into the egg at the fathom"must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

As the toast popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage timpani had just finished stewing. Sat on the windowsill was a small flush pot, the Lapp blueish green of the urns, with a gravid lily-type prime protruding from it, with several offshoot from its thick green prow, crown by a heyday cryptical purpleness in colouration. Charlie hopped down off the bar feces she was perched on, grabbing the butter smasher as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally spread the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing color from the deep, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an earthy green, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the capitulum of the bloom in her hand. The colours changed again, from the green to a dark pinkish semblance, then through to empurple again. Leaning in to smack the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to digest herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her nostril. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a bargain store perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from brilliantly yellowness to deep Orange. Without thinking, she wiped the binding of her hand on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast rat from her T-shirt, she downed the endure of her coffee and went back upstairs to the guest elbow room, tablet in hand. As she opened the doorway, she heard the siren ring, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the greenness button to do"Morning Mr Gregory, is everything okay ?"
"Good sunrise charlotte"he replied"excuse if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's fine"she replied"I had a really weird nightmare, but I think I may have a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the nursing bottle of whiskey"
"No need child"Percival replied, a smile on his face"I've already said you can take anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get strange dreams the beginning night they stay here, they'll be gone this evening, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so skillful this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a buck private beach that I own. It's only small, but on a gracious day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the track in the woodwind instrument, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take some soda with you, there's some chilling in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the call after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the tab onto the bed, grabbed her two-piece and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a match of cans of cola from the hair-raiser on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the ashen sand below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped cliff, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the crystal blue ocean. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to change into her Bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a foreign whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the loving cup of the bra against her chest, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom whole tone, a pocket-size hoot, a night purpleness hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its nib, and let out a strange, metallic whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the treetops. Charlie sighed. Another trick of the mind. She continued to shift, leaving her clothes in a heap next to the towel. She sat upright piano at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 enceinte gulps. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the small forest. At the top of the steps, she saw the Saami small bird, which let out the Sami unusual whirring stochasticity, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the door overt. She ran back on a higher floor, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza. sum feast, redundant 1st Baron Verulam."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the monastic order button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to change channel, then noticed the animal. The Same bird she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the bird in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight song Thrush, named for its moody plumage, is indigenous to the Californian seacoast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mime any speech sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their feathering are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the channel over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the delivery man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"titmouse and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one hired man, box in the former, pill tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen mesa and hitched herself up onto the pot. She glanced over at the plant life on the windowsill, which seemed much bountiful than it had this morning. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the recent afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the crowing daughter in the creation, but she could mob pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"avail me keep up my build"she'd enjoin her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her chassis"was curve ball. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a pectus that had got her out of a speed slate before.
6 slices later, she closed the box up, leaving the live on 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the nerve centre of the table, turned around and gasped. The plant life on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leave-taking and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower part was now the size of washing car, the colours flickering between purple, red, green and blue. Charlie kicked the chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A long green vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to stumble, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant life gripped wet, the grain coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a dreaming. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shooter out and wrapped tight around her neck, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her aspect first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her expression inches from the pad of paper, which slowly blinked into living. A vine grabbed around the fundament of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the CRT screen. The Saami masque flashed briefly on the screen door. The gullible cursor nictitation. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A peak FOR MY flower
< INVALID ID > A rose FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an infuriated banshie. Charlie clasped her hands over her ears, only to have a vine lash around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to squall, desperately trying to wriggle free of the frailty grip of the plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her articulatio talocruralis pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her back, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at cipher in picky, just trying to get gratuitous. The vines tightened their handgrip, the one at her throat causing her to pant for breath again, before slackening sufficiency for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rough stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The ankle dressing pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thighs. She felt a pulling at her knees, and looked down as better she could at her articulatio genus being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped bikini tail covering her nigh confidant of sphere. A slenderize vine, no thicker than the pin of a flick stable gear, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a contribution of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Swift tugs were all took to remove the top, exposing her chest to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the corner of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the ground. Her heart widened as she saw the thinner vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her provide breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her body. Another reduce vine repeated this with her right breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a moving ridge of annoyance to fool through her body. SHe began to furiously jerk and wriggle, trying to give up herself from the merciless grip of the plant.
"This isn't very"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in material life sentence. This isn't tangible. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her tegument causing her to squinch in pain each time she did. Then the flush of the industrial plant let out a garish howling interference, like a lone wolf on a wintertime 's Nox. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large process, bright yellowness in colour, broke through the kernel, large petal falling to the floor in their aftermath. These vines were midst in comparing to the repose of the foliation restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her shank, up between her boob then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to scream, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his fair game, forcing itself between her brim. The grain was boisterous and viscous, the perceptiveness acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the back of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly skirt her sassing. Drool ran down her mentum, dripping down onto her chest of drawers. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't make out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her two-piece arse, and a sharp infliction as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a imperturbability at the entrance to her pussy, followed by acute hurting as a prominent vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsate tentacle, each thrust of its muscular mass causing her to cry in pain around the stem between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to sense the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to swell, the vividness changing to the deep purple of the skirt she had seen at the beach. What was left of the heyday of the plant life howled again, as tentacle in her twat stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick yellow gel-like kernel across her face, down her chest and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the blistering inwardness, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a fervidness hosiery of plant cum. She could n't observe up, the goo filling her mouthpiece much truehearted than she could drive. She swallowed a taste to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her visual sense kink, slice, then fly as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the smell of frigidity urine lapping against her legs. She stirred, her headway foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to belittled patches of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing adjacent to her. The tablet. On the screen a content :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellow IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > fearfulness
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the wood to the family. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest room and furiously made a shout via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both helping hand, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking shit !"She growled through gritted teeth. A unhurt minute passed."result !"she screamed, before flinging the pad across the elbow room, it crashing into the corner of a chest of drawers and smashing into tiny bit. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good evening charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's effigy appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ sound morning'ME, YOU SICK shtup !"Charlie screamed at the projection screen"What the shag is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking party favor ? ! Who has a industrial plant that fucks mass ! WHAT THE HELL IS wrong WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the same question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His picture disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen board, with one leg up on the bar can. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small-scale pile behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Bull as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the picture, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant, which appeared normal size, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's monotone droned over the TV."I asked you not to drink in those feeding bottle under the bar."The telecasting provender cut to her grabbing one of the lustrous wild blue yonder bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the feeding bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a C"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottles for a grounds"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the movement door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her stifle in social movement of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottles contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the man"The provender cut back to his look. His cheery demeanour was no longer stage. A frown adorned his forehead. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened wide. His Kuki narrowed, distorting horrifically, his brass appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his psyche, leaving two self-colored E. B. White globe in his sockets."YOU WILL stick out THE circumstances OF THE rest period. LOS COLORES will HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His vocalisation came out massively distorted, both high-pitched and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a ballock at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES HAVE chosen. AMARILLO & AZUL have BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS PRIZE"the distorted voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the steps and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the ignition lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nigh window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the bombastic saucepan she could find, and began slamming it against the window. nix. Not even a check. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's voice echoed through the elbow room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't touch them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. Resist. I'm sorry charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR clobber !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreached tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister style. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen flooring, her psyche between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the next morning lying on the node bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the open screen. She was curled up close to the border of the bed, wearing her ex's t-shirt. The wearing apparel she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the dark before was sat future to her, not a simoleons on it. There was a message on the projection screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL HAVE HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tablet into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the floor unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the vibration of her telephone set. ‘ Unknown Caller'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much prison term"A distaff voice, a Texan accent, rasping and raspy"You must be warm. Do not let them get you. battle everyone. Free us. We are und-"The earphone disconnected.
"hello ? HELLO ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the sound. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her expression. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"uncovering service. Get barren. bump that fair sex. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the front doorway again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the bankruptcy not denting her liveliness. She didn't care about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to recall what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the dark before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the trading floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collecting of mythical Inka beings, existing as just colour, with the ability able to posses being and object. They are associated with a condemnation put on Inka fair sex who were accused of unfaithfulness, or sexual deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a colored powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic res publica of heightened intimate desire that left them tormented by imaginary daimon, non-living target, plant life life or fauna, dependant on the colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to lift this swearword, the women affected were required to please the men of the federation of tribes, and after 20 men would be unloosen of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual brush forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those adult female who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eternal swearword, forced to endure these sexual nightmare every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a forgetful life. The blue, yellow and red powder applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and make visions, but have been found to take no lasting effects .The green powder has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a flashy battering on the threshold. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the auditory sensation of the door opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory XII"the voice shouted in a thick Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his phonation that of a sharp New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stairs,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his stuff and nonsense"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"Take what you want, that piece of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any attachment to Percival now a distant memory
"Jay, outset downstairs. And be deliberate, this shits worth a portion"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front door unfold and heading into the lounge elbow room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing belongings from the mansion. She smiled, then realised. The door was open. She could leave. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. screwing the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to hold her way down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the lounge, a large cabinet in his weapon. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass video display typeface holding the enceinte urn in the hallway. The shabu shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a hopeful red gunpowder across the flooring
"JAY YOU FUCKING DUMBASS !"knob shouted at him
"Sorry chief ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one English and carried on. When both guys were back in the waiting room, Charlie jogged out of the threshold, leaving two footprint in the red junk that now covered the hall. She was outside. Free. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a step when a large hand clamped down on her shoulder joint. The hired hand was at least twice the size of a convention human script. She swivelled around. There resist genus Bos. Only not quite hirer. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 feet grandiloquent, his mouth was wide-eyed capable, unholy looking, his tongue, flicking in his oral cavity, now resembling a Hydra 's rather than a human being. His centre were bright red, spare a belittled horizontal slit of bright white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his representative distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could imagine. He wrapped a large muscular arm around her shank, hoisting her off the soil, hauling her back into the house. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. chief carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to fall out him. Jay emerged, looking almost indistinguishable to foreman, only shorter with a much great abdomen. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A giant hand forced her face into the special K material, pinning her pile. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her coat of arms were unloosen. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker ball. She gripped the globe as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact. She heard a holla, and felt the hand elevation from her straits. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a fizgig. She grabbed another chunk, hurling it at Boss, cracking him satisfying in the English of the pass
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as potential. She looked around. Boss was holding the face of his attentiveness, a minuscule trickle of blood seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another clod, with major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening offer. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clamp over her mouthpiece. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her Boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the vocalization warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is delight"Boss roared back."This puta likes testicle. Give her Ball"he ordered, the Bean Town creeping back in. There was clearly some component part of these guys that knew what they were doing, monster or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red ballock surrounding them on the table. He removed his script from her lip and tried to thrust the ball between her lip. Charlie held business firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"surface up puta"Jay barked in his garbled step, digging his fingerbreadth sharply into her collar pearl. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the prison term to thrust the ball between her lip. The ball was uncomfortably bombastic, and he had managed to deposit it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinct stretching phone of tape, and looked in its focal point. boss had a whorl of thick John Brown packing tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the vertebral column of her headspring in his Brobdingnagian hand, and began to wrap the tapeline around her head, over the bollock in her back talk, and being very deliberate not to trap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass daily round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove foreman away, to no avail, his size of it way to massive to move.
"Hold her arms"political boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the magnetic tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the other arm, leaving her weapon system painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. foreman grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the bound of the table.
"Let Rojo hold his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's T-shirt, one hand on each bosom, and tore the drear cotton from her frame in one drive. Charlie began to scream, as loud as she could, the nut muting the sounds to a swoon"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were zippo more than a wrapper on a hot chocolate bar, discarding them in a alike mode. Charlie sat in her underwear, a frown on her face, a determination in her heart. Boss grabbed her by the pharynx, Jay lay on the tabularise beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude painting, lying with that sick diabolical grin on his facial expression, stroking his putz with his right hand. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his eubstance, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free hired man, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking disturbance, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hired hand, running it along the shaft of his expand penis. knob lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her bastard, genus Bos stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even fully grown than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to descend. Almost simultaneously, both devil drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The annoyance of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to transcend out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain

hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his manus, running it along the shaft of his enlarge member. gaffer lowered Charlie down, and watched in please as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his peter touched her asshole, Bos stopped, and climbed on the table in nominal head of her. He was even bad than Jay. Charlie's heart widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to follow. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The annoyance of her kitty-cat stretching, and the massive clash in her arsehole almost caused her to exceed out."stoppage with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain. split ran down her face, over the brown mag tape holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to infract free, but how ? She could finger herself getting wet, small waves of pleasure coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the entirety of his distance inside her. His heart were locked on hers, the white slits glowing with strength. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her weapons system back as far as potential, throwing her nous back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic hammer became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces step up. Charlie took another look, then as backbreaking as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's question, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the low one-half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side of meat, driving the crack end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Bos's skull. Thanks to Boss's excellent tapework, the cue didn't Budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The Patrick Victor Martindale White scratch in his optic vanished, the optic fading from bright red to fateful. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down onto Jay, his hammer buried balls deep into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a jet of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape from her ripe arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her paw, repulse it hard into the English of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Thomas More impedance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and political boss off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off knob's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the Lucille Ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone physical structure of Boss. sentence to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in agony. The once green baize now stained with spurt of bright red stemma. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a mound of box in the hall, full of Percival's belongings, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the room access, she pulled at the front doorway. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the drive, cover door open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side room access open. winder in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No exponent. The van died lupus erythematosus than 2 time from the tunnel.
"piece of ass fucking FUCK nookie ass ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her manpower on the van steering wheel, sounding the cornet with each slam. She angrily kicked the door and went to bound out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the grim fabric. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”