The sun peaked over the pasturage covered hilltop, its crown reflected in the sprawl sea behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a unawares breath and knocked three times on the boastfully wooden room access. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no solvent. She took a step back from the room access, and looked up at the declamatory house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two side of meat, a small tunnel through the hill to the left, and zero but the Pacific ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the morning sunshine, stretching out in straw man of it. The sign itself was distinguished, if not huge, looking more like a tumid side cottage than something on the west coast of America. She took another glance at the windowpane on the upper berth f hoping to catch sight of somebody, sighed, then headed down the crushed rock driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"charlotte, is it ?"the pluck man asked, holding out a deal. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his palms soft, his handle firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the cascade. Please, add up in, I'll be down in a mo"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the office. Charlie's impertinence flushed too, the robe only just covering his tooshie as he stepped back inside
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden threshold behind her. She looked around the large hall she found herself in, her backtalk slightly open in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this sign of the zodiac ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two circle of staircase on either face of the room, rising and meeting a level above in the kernel, with doorways at each side, and one in the centre, Casting her regard downwards, her eyes were drawn to the looking glass case in the nerve centre of the way, containing a large greenish coloured urn.
"Go through the start door on the go away please"the man said, snapping her back to reality"You can take a butt in the lounge."Make yourself well-heeled"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the threshold to the left at the top. The phone of the door closing echoed through the immense hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the labored oak room access into the lounge. This room was much smaller in size, but no lupus erythematosus marvelous. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather heroic open fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a bombastic house painting depicting an historic battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome detail making her skin crawl. She spied a large armchair in the nook of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The president was much softer than she expected, causing her to light back into the deceptively prosperous chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her substructure were back touching the flat coat and looked around at the various ornaments and accessory in the elbow room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe to the one in the hallway, only much diminished. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the same green as the one in the hallway, no handles, and a small delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its knit appearance. She stood up and walked over to the pocket-sized table it sat on. As she reached out to trump up the minor pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be heedful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp blue pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel white-livered tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my cracking grandpa"Charlie jerked her workforce away from the table, standing bolt upright, her straits bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing bright red
"It's okay, I don't nous"the valet smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefact from all over the world in my meter, and I take great pridefulness in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain absolutely congeneric though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House broody. Must be able to stay at the house for 7 daylight. $ 1000 to be paid on my riposte"
"Bit low on item"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the Ionic window of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two workweek before. She had endured a whole year of sexist comments, lewd advances and cosmopolitan creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his aspect after he'd thought it conquer to slap her buttocks for the third clock time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the number at the bottom of the advert
"howdy, Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's sanction, take your time"a deep, soothing voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an mention online for a house Sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her interpreter growing in self-confidence"I look after my mother 's theater all the time, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's great"the vocalism replied."It'll be in a workweek, are you capable to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The vox replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous spirit"Can I ingest your electronic mail name and address and I'll send you all of the item"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the e-mail address, her laptop computer let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the man asked, his voice reverting to the calming drone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you future Mon then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the vocalisation replied, before the earphone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollar bill. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to race. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a trade good job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the male chauvinist prick and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that Night, she remembered the email. She clicked it undecided and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my family. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My computer address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Saint Gregory I"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the last door in the left field wing of the firm. He had shown Charlie around the eternal rest of the star sign, bar a mates of way ("The schoolmaster sleeping room and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the Same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibration to them. As the door to the client way swung surface, she was surprised at the contrast. Soft magnolia walls, contemporaneous decor, 4k TV hanging on the rampart across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tab resting next to it. Through another door in the way, an en-suite cascade room. It was like someone had dropped a high quality hotel way into a quaint sign on the California coast.
"I like to get for certain my Guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular taste"He picked the lozenge up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the mathematical function of the house. The heating and hot water. The light ..."he slid his finger along the screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound organisation ...."a tap brought nisus of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm clock organization 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 it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an pinch, you can extend to me using this app"He tapped on the screen door and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a push and showed Charlie the screen, showing a last webcam feed from the pad."And finally, if you're really in bother, there are buttons in each way. These will meet the police and fire departments and they'll be here in 20 arcminute. They'll also contact me and I'll headway straight home"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his aged side crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an old man, he was in fantastic shape. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would turn 70 side by side year, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the sometime. His salt and pelt hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly polish face interrupted only by a dim pencil moustache, evoking memory of 1930's mobster. ‘ Suave'was the Logos that came to listen when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her shortsighted 5'3 ”.
"okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist"I'll be heading off, my woodworking plane leaves soon"they headed down the stair and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me bang"He picked up two suitcases from near the straw man door and headed out to the car sat on the movement. Gently placing his typeface in the body, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really take account it. I'll give you a spry call when I arrive to go over how affair are going"Charlie nodded in reaction Percival slid his tall frame behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the burrow and out of quite a little. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the Guest elbow room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful storage hunter show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated property. Playing medicine in random elbow room, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tab, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a place 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 cameras, and spent the side by side 10 minutes point them into the corners of every room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a elbow room containing a vauntingly snooker table, decorated like an old English public sign ), on a little ledge behind the bar, nestled between bottles of look, was another one of the green urns. magnanimous than the one in the lounge, about the sizing of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the elbow room, down the course staircase 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 capable, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the elbow room for the showtime time. He'd told her she could drink any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to avert the brightly amobarbital sodium bottleful beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the green urn nestled between vintage nursing bottle of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left bridge player, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its wake. The urn was oddly warmly to the ghost, like it had a lit standard candle, or some early heat root inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The pocket-size lid had rocked gently to one face when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's words about the pocket-sized urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a bass desire to spread it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the ass was a pocket-size sum of money of a OK powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine debris closer to the opening night in the urn. She tentatively placed her digit into the pulverization, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The pulverisation was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her mitt 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 Earth's surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the nip twist to warmth as the powder sat in her hired man, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her hands on the binding of her jean."What the Inferno was that ?"She thought. No substance she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd recognize she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being careful to line up the base with the junk anchor ring on the ledge. She looked up at the other feeding bottle on the bar. A bottle of sea dog Daniels was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a belittled meth tumbler and pouring a little measure of the purport out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now abandon trash onto the bar, coughing slightly at the sharpness of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The long she stared, the unknown she felt. A fondness flooded through her organic structure. A thirstiness. A desire. She pulled one of her deal away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her dungaree. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the ground, her left bridge player groping at her bosom through the thin material of her t-shirt. She tossed her school principal back, letting out a appease moan, before a deafening siren shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old theatre, shaking the windows. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstair to the guest room. The noise in the room was deafening. She covered her ear, and looked around the elbow room for the source of the speech sound. She saw the pad of paper flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large green release next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE netherworld WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the twist, partially in anger, partially so she could get word herself.
"The Siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so gloomy ! I have it on really trashy when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must bear forgotten to turn it down"he apologised, his face in the video recording feed on the screen flushed with plethora."You can turn it down on the birdcall settings on the tablet. I am so good-for-nothing again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her fixture bulk, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for volume right down. She didn't want to hear that strait that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you hump I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her branch. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the wiz that she had felt former. The unknown warming sensation. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the pad more towards her face, while desperately willing herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"Contact me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the Siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best want and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tab to one incline, and threw her peg up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her dungaree down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her panty. Throwing her caput back in raptus, she let out a gentle moan, her veracious hand running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her allow for boob, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy star against her right breast, making her shriek loudly, the sharpness digging into her, almost digit like. The feeling 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 klaxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her eyes towards the tablet.
"ingress : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the immature button to accept the outcry."Mr St. Gregory of Nazianzen ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Queen City, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this prison term. I just wanted to let you have intercourse I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the Siren wasn't too loud 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. bid if you need anything"The silver screen flashed and the video provender cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her human foot, out down the stair, back into the room with the urn. The field 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 side. It was empty. The urn felt convention, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly cool. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the debris again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the tabular array and rolling it into the bunched up bollock at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ dog'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the femme fatale went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the pad.
"ingress : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the clitoris. Blackness. In the bottom corner, a low green pointer flashed, then letter slowly appeared, the font diminished, just about legible.
"< shut-in ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am devoid. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a baffle face on her case, waiting for the typewriting to recommence. After 2 bit, she gave up, and tapped the red push button to end the phone call. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the spotlight, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the windowpane blind gently flapping in the farting. She hurried over and exclude the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."Must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the threshold. It had swung back open, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the rampart flickered into lifetime. The blind was black, with the Lapp green cursor flash, this time in the top leftfield corner.
< invalid ID > THE blue sky HAS BEEN FREED
< shut-in ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< invalid ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO relaxation
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< shut-in ID > slumber
The blind then flashed bright white, with a weakened image of a mask in the meat of the screen before switching off completely. The sparkle in the room shut off, leaving just the Orange glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neighbourhood of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in movement of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The windowpane !"She exclaimed out loud, bolting towards the window. Before she could touch the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her oral cavity. They had the same icy feel as the pulverization had, the frigidity burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nothing came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a great, powerful arm, there was naught. Yet she was still rooted to the office, ineffective 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 pall began to subside, turning to inflame, a rut which felt like it was scorching her lips, and passion sending inundation of pain through her diaphragm. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backbone of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the soft bedding material. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense imperativeness boring into her shoulders, forcing her John L. H. Down into the covers, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in revulsion, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panty, then her milky thighs, and down to her stifle. She let out another scream as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to ride up towards her white meat, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a keen saccade at the side of her heading, forcing it to one side. She tried to agitate it, but the force held her house, forcing her gaze at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still pitch-black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the filmdom. The masquerade party from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. a lot heavy this time, so she could show it from her position prone on the bed
< INVALID ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE blue devil
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE WILL CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE testament DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to hollo again, but suddenly felt an intense pain, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. The annoyance got more intense, and spread throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the nigrify out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the cover, one bridge player between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a small gap in the blinds, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her 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 pain, no anxiety, no panic, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the lav. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her farseeing red hair was all bunched up at one side of her forefront, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her locks and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a pilus tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a idle ponytail off centre behind her head, the end hanging down behind her left shoulder. She looked at her typeface in the mirror, and noticed there she had no composition on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her outdo to make a secure outset mental picture on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any augury she'd removed it. A pocket-sized wish-wash can sat in the corner of the room, containing a few facial wipes, all smeared with make up. She shook her head and walked into the large cascade area of the bathroom, slipping off her pantie, turning the large telephone dial on the far rampart and stood under the shower of beautifully ardent water. Shaking the water from her face, she rubbed her eyes and considered the events of the previous night. What had happened ? Was any of that real number ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a giant Edward White tub towel that hung on a heated rack near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her consistence, she made her way back into the guest way, and went to get dressed. She found her wearing apparel from the previous day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't think of the nighttime before for whatever rationality, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly pictorial nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her lifespan. Once don, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the washing machine. She pulled on unobjectionable habiliment ( t-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hand. As she reached the freighter of the stairs, she noticed the door to the pub way was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the threshold, and using the tablet, brought the lights up. On the bar was a glass, a small amount of money of liquid in the tail. Next to it, on its side of meat, the bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a boozing from the premature night. Only void. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty bottle and let out a foresighted, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her face for the initiatory metre since the previous day."Just a horrible fucking dream"she threw the abandon bottle into a tall trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and head teacher out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the balls at the can"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 tab, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle had just finished simmering. Sat on the windowsill was a small-scale flower pot, the same blueish green of the urns, with a large lily-type blossom protruding from it, with respective offshoots from its thick park root word, crown by a prime deep purple in coloring material. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish 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 flush. It appeared to be shimmering, changing coloring from the rich, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an gross green, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the head of the flower in her hand. The colours changed again, from the green to a dark pink coloration, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the peak, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her anterior naris. 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 bright yellow to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the back of her bridge player on her denim and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the pledge scum bag from her t-shirt, she downed the last of her coffee and went back upstairs to the client room, tablet in handwriting. As she opened the door, she heard the siren sonority, and glanced down at the flashing gimmick in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to respond"Morning Mr Gregory, is everything okay ?"
"trade good dayspring Charlotte"he replied"Apologies 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 make a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll substitute the feeding bottle of whiskey"
"No need child"Percival replied, a smile on his grimace"I've already said you can lead anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get unusual dreams the start 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 squeamish this cockcrow"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only minuscule, but on a courteous 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 woods, down the stairway 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 tablet onto the bed, grabbed her Bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a couple of arse of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the clean Baroness Dudevant below. The beach itself was modest, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the watch crystal blue sea. It felt enclosed, but secure. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the priming and began to change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a stochasticity. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not cancel. She held the cups of the bra against her chest, the strap hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the posterior step, a pocket-sized hiss, a dark purple hue to its plume, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metal whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the treetops. Charlie sighed. Another fast one of the mind. She continued to change, 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 one-half of it in 3 expectant draught. Pulling her sun hat down over her aspect, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hr or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the sea 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 horseshoe back on and headed back up the stairway to the diminished forest. At the top of the stairs, she saw the like pocket-size hoot, which let out the Lapplander strange whirring dissonance, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the door open. She ran back upstair, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a prominent pizza. marrow feast, superfluous Roger Bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the Holy Order button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to exchange channel, then noticed the beast. The same razzing she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the bird in a pleasant side accent.
"The Midnight birdsong Thrush, named for its benighted feather, is indigenous to the Californian coast. Its is famous for being capable to perfectly mime any audio it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific devotee. As such, their feathers are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the raspberry itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the channel over to a situation comedy, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza pie 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.
"titty and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the doorway before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one mitt, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the stool. She glanced over at the works on the windowsill, which seemed much bigger than it had this forenoon. She shrugged it off as an head game of the former afternoon sun, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the large young woman in the man, but she could pack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me maintain my digit"she'd tell her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her form"was curves. Not fat by any means, but not a trunk you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had curvature where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 slice later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the midpoint of the tabular array, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, farewell and stems billowing out from everywhere. The prime part was now the size of washing machine, the colouring flickering between purple, red, super C and dreary. Charlie kicked the chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A farseeing green vine shot out from the flora, wrapping around her ankle joint, causing her to slip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant life gripped tighter, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a dream. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shot out and wrapped tight around her neck, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her face first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her typeface inches from the tab, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her caput back, forcing her to stare at the covert. The Saame mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green cursor blinking. 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 flush FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A screw FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an infuriated banshee. Charlie clasped her hands over her capitulum, only to have a vine whip around each articulatio radiocarpea, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to hollo, desperately trying to wriggle liberate of the vice grip of the industrial plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her rachis, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get free. The vines tightened their hairgrip, the one at her throat causing her to gasp for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the approximate stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The articulatio talocruralis cover pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankle to her thighs. She felt a pulling at her knees, and looked down as best she could at her human knee being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped bikini bottoms covering her well-nigh intimate of surface area. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb tack, crawled up her abdomen, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 blue-belly tugs were all took to bump off the top, exposing her breasts 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 eyes widened as she saw the thinner vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left titty, tightening slightly, isolating it from the remainder of her body. Another thin vine repeated this with her right knocker, gripping them firmly. She let out another shrieking as the end of each vine wrapped around her tit, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a wave of pain in the ass to fritter through her dead body. SHe began to furiously hitch and wrestle, trying to free herself from the merciless handle of the industrial plant.
"This isn't tangible"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in real sprightliness. This isn't literal. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her hide causing her to cringe in hurting each prison term she did. Then the flush of the plant let out a loud howling disturbance, like a lone beast on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two with child outgrowth, bright yellow in colouring, broke through the sum, large flower petal falling to the level in their Wake Island. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the heaviness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waistline, up between her mamilla then turn back, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her sassing to hollo, and the tentacle like vine dig forward, like a weasel pouncing at his fair game, forcing itself between her sass. The texture was jolting and unenviable, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the vertebral column of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly skirt her mouth. humbug ran down her chin, dripping down onto her bureau. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her back talk to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't crap out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't veridical"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bottom, and a acutely bother as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense pain as a heavy vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly quiver tentacle, each thrust of its muscular mass causing her to cry in nuisance around the bow between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to palpate the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the gravid vines fucking her began to puff up, the vividness changing to the thick purple of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the heyday of the plant life howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lip and swelled too. She screamed once to a greater extent before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a stocky yellow gel-like heart and soul across her face, down her thorax and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the bitter substance, which kept coming at her, like soul was spraying her with a ardor hose of plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her mouth much dissipated than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision twist, fade, then fell as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the tactile property of cold piddle lapping against her wooden leg. She stirred, her point foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying boldness down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to minor temporary hookup of the yellow plant life cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing next to her. The tablet. On the filmdom a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > fearfulness
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the timber to the house. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest room and furiously made a call via the pad of paper to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hands, shaking with anger
"resolution you fucking bastard !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole instant passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the lozenge across the way, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into lilliputian small-arm. Almost instantly, the tv set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good evening Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's mental image appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ in effect break of the day'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks citizenry ! WHAT THE HELL IS wrong WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the Saami question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video provender from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar stool. The Bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a belittled 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 make-do dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouthpiece. In the TV, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant, which appeared normal size of it, 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 video."I asked you not to drink those feeding bottle under the bar."The television feed cut to her grabbing one of the vivid blue bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a provender from the beach of her downing half of the nursing bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, muddiness in her voice.
"I told you not to tinge those nursing bottle for a cause"Percival sounded raging. The feed ficked again to a feed of the front door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her human knee in front line of him, sucking him off on the threshold. Charlie shook her headland in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottleful contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the reality"The feed cut back to his brass. His cheery demeanour was no longer pose. 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 chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's middle rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid white balls in his sockets."YOU WILL endure THE FATE OF THE REST. LOS COLORES will HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His phonation came out massively distorted, both high and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a Lucille Ball 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 wealthy person BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS award"the falsify voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the way, down the stair and frantically grabbed at the threshold. Locked. The key that had hung in the ignition lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nearest windowpane. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the largest saucepan she could find, and began slamming it against the window. cypher. Not even a check. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry charlotte"Percival 's voice echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. Resist. I'm sorry Queen City. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR STUFF !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreached tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's part signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her head between her genu, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her English, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the following morning time lying on the guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the spread out blinds. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's T-shirt. The clothes she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The lozenge she thought she had broken the night before was sat following to her, not a scratch on it. There was a message on the screen door
"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 base unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the vibration of her phone. ‘ Unknown Caller'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much sentence"A female voice, a Texan accent, rough and raspy"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. gratis us. We are und-"The telephone disconnected.
"howdy ? hi ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the sound. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her typeface. She quickly got dressed, wound her prospicient red hairsbreadth into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"breakthrough help. Get free. Find that woman. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a leaping. Tried the front door again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her heart. She didn't tutelage about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the night before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of fabulous Inca beings, existing as just people of colour, with the ability able to posses being and objects. They are associated with a curse put on Incan women who were accused of unfaithfulness, or sexual deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a coloured powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by fanciful daimon, inanimate objective, plant life animation or creature, dependent on the colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would bask. It was thought that to filch this scourge, the cleaning lady affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every fourth dimension they thought of sex.. Those adult female who had been marked with all four coloring ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an everlasting curse, forced to stick out these intimate nightmares every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a short life. The Amytal, jaundiced and red pulverisation applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and have vision, but have been found to have no live on event .The cat valium powder has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a garish banging on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the audio of the door orifice, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory the Great"the representative shouted in a thick Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the balusters looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a sharp New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the step,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his stuff"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"Take what you want, that objet d'art of tinker's dam owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any attachment to Percival now a distant retentivity
"Jay, showtime downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his cooperator"
"Sure affair Boss"he quipped, wedging the nominal head door open and heading into the sofa elbow room. Charlie sat on the top tone, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The threshold was outdoors. She could go away. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be devoid. Fuck the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as potential. She stood up and started to make her way down the steps. As she reached the ass, Jar came out of the sofa, a tumid console in his arm. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the deoxyephedrine display character holding the vauntingly urn in the hall. The meth shattered with a deafening audio, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a bright red powder across the base
"JAY YOU FUCKING DUMBASS !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Bos ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the stiff of the urn to one slope and carried on. When both hombre were back in the couch, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footmark in the red dust that now covered the hallway. She was outside. liberate. She took a feeling around her, then started to run. She had barely made a pace when a large hand clamped down on her articulatio humeri. The hand was at least twice the size of a normal human mitt. She swivelled around. There fend Boss. Only not quite genus Bos. There was genus Bos in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his back talk was encompassing subject, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake 's rather than a man. His optic were brilliant red, keep open a small horizontal twat of lustrous white.
"Rojo will stimulate his princess"foreman roared at her, his voice distorted, his stress as far from Hub of the Universe as you could envisage. He wrapped a large muscular arm around her waist, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her back into the house. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. Bos carried her into the sign of the zodiac, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to follow him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to chief, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar way, and thrown onto the snooker mesa. A giant hired man forced her nerve into the green cloth, pinning her John L. H. Down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to fend. Her arms were release. She reached around for anything she could detect. A snooker testis. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would reach liaison. She heard a bellowing, and felt the hired hand raising from her headspring. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at honcho, cracking him square in the side of the brain
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as possible. She looked around. chief was holding the side of his heed, a low dribble of blood seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major league twirler accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clinch over her back talk. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her Boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is please"hirer roared back."This puta likes balls. impart her egg"he ordered, the Boston creeping back in. There was clearly some part of these guys that knew what they were doing, demon or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red Ball surrounding them on the board. He removed his hand from her mouth and tried to force the ball between her lips. Charlie held business firm, screwing her mouthpiece closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled tone, digging his finger's breadth sharply into her collar os. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the egg between her lips. The orchis was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to force it behind her tooth. She tried to spit it out, but to no service. She heard the clear-cut stretching speech sound of tape measure, and looked in its focal point. honcho had a rolling wave of thick brown packing tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her point in his huge hand, and began to wind the taping around her read/write head, over the ball in her sassing, and being very measured not to trap any of her hair, lifting the liberate bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove Boss away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"clutch her coat of arms"foreman 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 tape measure around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the other arm, leaving her weaponry painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the sharpness of the table.
"Let Rojo have his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one hand on each white meat, and tore the blue cotton from her chassis in one move. Charlie began to scream, as flashy as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jean, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a negligee on a burnt umber bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underclothes, a scowl on her facial expression, a determination in her middle. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that sick demonic grin on his face, stroking his cock with his rightfield hand. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his body, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as midst as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his unloose hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay squabble saliva into the palm tree of his hand, running it along the shaft of his expound member. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her son of a bitch, Bos stopped, and climbed on the table in front man of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both monster drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The painfulness of her pussy stretch, and the massive clash in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."stoppage with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain

manus, 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 medallion of his hired man, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in entranced as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the mesa in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eye widened, and she started sobbing at the intellection of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both daimon drove into her. She felt like she was being bust apart. The painfulness of her pussycat stretching, and the massive clash in her asshole almost caused her to give-up the ghost out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the bother. Tears ran down her font, over the brownish tape holding the lump inside her mouth. She had to demote free, but how ? She could palpate herself getting wet, belittled wave of pleasure coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed foreman, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the integrality of his duration inside her. His optic were locked on hers, the white slits glowing with chroma. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an estimate. She stretched her arms back as far as possible, throwing her head back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmic buffeting became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another look, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's forefront, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the fall apart one-half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the snapped end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to hirer's fantabulous tapework, the cue didn't Budge from her arm, and drove straight into his tabernacle. The clean slits in his center vanished, the eyes fading from bright red to fatal. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down onto Jay, his cock buried balls deeply into her. She withdrew the fragment of wood, a spurt of origin following it. She unwrapped the tape from her right arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, push back it operose into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and knob off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the tapeline from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the duplicate impassiveness and expectoration that had built up on the prone body of Boss. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the board, writhing in torment. The once putting green baize now stained with spirt of brilliantly red blood. She ran from the room, slamming the doorway behind her. There was a mint of corner in the hallway, wide-cut of Percival's belongings, set to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the room access, she pulled at the forepart door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the drive, spinal column doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side door open. Francis Scott Key in the ignition. termination ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating severe, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No superpower. The van died less than 2 beat from the tunnel.
"fuck FUCK roll in the hay FUCK FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her hands on the van steering bicycle, sounding the horn with each shaft. She angrily kicked the door and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her bureau. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the black cloth. As she was struggling, a nerve appeared around the threshold, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”