NIGHTMARES ARE MADE OF SUCH THINGS..

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He had bullied me as long as I can remember. .
He was the master’s son..
He had it all when I had none..
Yet he slammed it across my face as though it was my fault.
I see him eating like a buffoon. .
Swaggering it along …leaving crumbs on the floor..making me pick it up after him..
No making me do it with my tongue..
While he laughed at me..and spat on me..
I Hated him
So much so..I wish he would choke on his food and slum…
I woundnt help him.
No I wont help him.
I swore it..

DEATH WEARS HEELS -FINALE CHAPTER

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  Death wears heels - FINALE
 ” Happy valentine micheal baby “! !

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He threatens daina not to say a word. Promising to rain all manner of gruesome unpleasantries on her . He backs her to the wall. Placing his fingers to his lips urging her to be quiet. He adjusted himself . He watched her from the corner of his eyes as she slowly slids to the floor, gathering her dress to cover her exposure. He takes a deep breath, brushing away his hair from his eyes. He opens the door slightly ..realising that it was an attendee from the front desk ..He comes outside instead and closes the door slightly .
A package had arrived for him and he needed to sign.
He hoped daina doesn’t make a sound to give him away.

DEATH WEARS HEELS -CHAPTER 3

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    Death wears heels 
” Happy valentine micheal baby”!!

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Her name was daina.
She was my first pick .afta searching for the perfect girl. She had the right innocence . The light in her eyes and the trust. All which pigs like micheal was attracted to. That and the softness and purity he loved to own. She knew what she had to do. “Get him to the room”.
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Micheal dressed up quickly and got to the IN before 2pm. She was coming to the IN lobby for tutorials on spellingBee competition. Everyone knew him. Everyone liked him. Every parent wanted their children to be tutored by him. Everyone didnt know his darkest secret. Everyone had no idea the things he planed for little Diana . Today was St. Valentine’s day after all. .shouldn’t he get a little loving too?.

DEATH WEARS HEELS - CHAPTER 2

Death wears heels :
”Happy valentine micheal baby”!

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She could hear the sounds of music below her window . The cheery laughter of people on the streets. The blast of the horns which turned into a melody. The clicking of glasses and cutleries. And the glee of excited lovebirds over chocolates and flowers and mushyness and kisses.she smiled cynically.
Love is indeed a beautiful thing. Too bad she had given up on such years ago.
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Ever since that day so many years ago, she had not being able to let a man come close to her. She was a virgin then. Pure and innocent. Before her innocence were ripped away from her in those agonising few minutes. The Fear of a man chased her into her shell. Her nights became a nightmare. Her days were were a shadow of her former self. She was like a living corpse . And every man was the devil.

DEATH WEARS HILLS - CHAPTER 1

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It was ridiculous. The way his eyes followed her. The way his body responded to her even when she was far away and no where close. It didn’t matter that he was giving a lecture and everyone was watching him, clueless about what played in his mind. All he wanted to do was to have a taste of her. And then he would be sane again.
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He had watched her grow. From the little girl to a teenager. He had noticed when her chest begun to pop and grow tiny oranges . When her hips had begun to expand . And her buttocks protruded out even a little .
He had been intoxicated by her innocent look and the scent of a child . He dreamt of how she would feel beneath him, soft and small. Just the way he liked it.

SISTER !

SISTER

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so apparently something went wrong….

See vicky wasn’t your average intelligent girl but she tries to get things done. she wakes up in the morning, does her rounds of chores in the house and goes to school.

 she tries to listen in class but nothing sticks…plus her friends aren’t like intelligent either so there goes the after school discussion amongst friends to trash out certain topics or mathematical problems experienced in class. so she goes home as frustrated and dumb as ever. slowly she embraces that old saying ‘ A girl’s place is in the kitchen’…..she adds ‘and bedroom where you become the baby factory ‘ she shudders at the thought of it.

she rushes home from school as she usually does following the shortcut through the market and gets home just barely after three, takes a cold shower and eats the left over bread from the previous night with cold tea owing from the fact that she is as tired as hell to put on the stove.