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In the darkness
Where we dwell
The endless deep
We know so well
The demons here
So dire and fell
All shadows of the self
Where we dwell
The endless deep
We know so well
The demons here
So dire and fell
All shadows of the self
Literature
Monstrous Distinction Part 4
“And why is Mr. Tutor over here looking so down?” Fuutarou was stopped by a familiar voice when he was about to leave the school. And to no surprise it was one of the Nakano sisters that called out to him again. Lucky for him it really wasn’t that hard to tell who it was, as her 8 long tentacles gave her away from a mile away. “Hello Nino. Something weird just happened and I feel like everything that I know about that weird power has been shaken up.” Fuutarou sighed, then turned to face Nino who also looked at him concerned. “What happened?” She asked and moved closer to him. “Do you mind if I listen in as well?” Ichika called out to them from the other side, slithering over to the pair with her snakelike lower body while giving a brief hand sign to her friends behind her. Fuutarou sighed again, but felt glad deep down that there were at least two of the girls that he could talk freely about a topic as strange as this. “Sure. Let's go to your place and I’ll explain on the way.
Literature
Beach Island: Part 1
It was over the Pacific Ocean as a Kafor Inc company airliner soared over 20,000 feet around 3 hours into a 5 hour flight from Zenith City to a private island east of Japan known simply as Kafor Resorts. A lovely ring plays on the intercom followed by a voice that begins to speak "Attention passengers this your Captain Jiro Nuai, due to better weather than planned our arrival to the Kafor Island Resort will be in the in the next 50 minutes as to an hour and 50 minutes, please be ready to return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts as we'll be making our final preparations for landing on this fine Sunday afternoon." The lovely ring plays again as the seat belt icon above everyone's seats lights up. The portly brunette woman in a white sundress was glancing through a brochure when her stomach roared. Mihara Yukimura found herself hungry again, despite having eaten about a dozen pounds worth of food before departing, in anticipation for the one thing about this vacation trip that
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Delivery Driver
As I drive down the lonely road, the only thing I can hear are the soft whimpers of the bound and gagged girls coming from the back of the van. Quietly sobbing through their gags, trying to plead for any kind of help. And at times, I think, how did I end up in this position? Honestly, it was because I didn't do well in math. My senior year of high school, I was a decent student at just about everything, I could write, I could recite Shakespeare, give an oral report on World War I...but I just wouldn't do math to save my life. I bombed my SATs 3 times over my math scores. Any prospect of going to the state universities with my friends was gone. And as everyone else showed off acceptance letters, I had to hide my rejection letters in shame. Looking back, I probably should have just done a few years at a community college or a trade school. Only, both were looked down upon and I just wanted to move away from my parents and start a life. But then I saw an ad for art school. I was a fairly good artist and looked into it. All I needed was a good portfolio and they didn't care about math scores. I thought this was my way to a good future. Maybe end up in Hollywood as an animator or do kids books. Fast forward to after art school. No job offers and I had a mountain of student loan debt. It was as much as a medical student. I tried really hard to do what I could. Moved back in with family. Worked 3 jobs. But I was always coming up short and the collection notices kept piling up. My parents took out a loan as well and it was coming back to haunt them. There were threats of losing our home. My parents would never admit it, but they regretted taking out that loan. One of my jobs was a delivery guy and one day, I took an order to the rough part of town. I didn't want to know what was in the package. The recipient was a suspicious looking man. He looked well to do but it was like he was hiding something. Upon the 5th delivery to him, he noted how I was the one honest driver who didn't steal from his packages. He liked that and asked if I wanted to make some real money. Thinking of my parents and paying off those loans, I was curious. Before I knew it, I was wearing a ski mask and told to drive, don't ask questions, just wait to be loaded and deliver the goods to their destination. I was heavily cautioned to never sample the goods. I didn't know what that meant and honestly wanted to back out but the man gave me a wad of cash and told me I'd get the rest upon delivery . My first night, I drove the van into a dark alley near the downtown area. It was a mix of nightclubs and seedy looking establishments. I waited and waited until the backdoor flew open and a pair of girls in skimpy club wear were tossed in. They had their hands tied behind their backs, ankles zipped and duct tape over their lips. They were blindfolded as well. A masked man said ,"check your phone for coordinates and deliver them ASAP. Remember, don't touch them!" The door shut and I drove off. 2 very attractive twenty-something aged girls struggling in their bindings. One was a brunette, possibly a Latina. The other was a redhead. Both were leggy. Short skirts riding up to reveal their panties. I did think about maybe letting them go and running away myself. But these guys knew where I lived and worse, my parents. So I kept on driving to the GPS location. The area was loaded with riverside mansions, one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. Basically the richest people around. I drove on up to a gate and was buzzed in. It was a long winding road through a little forest. Armed guards met me at the drive way as I pulled up. They opened the back and hoisted the 2 struggling girls over their shoulders. It would be the last I'd see of them. But not the last time I'd see this particular mansion. A large man wearing a bathrobe knocked on my window and I rolled it down. "New driver, huh? Nice to meet you. Thank you for bringing me my order. I've had my eye on their Instagram for weeks and just had to have them!" He handed me a wad of cash, "until next time! And the more the load, the more the money!" I drove off, wondering, did I just deliver girls to the Mayor??? That was years ago. My parents would ask what kind of job I had. I would just tell them I still work in delivery. I kept telling myself when I get those loans paid off, I'd away. Well, they have been paid off for months. And yet, here I am, with a van load of sorority girls in their panties and night shirts. On their way to that mansion. As I gazed over their hot little bodies, I thought...time for a new car...
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