The sun peaked over the sens covered hilltop, its crown reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her sentinel. 6:47am. She took a short breathing space and knocked three times on the heavy wooden room access. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the declamatory house stood in figurehead of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by Tree on two sides, a small tunnel through the Alfred Hawthorne to the leftfield, and nothing but the Pacific Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the moving ridge in the morning sunniness, stretching out in presence of it. The house itself was grand, if not huge, looking more like a large side cottage than something on the west slide of America. She took another glance at the windowpane on the speed f hoping to enamor great deal of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing aught but a bathrobe. She took two step back up the path.
"Queen City, is it ?"the fleece man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his palms soft, his suitcase firm."I'm so drear, I was in the exhibitioner. Please, do in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the berth. Charlie's face flushed too, the robe only just covering his backside as he stepped back inside
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden door behind her. She looked around the great hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly open in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two solidification of staircase on either side of the room, rising and meeting a storey above in the centre, with threshold at each position, and one in the centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the meth case in the centre of the room, containing a declamatory super C coloured urn.
"Go through the first door on the leave alone please"the man said, snapping her back to reality"You can fill a seat in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left hand set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The sound of the door culmination echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the toilsome oak doorway into the sofa. This room was much smaller in size, but no lupus erythematosus sublime. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather grand fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a large painting depicting an historic fight scenery. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the ghastly particular making her skin crawl. She spied a prominent armchair in the corner of the way, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much balmy than she expected, causing her to come down back into the deceptively comfortable chairwoman. She shuffled herself forwards so her fundament were back touching the land and looked around at the assorted decoration and accessories in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hall, only a good deal diminished. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the same leafy vegetable as the one in the hallway, no grip, and a lowly delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its knit stitch appearance. She stood up and walked over to the small table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be heedful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp bluing pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel white-livered tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my corking grandfather"Charlie jerked her hands away from the table, standing bolt upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing brightly red
"It's okay, 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 not bad pride in showing off my compendium"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with respective others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain utter congener though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"ejaculate on, let me picture you around"he gestured.

It was a calendar week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House brood hen. Must be able to stay at the house for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my riposte"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the Attic windowpane of her mother's theatre, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that lots money for doing zippo ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a whole year of sexist comments, libidinous advances and general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his face after he'd thought it capture to slap her back end for the third base prison term that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the number at the bottom of the mention
"Hello, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's all right, take your time"a deep, soothing voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an name online for a house sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her representative growing in confidence"I look after my female parent 's house all the metre, and I've looked after nestling and th-"
"That's bully"the vocalisation replied."It'll be in a calendar week, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"Sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The part replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his former tone"Can I take your email address 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 email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the valet de chambre 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 phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A home to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her psyche began to raceway. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a good job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist 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 overt and started to read.
"charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my menage. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My destination is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the Edgar Guest bedchamber"Percival Gregory swung open the last room access in the left wing of the star sign. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the house, bar a couple of rooms ("The master copy chamber and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the Same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the door to the guest room swung exposed, she was surprised at the line. Soft magnolia paries, contemporary decor, 4k TV hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting next to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower room. It was like soul had dropped a high gear quality hotel way into a quaint theater on the California coast.
"I like to make sure my guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my specific tastes"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the procedure of the firm. The heating and hot water. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the sieve and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system of rules ...."a tap brought line of Ludwig van Beethoven into the way, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any solid food or drink, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, sustain it to one takeout a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the blind and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a push and showed Charlie the screen, showing a populate webcam provender from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are buttons in each elbow room. These will adjoin the police and fire section and they'll be here in 20 min. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight family"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his aged side crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an senior man, he was in fantastic flesh. On the term of enlistment of the business firm, he'd told her he would turn 70 next yr, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the oldest. His salinity and Piper nigrum hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly liquid face interrupted only by a black pencil moustache, evoking memories of 1930's mobster. ‘ Suave'was the password that came to bear in mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her unforesightful 5'3 ”.
"okeh"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 stair and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me know"He picked up two bag from near the face doorway and headed out to the car sat on the driving. Gently placing his cases in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really prize it. I'll give you a quickly shout when I arrive to check out how affair are going"Charlie nodded in reception Percival slid his tall frame behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the burrow and out of batch. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the Edgar Guest room bed, the pad on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful computer memory hunter show playing to no-one in particular proposition. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated property. Playing music in random elbow room, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV cameras. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a place labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the figure of speech she saw on the television camera. She'd worked out she could move the television camera, and spent the side by side 10 transactions point them into the recession of every room. As she was flicking from room to elbow room, something caught her eye. In the way labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a expectant snooker mesa, decorated like an old English public house ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between feeding bottle of spirits, was another one of the green urns. bountiful than the one in the couch, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing staircase and into a room in the right wing wing of the business firm. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the elbow room open, and the scent of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the elbow room for the initiatory sentence. He'd told her she could drink any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In temperance, naturally") but to avoid the bright blue bottles 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 bottles of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left manus, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its wake. The urn was oddly warm to the touch, like it had a lit standard candle, or some other heat seed inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The small lid had rocked gently to one position when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's lyric about the smaller urn, and how it contained a perfectly relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her helping hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relative though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the butt was a small amount of money of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine dust closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger's breadth into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy frigidity, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her digit, expecting to see it bleeding. cypher. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to repose. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the dark oak surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her helping hand at the border of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the chilliness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn to warmth as the powder sat in her deal, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na sunburn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her men on the book binding of her jeans."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 know she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the ledge, being careful to parentage up the al-Qaida with the debris ring on the shelf. She looked up at the other nursing bottle on the bar. A bottle of jak Book of Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the feeding bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small field glass tumbler and pouring a small measure of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty-bellied glass 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 farseeing she stared, the stranger she felt. A heat flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her paw away from the bar top, rubbing between her wooden leg through her jeans. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the ground, her exit script groping at her knocker through the flimsy fabric of her T-shirt. She tossed her heading back, letting out a soft moan, before a deafening siren shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old star sign, shaking the windows. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstairs to the node room. The noise in the room was deafening. She covered her ear, and looked around the room for the reference of the auditory sensation. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"incoming : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large cat valium button next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the strait replaced by the ring in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in choler, partially so she could hear herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my lamb I'm so sorry ! I have it on really gimcrack when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must have forgotten to flex it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can plow it down on the call mount on the pad. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her voice 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 luger for volume right down. She didn't want to get word that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you know I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the genius that she had felt previous. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her ramification tighter, angling the tab more towards her font, 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 wrick the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his effective wishes and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the lozenge to one side, and threw her pegleg up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her denim down over her bottom, down to below her knee. She plunged her left hand between her leg, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her headland back in exaltation, she let out a gruntle moan, her right hired man running up inside her tee shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sensation against her right white meat, making her screaming loudly, the acuteness digging into her, almost digit like. The feel changed, as it had before to a warmheartedness, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her rosehip into her hand, her panty 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 center towards the tablet.
"incoming : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green clitoris to accept the claim."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this meter. I just wanted to let you do it I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the siren wasn't too tawdry 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. promise if you need anything"The screenland flashed and the video recording provender cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a aspiration ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her 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. It was vacate. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, polish and slightly cool. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up orchis at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ chink'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the client room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tablet.
"Incoming : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. total darkness. In the bottom recess, a small green pointer flashed, then varsity letter slowly appeared, the typeface pocket-size, just about legible.
"< invalid ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled look on her boldness, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 mo, she gave up, and tapped the red button to end the birdsong. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the room access slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the maculation, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the window blind gently flapping in the twist. She hurried over and exclude the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."mustiness have been the fart"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the way, she looked over at the door. It had swung back open, now resting against the silver gray coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the paries flickered into life history. The screen was shameful, with the Lapp dark-green cursor flashing, this time in the top left corner.
< shut-in ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< invalid ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO sleep
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed smart white, with a faded image of a mask in the nub of the screen before switching off completely. The light source in the elbow room shut off, leaving just the orange tree gleaming from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out brassy, beetle off towards the windowpane. Before she could contact the windowpane, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her mouth. They had the Lapp icy feel as the powder had, the coolness burning into her. She screamed into the script, but aught came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a tumid, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her blazonry. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the chill began to settle, turning to heat, a heating which felt like it was scorching her rim, and passion sending floods of painfulness through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to crumple over, falling into the flaccid bedclothes. She tried to sit back up, but felt an vivid pressure boring into her shoulders, forcing her pile into the natural covering, she let out a wow, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in repugnance, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panty, then her milky second joint, and down to her genu. She let out another screeching as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to twit up towards her breast, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jolt at the side of her head, forcing it to one face. She tried to fight it, but the effect held her firm, forcing her regard at the tv hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the screenland. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. Much larger this time, so she could learn it from her position prone on the bed
< shut-in ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE wild blue yonder
< shut-in ID > THE blue sky will CONSUME
< invalid ID > THE BLUE testament DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an vivid pain, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. The pain got more intense, and scatter throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the nigrify out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one hired man between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a diminished gap in the screen, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her body. She was wearing her total darkness Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to slumber in. She felt no pain, no anxiety, no panic, no anything. Swinging her pegleg out of the bed, she rubbed her oculus and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her tenacious red hair's-breadth was all bunched up at one side of her caput, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her finger's breadth through her locks and neatened them up as skilful she could, before slipping a tomentum tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off heart and soul behind her head, the end hanging down behind her unexpended shoulder. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no composition on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her in force to make a good first off belief on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any sign she'd removed it. A small-scale scrap can sat in the quoin of the room, containing a few seventh cranial nerve rub, all smeared with shuffling up. She shook her heading and walked into the prominent cascade area of the bath, slipping off her panties, turning the large dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm water. Shaking the H2O from her face, she rubbed her center and considered the events of the previous night. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant White River bathtub towel that hung on a heated wrack near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the invitee room, and went to get dressed. She found her 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 remember the nighttime before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her dress were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life. Once worn, they were chucked in a crinkle orchis and dealt with by the washing auto. She pulled on clean vesture ( jersey and dungaree, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hand. As she reached the buttocks of the stairs, she noticed the room access to the pub way was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the pill, brought the lights up. On the bar was a ice, a belittled quantity of liquid in the hind end. adjacent to it, on its side, the bottleful of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the previous night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the hollow feeding bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't match Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smiling hit her fount for the kickoff prison term since the premature day."Just a horrible roll in the hay dream"she threw the vacuous bottle into a grandiloquent trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the spyglass and head out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the balls at the rump"mustiness 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 wassailer, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the time of origin kettle hole had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a small heyday pot, the Lapplander blueish green of the urns, with a orotund lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoots from its thick green stem, crown by a flower oceanic abyss purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar potty she was perched on, grabbing the butter beauty as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally disperse the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the bloom. It appeared to be shimmering, changing gloss from the rich, midnight purpleness she'd seen from across the room to an vulgar commons, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the head of the flower in her hand. The people of colour changed again, from the unripened to a dark pinkish people of colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the heyday, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellowness pollen down onto the mitt she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the fragrance hit her nostril. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a bargain store perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her hired hand, which had changed from bright yellow to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the dorsum of her hand on her dungaree and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast puke from her tee shirt, she downed the net of her coffee and went back upstairs to the client room, pad of paper in hand. As she opened the room access, she heard the siren vibrancy, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the commons clit to respond"daybreak Mr Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari, is everything O.K. ?"
"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 delicately"she replied"I had a really weird nightmare, but I think I may have a beverage too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whiskey"
"No need child"Percival replied, a smile on his face"I've already said you can take in 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 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 Nice this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only small, but on a squeamish day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the tv 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 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 woods, grabbing a couplet of posterior of genus Cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the put on wooden staircase onto to the white grit below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped drop-off, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the crystallization blue ocean. It felt enclosed, but prophylactic. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to commute into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a strange birr. Mechanical, not innate. She held the cups of the bra against her chest, the shoulder strap hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom pace, a small shuttlecock, a dark purpleness hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metallic whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could extend to it, it fluttered off into the crown. Charlie sighed. Another trick of the mind. She continued to deepen, leaving her dress in a spate next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, unfold a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 enceinte gulps. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the sea horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her apparel 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 minor forest. At the top of the step, she saw the same lowly boo, which let out the same strange whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the mansion and swinging the door open. She ran back on a higher floor, throwing her bag of apparel next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza. Meat feast, supererogatory bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature docudrama. She want to change channel, then noticed the animal. The same chick 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 black plumage, is indigenous to the Californian glide. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their feathering are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the hiss itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the channel over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the delivery man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with overplus, then slipped him a tip.
"boob and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one hand, box in the other, pill tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen tabular array and hitched herself up onto the ordure. She glanced over at the flora on the windowsill, which seemed much prominent than it had this forenoon. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the late afternoon sunniness, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the gravid lady friend in the humans, but she could pack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me maintain my bod"she'd severalize her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her human body"was breaking ball. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was felicitous with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding slate before.
6 fade later, she closed the box up, leaving the conclusion 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the meat of the table, turned around and gasped. The plant life on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, parting and stems billowing out from everywhere. The blossom part was now the size of washing machine, the color flickering between purple, red, green and blueish. 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 tighter, the grain coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the mesa, wrapping another vine around her early ankle.
"It's a pipe 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 typeface first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her face column inch from the tablet, which slowly blinked into aliveness. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the screen. The Lapplander mask flashed briefly on the screen. The cat valium pointer nictitation. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A FLOWER FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY blush wine
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an furious banshee. Charlie clasped her helping hand over her pinna, only to have a vine party whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to wriggle liberal of the vice grip of the plant. The vine attached to her pilus yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her peg painfully wide. She screamed again, as the flora forced her over onto her back, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in item, just trying to get free. The vines tightened their grip, the one at her pharynx causing her to gasp for breathing spell again, before slackening sufficiency for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rocky stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The ankle book binding pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thigh. She felt a pulling at her genu, and looked down as best she could at her knee being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her wild blue yonder striped two-piece can covering her most intimate of surface area. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb sheet, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her Bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 swift tugboat were all took to remove the top, exposing her bosom 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 diluent vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her consistency. Another thin vine repeated this with her the right way breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her mamilla, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a wafture of pain to dissipate through her body. SHe began to furiously buck and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in real life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. brave it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to recoil in pain each sentence she did. Then the flower of the flora let out a loudly howl noise, like a lone wolf on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large appendages, bright yellow in vividness, broke through the nub, large petal falling to the base in their aftermath. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage 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 nipple then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to scream, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lips. The grain was grating and awkward, the tasting acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the back of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her mouth. drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her chest. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the former vine was doing, but could n't make out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would come alive from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bottoms, and a sharp nuisance as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as dependable she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her kitty, followed by intense pain as a big vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsating tentacle, each thrust of its mesomorphic passel causing her to cry in painful sensation around the stem between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to sense the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to intumesce, the colour changing to the deep purple of the birdie she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the plant life howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid imperativeness on the wall of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once Sir Thomas More before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick yellowish gel-like substance across her boldness, down her chest and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acid substance, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a attack hose of plant cum. She could n't celebrate up, the goo filling her mouth a great deal loyal than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to preclude herself from drowning, and immediately felt her visual modality twist, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the flavor of dusty water lapping against her legs. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her heraldic bearing. She was lying human face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the base stuck to little dapple of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing next to her. The lozenge. On the silver screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the pill and sprinted back through the woods to the house. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the node room and furiously made a call via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hands, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole mo passed."solvent !"she screamed, before flinging the pill across the room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into bantam patch. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her brain, focusing intensely on the screen
"commodity evening Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's ikon appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ adept MORNING'ME, YOU SICK nooky !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with multitude doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks mass ! WHAT THE HELL IS wrongfulness WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the Saami query"He said, his voice drone, devoid of emotion. His range of a function disappeared from the CRT screen, replaced with a video provender from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar BM. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a pocket-size pile behind her. The television showed her masturbating, rubbing her button with one hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red horseshit as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her lip. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant life, which appeared formula sizing, 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 imbibe those bottles under the bar."The TV feed cut to her grabbing one of the smart blue bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the nursing bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a C"Charlie pleaded, disarray in her voice.
"I told you not to meet those bottles for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the forepart threshold. The pizza pie guy. Charlie on her articulatio genus in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her headspring in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those nursing bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens intimate desires. There are only 20 in the creation"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery deportment was no longer present. A frown adorned his brow. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre dissimilar. His mouth opened wide of the mark. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid White River lump in his sockets."YOU WILL meet THE FATE OF THE ease. LOS COLORES will HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His representative came out massively distorted, both high school and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a 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 bring HIS award"the colour voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the threshold. 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 nearest windowpane. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the heavy saucepan she could line up, and began slamming it against the window. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the story 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 trouble them, they'll leave you alone. They will influence 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 years. I'll be unreachable tomorrow. Have fun charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen base, her head between her articulatio genus, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her English, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the next morning lying on the client bed, her center burning from the sun streaming in through the open screen. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's T-shirt. The wearing apparel she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tab she thought she had broken the night before was sat next to her, not a scratch on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL give birth HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pad into the windowpane, 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 vibration of her phone. ‘ stranger caller'
"hi .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much clock time"A female phonation, a Texan accent, gravelly and raspy"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. complimentary us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"Hello ? hi ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her foresightful red haircloth into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"breakthrough help. Get free. Find that adult female. Find anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounciness. Tried the front door again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the Methedrine indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the nonstarter not denting her spirit. She didn't care about the money any more. Just getting gratis. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the nighttime before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the base, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of fabulous Incan beingness, existing as just colour, with the ability capable to posses being and objects. They are associated with a hex put on Inca cleaning woman who were accused of infidelity, or intimate deviation. It is said that a woman would be marked with a colored pulverisation, that would get a hallucinogenic commonwealth of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by complex quantity demon, pulseless object, flora life or animals, dependant on the colour applied. In realness they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to lift this jinx, the fair sex affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucination. The mind behind this was that they would get such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off intimate encounters forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those char who had been marked with all four colour ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an perpetual curse, forced to endure these intimate incubus every day for the residual of what inevitably would be a short life-time. The blue, chickenhearted and red pulverisation applied during these ritual have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce visions, but have been found to take in no endure issue .The unripe powder has been found t-"
Her meter reading was interrupted by a loud battering on the room access. She looked up. The knock repeated. She then heard the sound of the door gap, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the voice shouted in a thick Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the bannister looking down into the hall
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory XIII ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a acuate 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 end us"
"Take what you want, that piece of diddlysquat owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any attachment to Percival now a upstage retentiveness
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front line door open and heading into the lounge room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was open up. She could result. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. screwing the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to make her way down the stairs. As she reached the keister, Jar came out of the lounge, a large cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the threshold, he smashed into the glass showing eccentric holding the with child urn in the hallway. The glass shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and Forth River, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a shining red pulverization across the trading floor
"JAY YOU screwing DUMBASS !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the stiff of the urn to one side and carried on. When both guy rope were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the doorway, leaving two footprint in the red rubble that now covered the hall. She was outside. Free. She took a face around her, then started to run. She had barely made a pace when a great script clamped down on her shoulder. The helping hand was at to the lowest degree twice the size of it of a normal human hand. She swivelled around. There suffer genus Bos. Only not quite Bos. There was genus Bos in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his mouth was wide open up, demonic looking, his knife, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a ophidian 's rather than a human. His oculus were bright red, save a lowly horizontal twat of undimmed white.
"Rojo will consume his princess"knob roared at her, his voice distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could guess. He wrapped a large powerful arm around her waist, hoisting her off the background, hauling her binding into the house. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. Boss carried her into the mansion, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to watch over him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to honcho, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A titan hand forced her face into the K textile, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to jib. Her weapon system were free. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker ball. She gripped the ball as hard as potential, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact. She heard a bellow, and felt the hand face lift from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the tabular array, brandishing it like a gig. She grabbed another clump, hurling it at Boss, cracking him square in the side of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as possible. She looked around. genus Bos was holding the side of his heed, a pocket-size trickle of rakehell seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major conference twirler accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clinch over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her political boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the phonation warped and distorted, but still retaining the New House of York twang.
"Rojo is delight"hirer roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her Ball"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 balls surrounding them on the table. He removed his hand from her backtalk and tried to push the ball between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her back talk closed as tightly as possible
"open up puta"Jay barked in his disconnected tone, digging his digit sharply into her collar os. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the Ball between her back talk. The ball was uncomfortably declamatory, and he had managed to lodge it behind her teeth. She tried to sprinkle it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinct stretching sound of tape, and looked in its direction. Boss had a roll of thick brown packing tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her head in his Brobdingnagian hand, and began to wrap the magnetic tape around her foreland, over the Lucille Ball in her mouth, and being very careful not to trap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove Boss away, to no help, his size way to massive to move.
"handle her arms"political boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the other arm, leaving her implements of war painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these binding, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the boundary of the table.
"Let Rojo receive his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one hand on each breast, and tore the blue cotton wool from her systema skeletale in one motion. Charlie began to shout, as loud as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her dungaree, pulling them off her like they were goose egg more than a negligee on a chocolate bar, discarding them in a alike manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a frown on her face, a finding in her optic. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the put over beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude person, lying with that sick satanic smile on his grimace, stroking his rooster with his right script. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his dead body, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free hand, grabbing her step-in and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay tiff saliva into the palm of his manus, running it along the irradiation of his enlarged penis. hirer lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her bastard, genus Bos stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to fare. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being deplumate apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain

hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking haphazardness, as Jay pettifoggery saliva into the palm of his manus, running it along the ray of light of his enlarged penis. party boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in enchant as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his tool touched her bunghole, knob stopped, and climbed on the table in strawman of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the sentiment of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being pull apart. The pain of her pussy stretch, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass off out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to kibosh out the pain. bust ran down her face, over the Robert Brown magnetic tape holding the testis inside her mouth. She had to break free, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, belittled waving of pleasance coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his peter into her, each drive forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the blanched snatch glowing with strength. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her arms back as far as potential, throwing her head back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmical throb became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensify. Charlie took another flavor, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's head word, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the broken half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the click end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to Boss's splendid tapework, the cue didn't John Donald Budge from her arm, and push straight into his temple. The white-hot scratch in his eyes vanished, the eyes fading from brightly red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her low-spirited onto Jay, his hammer buried balls deep into her. She withdrew the shard of Sir Henry Wood, a spurt of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape recording from her right arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, drove it laborious into the face of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Thomas More opposition, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and political boss off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off Bos's now flaccid penis, yanking the taping 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 genus Bos. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in suffering. The once jet baize now stained with squirt of bright red blood. She ran from the room, slamming the threshold behind her. There was a pile of loge in the hall, full of Percival's belongings, quick to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the crusade, back room access open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the number one wood side door outdoors. keystone in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing crushed rock everywhere. Then naught. No exponent. The van died less than 2 beat from the tunnel.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her deal on the van steering rack, sounding the horn 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-black fabric. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”