The sun peaked over the smoke covered hilltop, its jacket reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three times on the tumid wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a whole step back from the door, and looked up at the large house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by tree diagram on two sides, a small tunnel through the J. J. Hill to the left, and zip but the Pacific Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the wafture in the morning sunshine, stretching out in front end of it. The house itself was wonderful, if not huge, looking more like a heavy English bungalow than something on the West coast of America. She took another glance at the Windows on the upper f hoping to catch lot of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel drive towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing zip but a bathrobe. She took two stairs back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the robed man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and didder it, his decoration soft, his traction firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, come in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the place. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his nates as he stepped back at heart
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the great wooden doorway 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 house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of staircase on either slope of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with doorways at each side of meat, and one in the heart, Casting her regard downwards, her eye were drawn to the glass causa in the kernel of the room, containing a large viridity coloured urn.
"Go through the first threshold on the provide please"the man said, snapping her rachis to realness"You can take a prat in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left hand at the top. The sound of the door closing echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the heavy oak room access into the lounge. This way was much smaller in sizing, but no to a lesser extent grand. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the gist by a rather exalted hearth. Sat above the fireplace, was a vauntingly painting depicting an historic battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grim detail making her skin Australian crawl. She spied a heavy armchair in the corner of the way, and gently placed herself down on it. The death chair was much softer than she expected, causing her to decrease back into the deceptively comfortable chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the assorted ornaments and add-on in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, standardised in configuration to the one in the hallway, only much smaller. The urn itself was zero special to look at, the Sami green as the one in the hallway, no handles, and a small delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger's breadth on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the diminished table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a vocalism,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp blue pinstriped cause, teamed with a pastel xanthous tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my with child gramps"Charlie jerked her hands away from the board, standing deadbolt upright piano, her straits bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing bright red
"It's okeh, I don't mind"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artifact from all over the cosmos in my time, and I take slap-up pride in showing off my ingathering"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 dead relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"semen on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. Must be able to last out at the business firm for 7 day. $ 1000 to be paid on my replication"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the attic window of her mother's menage, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a wholly year of sexist gossip, lustful advances and general creepiness from her party boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his face after he'd thought it set aside to slap her backside for the third gear time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the bit at the bed of the advert
"Hello, St. Gregory I residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, take your metre"a deep, soothing voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an bring up online for a house babysitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's theater all the clip, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's gravid"the articulation replied."It'll be in a week, are you able-bodied to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that comfortable"certain"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The part replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous whole tone"Can I acquire your email destination and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an e-mail 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 adjacent Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the voice replied, before the headphone 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 raceway. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a practiced job, she could do this all the clock time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist prick and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that nighttime, she remembered the email. She clicked it out-of-doors and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my household. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the Guest bedchamber"Percival Gregory swung open the utmost doorway in the left backstage of the star sign. He had shown Charlie around the eternal rest of the sign, bar a couple of rooms ("The master bedroom and his bailiwick, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the threshold to the Guest room swung undefended, she was surprised at the contrast. soft magnolia walls, modern-day decor, 4k TV wall hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop computer on a desk, and a tablet resting next to it. Through another door in the way, an en-suite shower way. It was like someone had dropped a high school quality hotel room into a quaint house on the California coast.
"I like to constitute sure my node are prosperous"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my special tastes"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the social function of the house. The heating and hot pee. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought strains of van Beethoven into the way, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food or drink in, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeout a day"he chuckled to himself."In an hand brake, you can hit me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a release and showed Charlie the CRT screen, showing a lively webcam feed from the pad."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are buttons in each room. These will adjoin the police and fire section and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight rest home"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter transmission line on his aged boldness crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an honest-to-goodness man, he was in fantastic shape. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would turn 70 succeeding twelvemonth, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the one-time. His salt and peppercorn hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly smooth out face interrupted only by a black pencil moustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the Son that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"OK"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 experience"He picked up two bag from near the front threshold and headed out to the car sat on the campaign. Gently placing his cases in the torso, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a quick call when I arrive to check how things are going"Charlie nodded in answer Percival slid his tall frame behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the burrow and out of sight. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the node elbow room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some hellish warehousing Hunter show playing to no-one in picky. She was engrossed in the level of modern engineering crammed into this seemingly antiquated place. Playing medicine in random rooms, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV tv camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a shoes labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a shop somewhere, judging by the persona she saw on the tv camera. She'd worked out she could move the tv camera, and spent the next 10 minutes point them into the corners of every elbow room. As she was flicking from way to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker mesa, decorated like an old side public sign of the zodiac ), on a small ledge behind the bar, nestled between bottleful of spirits, was another one of the green urns. Bigger than the one in the couch, about the size of it of a firm cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing staircase and into a room in the mighty wing of the theatre. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room undefended, and the feel of whisky hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first time. He'd told her she could tope any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to debar the bright blue bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rarified, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight person for the green urn nestled between vintage bottles of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left paw, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its wake. The urn was oddly fond to the touch, like it had a lit cd, or some early heat source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The minuscule lid had rocked gently to one incline 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 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 relation though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to unfold it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottomland was a minor amount of a ok pulverization. She gently tipped the urn to one face, sliding the fine dust closer to the gap in the urn. She tentatively placed her fingerbreadth into the pulverisation, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy frigidness, with an almost glass-like grain. 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 remain. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the grim oak surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the bound of the bar, and began to drag in up the release dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn 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 deal on the book binding of her denim."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No substance 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 course up the base with the rubble ringing on the shelf. She looked up at the other feeding bottle on the bar. A bottle of Jack 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 small-scale chicken feed tumbler and pouring a humble bill of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the sharpness of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her judgment racing. The recollective she stared, the alien she felt. A warmth flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her wooden leg through her jeans. Slumping back against the strong oak, she slid to the ground, her leave behind helping hand groping at her breasts through the thin textile of her tee shirt. She tossed her caput back, letting out a gentle groan, before a deafening Delilah shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old sign of the zodiac, shaking the windows. She lept to her metrical foot, and ran back upstairs to the guest elbow room. The noise in the way was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the room for the source of the sound. She saw the tablet 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 tintinnabulation in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL 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 sorry ! I have it on really brassy when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must possess forgotten to turn it down"he apologised, his face in the video recording feed on the covert flushed with plethora."You can turn over it down on the call circumstance on the tablet. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's all right"Charlie replied, her spokesperson now back to her regular volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the Pseudemys scripta for mass right down. She didn't want to try that phone 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 great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her stage. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The strange warming whizz. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately bequeath herself not go red in the boldness"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory, I ... .I need to use the lavatory, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"link me if you need to. And don't forget to deform the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best wish and disconnected the vociferation. Charlie threw the pill to one side of meat, and threw her ramification up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her jeans down over her buttocks, down to below her knee joint. She plunged her left hand between her stage, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she let out a gentle moan, her right handwriting running up inside her T-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left titty, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sensation against her right-hand breast, making her shriek loudly, the asperity digging into her, almost finger 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 pelvic girdle into her paw, her scanty 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.
"incoming : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the putting green button to swallow the vociferation."Mr Gregory the Great ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you know 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"wellspring, 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. scream 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 dream ?"It felt so tangible"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her animal foot, out down the stairs, back into the elbow 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 side of meat. It was empty. The urn felt pattern, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly poise. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the junk again, and steer back out of the way, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up orchis at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'interference. 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 pill.
"Incoming : < invalid ID >"
Charlie pressed the push. Blackness. In the bottom corner, a pocket-sized William Green cursor flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the font lowly, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am loose. I am uR pR1ncE
"

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

She swivelled bout on the dapple, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the windowpane blind gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and exclude the window, looking around her. goose egg else in the room."Must have been the steer"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the room access. It had swung back candid, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into aliveness. The screen was black, with the same green cursor flashing, this meter in the top left corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A error
< INVALID ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO balance
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed brilliantly snowy, with a washy figure of a mask in the pith of the projection screen before switching off completely. The Light in the room shut off, leaving just the orange radiance from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in figurehead of her. She panicked, stood still on the smirch, looking for a way out."The windowpane !"She exclaimed out aloud, bolting towards the window. Before she could give the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her sassing. They had the same icy spirit as the pulverization had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but zero came out, just muffled affright. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a large, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the topographic point, unable to move, ineffective to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her weaponry. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the iciness began to lessen, turning to stir up, a heat which felt like it was scorching her sass, and heat sending floods of nuisance through her middle. Just as she reached the bed, The forcefulness vanished, she stumbled backwards, the spine of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the flaccid bedclothes. She tried to sit back up, but felt an acute insistence boring into her shoulder joint, forcing her down into the covers, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in repugnance, she watched as her jean were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thighs, and down to her stifle. She let out another shriek as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to ride up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jar at the side of meat of her question, forcing it to one side of meat. She tried to fight down it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen door still mordant. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the silver screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely seeable, but there. The the cursor. a lot tumid this clock time, so she could read it from her situation prone on the bed
< invalid ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE blue sky
< INVALID ID > THE blue air WILL CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE will DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to squall again, but suddenly felt an intense infliction, she'd been punched in the stomach by a hulk boxer. The annoyance got more intense, and feast throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the blacken out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the mantle, one hired man between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a small gap in the subterfuge, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her consistency. 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 bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her head teacher, she stared in the mirror. Her long red hair was all bunched up at one side of her headway, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her finger's breadth through her locks and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a tomentum tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off centre behind her nous, the end hanging down behind her leftover shoulder. She looked at her brass in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The previous day she had made certainly she looked her best to make a good first printing on Mr Gregory VII. She looked around in the toilet for any sign she'd removed it. A small trumpery can sat in the quoin of the elbow room, containing a few facial rub, all smeared with shuffling up. She shook her head and walked into the magnanimous lavish area of the lavatory, slipping off her scanty, turning the large telephone dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully affectionate water. Shaking the H2O from her face, she rubbed her oculus and considered the events of the previous nighttime. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant white bath towel that hung on a heated rack near the bathroom threshold. Wrapping the towel around her consistency, she made her way back into the Edgar Albert Guest elbow room, and went to get dressed. She found her dress 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 remember the Night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty vesture in her life sentence. Once worn, they were chucked in a crumple globe and dealt with by the washing car. She pulled on scavenge clothing ( tee shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stair, she noticed the doorway to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the threshold, and using the tablet, brought the lights up. On the bar was a methamphetamine hydrochloride, a humble amount of liquid state in the bottom. Next to it, on its face, the bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the former night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the evacuate bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smiling hit her cheek for the first time since the premature day."Just a horrible fucking dream"she threw the empty bottle into a magniloquent trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the trash and head out of the way, sliding a snooker ball down the tabular array into the balls at the posterior"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 pledge popped from the wassailer, 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 boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a pocket-sized flower pot, the same blueish common of the urns, with a large lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoots from its thick green stem, crown by a flower deeply purpleness in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter cup of tea 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 efflorescence. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the recondite, midnight purple she'd seen from across the way to an down-to-earth putting surface, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the head of the bloom in her hand. The colouring changed again, from the Green River to a dark pink people of color, then through to empurple again. Leaning in to smell the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the brightly yellowness pollen down onto the hired hand she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her nostril. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a buy store scent. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from promising yellow to deep Orange. Without thinking, she wiped the back of her script on her jean and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast lowlife from her t-shirt, she downed the last of her coffee and went back upstairs to the guest room, tablet in deal. As she opened the door, she heard the siren tintinnabulation, and glanced down at the flashing twist in her hand.
incoming : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green push to answer"morn Mr Saint Gregory I, is everything okay ?"
"Good morning 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 Wyrd 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 grin on his brass"I've already said you can acquire anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get unusual dreams the first night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't concern"
"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 nice this break of the day"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a common soldier beach that I own. It's only small, but on a nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the television camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the woods, 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 option 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 afforest, grabbing a twosome of cans of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the assume wooden stairway onto to the white grit below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped drop, 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 strange whirring. Mechanical, not cancel. She held the cupful of the bra against her thorax, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom step, a small chick, a dark purpleness hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its honker, 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 creative thinker. She continued to commute, leaving her clothes in a heap next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 large 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 stairs, she saw the same small bird, which let out the Same unusual whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the timberland, arriving back at the house and swinging the doorway open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of apparel next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a declamatory pizza pie. Meat fiesta, extra Bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the ordering clitoris, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature docudrama. She want to change epithelial duct, then noticed the brute. The same fowl she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the bird in a pleasant English people accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its dark feather, is indigenous to the Californian coast. Its is far-famed for being able to perfectly mimic any phone it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific buff. As such, their feathers are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the groove over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the deliverance man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her Bikini. She flushed red with superfluity, then slipped him a tip.
"Tits and a tip, you 're a golden guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one handwriting, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen board and hitched herself up onto the stool. She glanced over at the plant life on the windowsill, which seemed much boastful than it had this dawn. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the late afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the biggest female child in the earthly concern, but she could backpack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"assist me maintain my trope"she'd tell her booster sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curve. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping Fe. She was happy with it. She had curvature where she needed them, and a breast that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 cut later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the tabular array, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size of it, filling the window are, parting and stems billowing out from everywhere. The blossom part was now the sizing of washing automobile, the colours flickering between purple, red, commons 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 trip, She desperately kicked out trying to disembarrass herself. The plant gripped pixilated, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the tabular array, wrapping another vine around her former ankle.
"It's a aspiration. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine crack 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 ankle joint still caught by a vine each. She found her face inches from the tablet, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her promontory back, forcing her to stare at the filmdom. The same masque flashed briefly on the blind. The green cursor wink. 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 FLOWER FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A rosebush FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A shtup FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing wow filled the elbow room, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her hands over her auricle, only to accept a vine party whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to call, desperately trying to wriggle resign of the vice grip of the plant. The vine attached to her hairsbreadth yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankle pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully widely. She screamed again, as the industrial plant forced her over onto her dorsum, her blazon pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at cipher in particular, just trying to get devoid. The vines tightened their clench, the one at her throat causing her to gasp for breathing space again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rough stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The ankle binding pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thigh. She felt a pulling at her genu, and looked down as comfortably she could at her genu being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped bikini merchantman covering her nearly intimate of sphere. A thinly vine, no thicker than the pin of a hitchhike 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 Gustavus Franklin Swift tugs were all took to remove 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 two-piece top dropped limply to the ground. Her eyes widened as she saw the thinner vines restoration, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left bosom, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her eubstance. Another thin vine repeated this with her good breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another howler as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a wave of pain to shoot through her dead body. SHe began to furiously jerk and wrestle, trying to free herself from the merciless handle of the industrial plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in really life story. This isn't really. 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 wince in annoyance each prison term she did. Then the heyday of the industrial plant let out a loud howling dissonance, like a lone wildcat on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two declamatory appendages, bright yellow in coloring material, broke through the centre, expectant petal falling to the floor in their Wake Island. These vines were thick in comparability to the eternal sleep of the foliation restraining Charlie, roughly the heaviness of a can of snow, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her back talk to scream, and the tentacle like vine barb forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lips. The texture was rasping and viscid, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the dorsum of her pharynx, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her backtalk. Drool ran down her chin, 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 centre tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini underside, and a penetrative pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as estimable she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense pain as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly quiver tentacle, each stab of its muscular tidy sum causing her to cry in pain around the bow between her back talk. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the travelling bag of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the enceinte vines fucking her began to swell, the colour changing to the bass purple of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the efflorescence of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her puss stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her sassing which suddenly withdrew from her sass and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick yellow gel-like substance across her face, down her chest of drawers and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acrid substance, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a flak hosiery of plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her mouth much faster than she could drive back. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision kink, disappearance, then disappear as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of coldness weewee lapping against her leg. She stirred, her read/write head foggy, trying to get her heraldic bearing. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to belittled patches of the yellow industrial plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing succeeding to her. The tablet. On the screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellowness IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tab and sprinted back through the woodland to the house. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the client room and furiously made a song via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the pad of paper firmly with both hands, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole minute passed."reply !"she screamed, before flinging the pad of paper across the room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into tiny pieces. Almost instantly, the goggle box set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good evening charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's image appeared on the silver screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ trade good first light'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the concealment"What the shag is up with you ? ! Who messes with hoi polloi doing thema fucking party favor ? ! Who has a plant that fucks multitude ! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his saying blank
"I could ask you the Saami head"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His paradigm disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video feed 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 atomic pile behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clitoris with one mitt, 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 video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant life, which appeared convention 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 bottles under the bar."The video feed cut to her grabbing one of the promising blue bottle 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 Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those feeding bottle for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the look door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her human knee in 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 world"The feed cut back to his cheek. His cheery deportment was no longer portray. A frown adorned his forehead. His sass, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened all-embracing. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his nerve appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's optic rolled totally back in his head teacher, leaving two square white balls in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE FATE OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL have THEIR PRINCESS"His vocalisation came out massively distorted, both in high spirits and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a nut 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 award"the distorted part screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the stairs and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the skinny window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the largest saucepan she could observe, and began slamming it against the window. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Queen City"Percival 's representative 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 Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR hooey !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unapproachable tomorrow. Have fun Queen City"Percival 's representative signed off, in a sinister mode. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her head between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the future morning lying on the guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the clear 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 tablet she thought she had broken the night before was sat succeeding to her, not a dough on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL HAVE HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tab into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the story unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the palpitation of her phone. ‘ Unknown Caller'
"howdy .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have a great deal time"A female voice, a Texan emphasis, rough and raspy"You must be hard. Do not let them get you. fighting everyone. Free us. We are und-"The earphone disconnected.
"hello ? hi ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No solution. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her facial expression. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair's-breadth into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"discovery supporter. Get free. Find that woman. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the steps with a saltation. Tried the nominal head threshold again. Locked. The Windows wouldn't budge the methamphetamine hydrochloride indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the unsuccessful person not denting her feeling. She didn't tutelage about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to recollect 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 pill from the trading floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of mythologic Inca beings, existing as just colour, with the ability able to posses being and objects. They are associated with a swearing put on Incan womanhood who were accused of infidelity, or intimate deviance. It is said that a charwoman would be marked with a dark-skinned powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic commonwealth of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary demon, inanimate target, works biography or animate being, dependant on the color applied. In world they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to lift this scourge, the women affected were required to delight the men of the clan, and after 20 men would be dislodge of the hallucinations. The approximation behind this was that they would know such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual skirmish forever, and be forever tormented every fourth dimension they thought of sex.. Those char who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an aeonian curse, forced to endure these sexual nightmares every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a inadequate life. The blue, yellow and red powders applied during these rite have been found in Republic of Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and make visions, but have been found to take no lasting upshot .The K powder has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a tawdry battering on the room access. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari"the spokesperson 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 Gregory ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his part that of a penetrating New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the steps,"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 slice of diddly-squat owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any affixation to Percival now a aloof memory board
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a portion"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front room access open and heading into the lounge way. Charlie sat on the top whole step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the mansion. She smiled, then realised. The door was capable. She could allow for. They don't know what's going on. She could take the air. Be gratis. Fuck the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to take a shit her way down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the waiting area, a vauntingly storage locker in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass exhibit case holding the orotund urn in the hall. The chicken feed shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a lustrous red powder across the floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING muttonhead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry political boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the stiff of the urn to one side and carried on. When both Guy were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprint in the red debris that now covered the hallway. She was outside. complimentary. 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. The hand was at least twice the size of a convention human helping hand. She swivelled around. There stood Boss. Only not quite honcho. There was gaffer in there. He stood 7 feet magniloquent, his oral cavity was wide open, diabolical looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake 's rather than a homo. His eyes were bright red, save a minuscule horizontal puss of bright white.
"Rojo will own his princess"Boss roared at her, his voice distorted, his accent mark as far from Bean Town as you could imagine. He wrapped a large muscular arm around her waist, hoisting her off the footing, hauling her back into the theatre. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to crusade him off. Boss carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to observe him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to Boss, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar elbow room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A behemoth hand forced her brass into the green cloth, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to stand. Her arms were unfreeze. She reached around for anything she could chance. A snooker ball. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact. She heard a roar, and felt the handwriting facelift from her psyche. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a fizgig. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at honcho, cracking him square in the side of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the board as potential. She looked around. boss was holding the slope of his heed, a low trickle of blood seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major conference pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clamp over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hired man, to no effect.
"Got her hirer"Demon-Jay laughed, the representative warped and distorted, but still retaining the New House of York twang.
"Rojo is delight"foreman roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her balls"he ordered, the Bean Town creeping back in. There was clearly some part of these bozo that knew what they were doing, demon or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red chunk surrounding them on the table. He removed his hired hand from her back talk and tried to force the ball between her sass. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"outdoors up puta"Jay barked in his garbled timber, digging his fingers sharply into her choker bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to jostle the ball between her lips. The ball was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to deposit it behind her dentition. She tried to spew it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinct stretching phone of taping, and looked in its direction. Boss had a roll of thick brownness packing tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her fountainhead in his Brobdingnagian hand, and began to wrap the tape around her heading, over the testicle in her mouth, and being very thrifty not to trap any of her hair, lifting the unloose bun out of the way each whirl round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove Boss away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"Hold her arms"Boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each brawny hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the Saami with the former arm, leaving her weapons system 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 edge of the table.
"Let Rojo experience his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one hand on each tit, and tore the blue-blooded cotton from her frame in one movement. Charlie began to cry, as forte as she could, the Lucille Ball muting the sounds to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her denim, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a wrapper on a umber bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her face, a determination in her heart. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the tabular array 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 vomit satanic grin on his face, stroking his peter with his right hand. It had grown proportionally with the respite 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 devoid hand, grabbing her scanty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a garish hacking noise, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hired man, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. genus Bos lowered Charlie down, and watched in revel as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his putz touched her arse, foreman stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even self-aggrandizing than Jay. Charlie's center widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both ogre drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive rubbing in her bastard almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to immobilise out the bother

hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking haphazardness, as Jay pettifoggery spit into the palm of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. hirer lowered Charlie down, and watched in please as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the persuasion of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the monolithic clash in her arse almost caused her to reach out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to choke up out the pain. bout ran down her aspect, over the brown tape holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to break away detached, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, small waves of pleasure coming between the blow of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed boss, repeatedly slamming his rooster into her, each parkway forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His heart were locked on hers, the white slits glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her munition back as far as possible, throwing her mind back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic pound became faster and harder. The density on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another feeling, then as punishing as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's oral sex, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the impoverished halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one English, driving the flick end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of honcho's skull. Thanks to Boss's fantabulous tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and aim straight into his temple. The white slits in his eyes vanished, the center fading from bright red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down pat onto Jay, his shaft buried Ball deep into her. She withdrew the shard of woods, a spurt of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape from her proper arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hired man, drove it severely into the slope of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more resistivity, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and Boss off him onto the storey. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone body of Boss. time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in excruciation. The once immature baize now stained with jet of bright red roue. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a batch of boxes in the hall, fully of Percival's belongings, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the nominal head door. it swung open with easiness. The van sat there on the drive, back doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side doorway open. Francis Scott Key in the ignition system. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating knockout, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No power. The van died less than 2 metres from the tunnel.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK piece of ass ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in thwarting, slamming her hands on the van steering wheel, sounding the cornet with each slam. She angrily kicked the door and went to leap 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 pitch blackness fabric. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”