The second tale of Dmitri, the Waldenstein cannibal. On peut dire que l’érotisme est l’assentiment à la vie. Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life. AMY The Demhe out of Batumi lay at anchor in a quiet cove on the western shore of Kheros. A warm, red light rippled across the water from
Dreams – Hell's Chamber by Oboro
Willow walked timidly down the long, dark hall in the Hell Castle. Shadows danced along the walls, casting eerie shapes all around her. The nineteen-year-old bit her full lower lip nervously, twirling a strand of her long, black hair around her index finger as she walked. She froze when she heard footsteps softly echo behind
stalkers island: double trouble by nocturnal1982
double trouble It was a warm summer day over at stalkers island and the leader of the island was giving a speech on the island address when suddenly a pink Cadillac zooms by and smashes his private limo. His personal guards usher him inside where they are ordered to punish the owners of that car.