Petra’s Response
Dear Vince, I first want to say thank you. Thank you for trusting in me enough to confide in me. Now to
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Dear Vince, I first want to say thank you. Thank you for trusting in me enough to confide in me. Now to
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit. Vince swore to himself as he left the motel room. He knew there was something there, some kind
She found herself backed up against the wall of the small motel room she was sharing with her partner for this job.
Independence did not come easy – or cheaply, for that matter. Early on, Petra did what she could to scavenge vitae for
It had taken some time for her to grow accustomed to being known as Petra, simply because she had been born with
“Need….me…” she gasped, desperately trying to pry the hands that grasped her throat away, to at least loosen them, so she could
The moon was high and full in the clear night sky, casting a surprising amount of light on the area below, which
The bucket jostled a little, and a small amount of its sudsy contents sloshed onto the hardwood floor. On his knees, bent
“I don’t know if what I say here will ever be enough.” the letter began, the ink faded with time and wear.
It had not been the most ideal situation to finder herself in, she knew. There was little she could do about her